My Starseed Meets Me In A Different World

PROLOGUE I

Andrew

Victory to Vesneau

The blare of the trumpets sounded. The crowds were littered with civilians who had already been waiting for what seemed like ages. Agitated, they pushed and shoved; their movements rolling like the waves of a turbulent sea—meshed beside one another, itching for a view of the returning parade. Once the sounds of commencement began, they roared with elation as the flags of the country rose against the amber-slated sky.

How long has it been since I'd last seen a blue atmosphere? The orange tint of this new sky that I had become accustomed to for decades now has become that of familiarity, but not as familiar as the one who I anticipated as hungrily as the citizens of the nation, whose eyes bore wide and their hands lifted tall and wide as they waited for the horses and carriages to march.

"The people seem to be anticipating the army's return more than we are." A noble chuckled beside me. Another agreed with him, scoffing as if he found their joyful screams to be something of comical entertainment.

"I believe their excitement is reserved not for the fleet of soldiers but rather their precious... Queen."

Even on a day as victorious as this, their faces and tongues were laced with a sneer of resentment. I knew that tone more than anyone at this point. For an entire year and some, I had been forced to listen to their hushed whispers of distaste directed towards the mother of this very nation.

The reason we could even stand here so arrogant and smug.

I allowed the sing-song tones of the loud instruments and the screaming civilians to drown the noble's spiteful words as I continued staring down the delegation of great commanders of the Queen's division. They were dressed primely and harmoniously, prancing on their horses proudly, receiving the praises and blessings of the people with grace as they rode to their formation in front of the palace gates.

The further they rode in, the more my heart clamored against my chest erratically.

Where was she? I wanted to see her so bad!

And then it came, the sounds of the head of the delegation, his voice echoing against the walls of the palace and drowning the sounds of the people screaming, announcing her arrival.

"Attention! Attention! Make way for her Majesty, the Queen! The Queen is approaching, make way!" He called out.

The soldiers at the entrance turned their viewpoint from the palace to the area where the royal carriage rode through the corridor of the palace. Their arm crossed over their chests, all of them in solidarity to show their respect to their Queen. The people's screams and shouts intensified the moment her carriage road past them; the confetti of paper fluttered in the air, filling the breeze with an invigorating scent—something resembling a citrus flavor.

My eyes adjusted and followed the sight of the distinguished horses trotting against the stone-paved walkway, the carriage gallantly followed behind it before coming to a full stop at the carved aster-white granite staircase.

I could see the silhouette of her body moving against the glass of the carriage and my heart continued to speed up, hammering against my chest like a drum as I did my best to remain composed, hands behind my back as dignified as I could be as a King waiting for his companion to come to him.

My Queen.

My life.

A royal footman approached the carriage door and opened it wide, her hand reached out to take it gratefully and she slowly stepped out. She turned abruptly to the people waiting outside of the gates and waved to them cheerfully and they all responded to her with blessings and praises.