The Fairy and The Prince

Chapter 5

    Amelia was shown the way to a large oak door, which was covered little small very detailed carvings of woodland animals. Amelia had never seen the palace dining room, but she was sure that this was not it. The doors were small, witch usually meant the room was small. Erzsébet opened the door with such chivalry, Amelia laughed and thanked her, bowing. Amelia walked into the room and quickly took note of her surroundings. like she had thought, the room was fairly small for a dining room in a palace, small but cozy. A fire place was on the opposite side of the room from her. The walls were covered in a beautiful dark blue wallpaper that held small golden details that Amelia could stare at for hours, children dancing around with a dog and many other small beings. Golden rimmed windows, covered by the dark blue curtains let rays of the rising sun shine in, lighting the room up in a pinkish golden glow.  In the middle was a dark oak table, which also held multiple small carvings, deer dancing around a grand tree. At the end of the table, he sat.  Amelia  grimaced at the sight of the prince. He was not wearing such formal clothes again, strange for a prince. His blonde hair unkempt. His face was concentrated as he was reading something. His brows furrowed, not seeming to acknowledge the two new beings in the room. 

   " Can you believe this Erzsébet, " He began to talk, without even looking up, "The people of Olpyia are calling to the ban of all magic, Magic is what keeps that kingdom alive, without it they would up like our southern brothers."

 "I believe it, you're Royal Highness," She hummed and gently ushered Amelia to a seat across from the Prince, "But the Northern Kingdom has had such instances with witches lately, they have the right to be angry at the magical society."  Amelia stared, scared to death to even squeak, knowing she, herself, is indeed magical.  Erzsébet pulled out a chair for Amelia and sat her down. 

 "But, you have a guest and i think it would be appropriate to stop reading, such nonsense in front of her," Erzsébet snickered and would a warm gentle on Amelia's shoulder that Amelia nearly melted into, it felt like her mothers. And oh did she long to be at home with her mother at the moment. The Prince finally looked up at the two and coughed a little, he sat up straight. He got up and bowed slightly and signaled he wanted Amelia to sit in the chair across from him. Amelia wearily walked over to the chair, Erzsébet pulled out the chair. Amelia and Erzsébet pushed her in, snug against the dark table. Amelia noticed small paintings of deer and rabbits dancing, a cough broke her from her thoughts of back home.  Amelia looked back up quickly and straightened her posture. The prince had sat up and had a slight blush on his pale skin. 

"Glad you could join me for breakfast." He said gently, with no smile on his face.

 "Not like a had any choice." Amelia mumbled and rubbed the chills out of her arms. She avoided eye contact. Her wings hurt and she wanted to go home. But one slip up and she's dead. She had to get this done with quickly and go home. Mother was definitely worried by now. Amelia looked back to where Erzsébet was standing to only find out that she had left. Fear had bubbled up in Amelia throat causing her to stop breathing. She felt safe around her and now she's in a room alone with the Prince of a people who wanted her dead. She slowly looked back to the prince, who was just sitting there staring at her. He then clapped loudly and a row of servants danced in with plates of food adorning their arms and carts. Food that Amelia had never thought she would ever try. She thought they looked like her mamans baking. She was a master baker, at least with what they could find in the forest. Amelias mouth watered slightly at the sight of pastries, eggs, meats and other foods. Just as the servants came they left just as quick, leaving the room quite and awkward again.

 "Please," The Prince gestured to the food in front of them, "Help yourself, we have plenty."

   Not knowing what to say Amelia picked up a fork and stabbed a sausage that was in front of her and put it on her plate, she then grabbed a small chunk of bread and buttered it up, all slowly. He didn't say anything or moved an inch, just watched her closely, which made Amelia increasingly nervous. 'What if the food was poisoned', 'What if this is a test'. Amelias mind was running, but she was hungry. She took a bite out of the sausage and just melted. It was so good, far better than anything cooked in the village. Mamans skills laid in baking, not meats and vegetables. The eggs were creamy and were seasoned just perfect. Amelia tried a apple filled pastry, her favorite fruit. It was so good she could just cry.