Priscilla and Noel followed behind Jessica, their mouths open in awe from the castle's interior. The golden floors were clean enough to show their reflections. The main hallway was lined with matching, golden columns that stretched to the ceiling. The castle was seemingly endless from the entrance to the other end of the castle.
"The Queen's chambers isn't far." Jessica droned. She ran a hand through her long, stringy blonde hair. Everyone's feet clickclackclickclackclickclacked against the hard floors.
"The Queen's Chambers? So you're not the Queen? I'm thinking the entire time you were." Noel said.
"You're talking about my mother. And her chambers isn't that far." Jessica's voice echoed off the interior castle walls.
The robust castle seemed to stretch on for a while. For every picture that hung on walls, there were candles lit along the way, illuminating the main hallways.
"Did ya really have to bring the sword? Really, Pris? You don't mind me calling you Pris, do you?"
"It's fine. You can call me Pris, Noel. My sword, Glam, it kinda stays with me, so do the daggers on my waist. No matter what. It's a part of me, y'know?"
"A sword and daggers of sentimental value?" Noel replied.
"Yeah. You could say that."
"Would you care to explain it?"
"It's a long story," Priscilla's stare traveled to the ground, "I'd rather not talk about it."
I'd rather not remember it, Priscilla thought to herself.
Noel looked over at her and saw the sadness in her eyes. They continued into a narrow hallway, much smaller than what they walked through before. The stopped in front of a door which was much larger than them, larger than the average adult even.
"So, if you need to go to the bathroom, don't tell me you have to walk all the way back." Noel replied.
Jessica ignored him, reaching underneath one of two lanterns lighting the door before them. She reached inside a small compartment, and pulled out a small key.
Priscilla whispered into Noel's ear: "she's pretty damn rude to be the Princess."
"I know. What guy would wanna be her prince?" Noel whispered back.
"I heard that. Y'all whisper too loudly."
Priscilla perked up quickly. "We didn't say anything about you! Not at all right, Noel?"
"Uh, yeah! What she said."
"Tch, anyway you two, this way. The faster you perform your divination, then the faster you can leave." Jessica held the door open for them.
Priscilla walked by, sticking her tongue out at Jessica. She ignored Priscilla as Noel walked by next, following behind his companion. Jessica walked in last, closing the door behind them. They stepped into the room filled with decorations. Two oil lamps sat at the end of the bed, lighting the side of a woman's face. She was lying in a canopy bed. A very large, royal sized bed, covered in silk velvet.
"So, wait...the Queen summoned me—us—to heal someone." Noel started.
"And, this is the one who is sick. She's dying, my mother's—-my mother's not feeling well." Jessica's voice was completely void of any emotion.
Priscilla's eyes narrowed at Jessica, then moved back to her mother. Noel moved to the other end of the room, removing his pack from his side.
"You thinking about helping her? What is all of this you're doing?"
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Celina: Eden
FantasyA young girl lives and thieves from day to day in order to deal with survival on her own. She'll find relics and reasons behind her very own existence. All while joining a small party of travelers with their own intentions. I do NOT own rights to t...
