Table with fancy food were served. Lit candles with its metal handler. Glass fill with champagne. It was ended a fancy party with people around talking and laughing with each other.
I was making myself comfortable in a chair where the view is clearly seen when my mother tilt her head at mine and smiled with pureness. It was as if her smile was contaminating making my lips curved with an unexpected smile at her. Soon everyone went silent at the hall, all eyes are on the man walking gracefully down the staircase.
His eyes glance at the waiter holding a tray of champagne as his hands swiftly moved, grabbing the glass.
Rising his hands, he once nod and in an instant, every invited person did the same in sync as they drink their champagne, savoring every drops of it. I didn't drink of course, even if I wanted to, my hands just won't touch the served drink for me as I was too nervous to do so.
Soon enough he was already walking towards me. I can feel his eyes traveling every detail of my personality thus I have no other choice but to pretend looking at something I didn't even knew.
"My lady," it was his warm voice that made me shift at his state. He lowered his head and kissed the back of my hand. Fluttering, I smiled at him and bowed as an exchange. "So, you are that beautiful lady that is soon to be my queen." He spoke with a smile facing my parents.
My father laugh even though there's nothing to laugh about while my mother give a smile. "It was our pleasure to be finally meet you, your highness." Mother spoke with a bow.
He didn't said anything, instead he just nod and smile.
Smile, smile, and smile. It was all the same. It was always displayed in his angelic face everytime his in front of his people but when it was just the two of us, his cold eyes always met mine.
Everything happen so fast that one day, I woke up staring at the boring ceiling, wide room filled with enormous furniture and huge curtain hanging above wall.
Tilting my head, this empty space welcomed me. He was not her again.
They said that, you will feel the true meaning of happiness if you woke up with the man you love. But what if he's not here every time I did? Will I able to feel that feeling?
I rise and sigh. Sometimes tiredness is the first one to face me instead of the person I loved and long to.
Soon knocks resonated here in this quite place. I borely stared at it before parting ng lips to say my usual line. "Come in."
Woman with maid dress came in lowering her head, when she arrived in front of me, her paces stopped. "A pleasant morning to you, your highness. Your breakfast is already set, it will be our pleasure if you have time to have a bite." She said full of sincerity and respect. However, instead talking back, I asked a question that is unrelated to our topic.
"Where his highness?" I asked.
Her shoulder moved conveying her scarce answer again. "I see, is there a time that his highness is available? I would like to set a meeting with him." Again, she did the same.
"Forgive me your highness." She spoke with the hint of pity. I didn't even flinch a bit. I don't want to see her eyes, I don't want to see how she pity me, instead I nodded and let her go outside.
Guess another boring day is about to happen.
Walking down the hall way makes me think about various of things that I don't wanna think. It was as if all the thoughts that I wanted to forget were a written here, that as if it's telling me to think about it more.
