"The girls are ready to dine, sir," informed a guard as he awaited the King's response.
Taking a thoughtful sip from his old time chalice of what seemed to be red wine, the King nodded slightly as he motioned for the guards standing beside each side of the entrance to open the door. Following his command, the guard opened the doors as Sara and Blondie cautiously took a step into the large dining room.
The King smiled as he looked at the two girls standing before him. Unlike a few days ago, they had properly treated themselves to a nice makeover as the grease and dirt from their previous fights was now cleansed and replaced with fresh looking skin and hair.
"Sit down, girls. My sons will be arriving anytime now," the King spoke as he gestured towards two seats placed in front of him.
With an edge of rebellion in their steps, the girls sighed as they forced themselves to take a seat in front of the man, or should I say creature, that had taken everything they had ever loved away from them. Gritting their teeth, the girls directed their attention towards various paintings hanging on the walls and the complex architecture of the building.
The room they were in was dimly lit due to the open fire in the fireplace being the only source of light in the room with the exception of a few candles placed in the middle of the long, narrow table. High pillars stood all around them as the table they were seated at was looked as if it were made of Brazilian Rosewood, but how? Did the King visit Brazil from time-to-time to buy furniture?
The walls were painted a darker sort of red, but the decorations were made of gold. High windows covered the East and West wing of the room as large gold and white embroidered curtains hung low. The ceilings were high, ranging somewhere from 20-30 feet high and if you looked closely, the very top of the ceiling pointed into an arc form.
Even on another planet, when you are king, you live up to those standards.
"Ah, they are here," the King spoke as he rose from his seat and quickly walked to where his sons stood.
Turning in their seats, the girls twisted their necks left and right as they tried to look past the King and to his sons, but it was no use. The King was too tall and broad shouldered to see past.
Sighing, the girls sat up a bit straighter as they folded their hands in front of them.
"Girls," the King spoke as he walked over to Sara and Blondie, "these are my sons."
In that moment, the King stepped to the side as he revealed behind him two twin boys. One was taller with short brown hair as the shorter boy next to him wore a blue sort of color in his own hair and styled up upwards.
The taller boy immediately bowed as he made eye contact with Sara, "I'm Soryong and you are?"
"Sara," she replied simply, showing no emotion whatsoever.
Soryong cleared his throat as his brother stepped forward to both girls, "I'm Daeryong."
Bowing, Blondie nodded as she introduced herself and Sara. The two boys nodded as they gestured towards the table.
"Let's sit and eat," Soryong suggested as he took a seat on one side of his father.
Daeryong took the seat on the opposite side and began to politely sip his soup. Aside from the sips and occasional sounds of metal ware clinking against the porcelain dishes, the room was silent. No one dared to utter a word; especially to the girls considering how angry they truly looked.
After minutes of contemplating whether he should speak or not about the plan he had been creating, but after coming to a conclusion, the King cleared his throat as he set his silverware on the napkin splayed before him, "So, you four seem as if you could all be good friends and since I have to take care of some----personal issues, I want you four to talk to each other and what's the word you younger people tend to say these days? 'Hang out?' Yes, that's the word! Hang out! That way, you can all possibly become friends."
Gritting her teeth, Sara shot him a glare, "I'm not very fond of making any more friends. Thank you, though."
The King chuckled lightly as he felt himself grow nervous and immediately begin to regret suggesting his idea seeing how angry it had made the two girls.
"It will be fun, though! Don't you two want to have younger people like yourselves to talk to around the castle?" The King queried as raised a curious brow at them and folded his hands in front of him.
Blondie sighed as she looked up at him through the tops of her eyelashes, "Sara and I are perfectly fine talking to each other now, so there's no need for new friends."
Hearing this interesting conversation made Daeryong and Soryong squirm in their seat a bit uneasily as the overwhelming sensation of being uncomfortable surged through them.
The King opened his mouth read to speak, but he was too late. Sara had already risen out of her seat along with Blondie as the two girls excused themselves from the table.
"But we have special guests. It would be rude to just up and leave," the King sighed.
Bowing lowly, the girls asked for forgiveness before straightening up again.
"We are sorry Daeryong and Soryong for the inconvenience at the moment. Hopefully we will talk later."
With those words, the twins nodded as they watched the girls eagerly exit the room.
"And you want us to marry them? Father, their attitudes are by far the worst we have seen yet!" Daeryong and Soryong scolded.
The King sighed as he pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead, "Just trust me, boys. Those girls aren't bad after they warm up to you, You just need to give them time."
Soryong scoffed as he rose from his seat, "Says the man who kidnapped him."
The younger twin exited also which left Daeryong alone in an awkward silence with his father. Within what seemed like an hour or two, but only lasted a few minutes, Daeryong rose from his seat also as he set out to search for his brother.
This time, the King was left sitting at the dining table alone.
"If those girls don't want to marry my sons, I guess I'll have to find a way to make them," he spoke aloud to himself with a smirk on his face.
