The Witch Cast On Spell (Wicked Series #1)

Chapter 1

"Her Royal Highness has come back!"

Ang tanawin ng palasyo ay nagniningning, ito ay halos maabot kalangitan. Sapat na ang taas nito para mabali ang leeg mo sa pagtingala. May mga puno ng sikomoro at bilang na mga pine trees na nakapalibot sa palasyo; ang paligid ay nabuhayan ng maraming bulaklak na palumpong.

My head motions side by side, the coachman supports me as I get off the carriage.

"Princess," a couple of servants bowed their heads, hands on the left part of their chest.

Kusa akong napayuko. "Where am I?" tanong ko nang muli kong itaas ang ulo.

With brows knitted they said, "Your Royal Highness, you're at the Calden palace."

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Fancy dresses surround me as the other maids are carrying a box of blinding jewelry. Nakatitig lamang ako sa sariling repleksiyon habang lumilipas ang oras. I already got the hang of where I am. Pero, hindi ko maiwasang isipin kung papaano ako napadpad dito.

This can't be a dream, considering I can touch and feel. No matter what it takes, I have to find Zachary. Siya lang ang kakampi ko sa panahong 'to.

Humawak ako sa pisngi at mabuting tinitigan ang detalye ng aking itsura. Cerulean eyes in the favor of the ocean and sandy hair, these are not mine.

Celestia Norwood, Princess of Calden. Whispers have flown by. The great witch of Calden has completely left her sanity in the pockets of heavens. Kahit na maingat sila sa pagkalat ng mga salita, dinig ko pa rin ang usap-usapan ng mga katulong.

Kung tutuusin, tama naman sila sa parteng nawala na ang Celestia na kilala nila. Maybe I replaced someone else's body. 'Yan ang nangunguna na posibilidad na nangyari.

By a little piece of paper, they are not aware I am a mere human, no royal blood nor the esteemed witch that possesses compelling witchcraft. Not the Celestia Norwood they have long known for. Paano ko mapepeke na ako ang babaeng tinuturo nila?

"Your Royal Highness, have you chosen your necklace?"

Nabalik ako sa reyalidad nang magsalita ang babae. Pinili ko ang hugis-puso na kwintas, pinalibutan ito ng mga dyamante, at nangingibabaw ang pula nitong kulay.

"You look flawless, Princess Celestia," a maid complimented.

Mailang akong tumawa nang marahan, "What's your name?"

"Boris, Your Royal Highness."

I gave her a smile, "Boris, why don't you guide me out?"

It is the Queen's birthday. A sudden-fortunate occasion to welcome me in a world filled with bizarre pages to read. That was for me to comprehend alone. Dalawang araw na nagpapaka-undagaga ang buong palasyo para maghanda sa selebrasiyon.

Sa una kong gabi rito, Boris has fully caught my attention. The elegant posture, poise intonations, and proper etiquettes are all indications of a royalty's traits—she has got it, all of it. Anyone would assume that she's a princess.

"I heard that there would be special guests, do enlighten me," pangunguna ko.

Tumango siya. "Princess, the two Emperors of Alabastryne is coming, as well as the Marchioness of Xesuville, Eirwen North."

A sweat vapors, I quietly let out a sigh, my chest widening. Hindi na naging balita pa ang pamamahala ng emperor sa panahon namin dahil matagal nang nawala ang sistemang 'yon.