Valence

Wine

But for the first time in his life, his father saved him, unconsciously but he did, the king was completely drunk, and he hated when the attention went away from him, he pulled the first girl in front of him, going to the middle of the track and sending the musicians started playing again, the girl herself looked younger than her sister, the girl seemed to be trying to ignore the strong smell of alcohol, so all attention went away from him, the guests were already dancing, they quickly forget about the previous events, it only proved that they don't really care about any of that, they could pretend but the truth was very explicit, at the first opportunity they would marry that child to that pig with a crown.He couldn't stand to watch that scum of hypocrites dance in front of him anymore, if they could waltz with whoever they wanted he could do the same.So he went after Rosalina, he didn't mind spending his life that way, chasing her, people spent a good part of their lives chasing their own happiness, so he wouldn't be any different she was his joy, the prince ran in fear before the music ended, his hair fell over his eyes, the mess suited him, when he saw her, he stopped running suddenly, she still hadn't noticed his presence, she was staring at the paintings hanging in that hallway, kings, and queens dead.- Would His Majesty grant me this dance?She looked at him in a startled way, not expecting to see him there and then her eyes sparkled, like stars in a dark sky. She was the queen, she was of royal blood, not him.-Yes my lord but only this oneThey touched hands, he led her slowly, and then he turned her around only to hear her laugh, she rested her head on his chest.-You should be at the dance brotherHe looked her in the eyes, snapping back.-You should be at the ball Rosalina-The prince is more important than me, only you should be thereHe lifted his head, touching her chin so he could speak looking into her eyes.-We have the same importance sister, we are the same personThen he led her faster as the music sped up- My feet are your feet, my hands are your handsThey twirled down the hall, and they didn't miss a beat, it seemed like they'd been practicing this for years, then the song ended, it meant he had to go back and the princess knew it.-My lipsHe reached out to her again, placing his index finger on her lower lip, traversing the inside, drawing out a bit of saliva in a trickle, and placing it in her own mouth.-It's your lips.King's roomEast wingIn the old days, when real kings ruled Spain, men prepared to rule and who marked the history of this country with their deeds, this room was where negotiations took place, and where wars were started or ended, this table had already felt many exchanges, grips of hands, contracts of all kinds especially marriages, a more romantic name for the coming together of two powerful families, an exchange of interests.But now all the glory that this room has ever felt has become an event room, the only roles that were passed here were invitations, threats, and compliments. The man in front of him was so pathetic that he refused any request from his people, only making a point of reading responses from marquises or praise from rich lords. He wasn't just a wretch, he was a wretch desperate for love, even the fakest kind.- We will send invitations to the house of each of the Marquesas of BarcelonaThe prince could not accept the fact that he had been there for more than two hours, sealing the letters of invitation to all the unmarried women in Spain with the royal seal.Another ball, but everyone already knew that the whole circus wasn't a ball, it was a den, those young women were sold at the highest price, he knew that their escorts weren't their husbands, they were their owners but in this place it seemed that those two things didn't have differences.-You will also go my son, and I demand that you behave like a prince.He held back his will to laugh, what could this man demand? Did he ever behave like a king?One more family was put on the list and it was already gigantic.One of the queen's doctors came in, the king didn't care to know about her health, he didn't even pay a visit, so as a result the prince had no idea either, the few things he knew was that the queen was sick in his room and only learned of the fact when his sister commented briefly on one of his walks.-Sir, the queen is feeling worse, should I call another doctor?The man clearly looked worried in an almost nervous way, he kept moving his hands in front of his body, but the king barely looked at his face and spoke in an irritated tone, as if just the mention of his wife made him tired.-Ah yes the queen, the queen, and her daughter, since he reminded me, my son warn the princess not to come down on the day of promThe prince felt the blood in his veins boil, how could the princess not go? She should be the main event first, pretending she wasn't there wouldn't erase her existence, and she was more important than anyone else in that room.- My sister is not invited? Why shouldn't a princess attend a royal ball?-I don't like her presence, that girl behaves as if she were already a queenThe way the king spoke of his daughter, with disdain as if she wasn't blood of his blood.- Maybe she really should be queenHis voice came out like a thread, frail and without courage, but he couldn't help it.- Listen carefully if you repeat that offense against your king again, I cut your perks, do you think I don't know who you stay with when you're not studying?Was he insinuating something? For a moment he almost felt guilty as if he really had something to hide.He lifted his head and looked straight into her eyes, he had nothing to hide, he couldn't be accused of anything.- I want my sister to go to the ball, you cannot disrespect your daughter at this level, Your Majesty.The prince spoke with a firmness in his voice that even he didn't know existed inside him.The king looked at him as if he knew something that not even he had discovered, he could see a slight smile on his lips.- If that is my heir's wish then why should I deny it- The barons already demand some response and none of them have anything of value to exchange for a princess, but it will be good to show her off a little to the court.For some unknown reason, the prince felt a lump in his throat when he heard the word marriage and Rosalina in the same sentence but he took that feeling and buried it deep inside his soul.He was aware that one day she would need to marry but just the thought of the event horrified him.But the king wasn't talking about her, he was talking about a commodity, like a porcelain jewelry box, she was a high-value commodity, and the king had to receive a great offer to deliver Rosalina, he might not like his daughter but he knew that somehow needed her, if Rosalina married the wrong man, our monarchy could crumble.But the real problem was that this family had been falling apart for a long time.The purple curtains that filled that hall gave an intimidating air, it was no wonder that that was one of the colors of the family coat of arms, a deep purple mixed with black were the colors that should represent the abundance of the kingdom, and demonstrate wisdom.Perhaps in a distant time, they were admired by the people, perhaps even considered beautiful.Those colors were never used, the prince briefly remembered when he witnessed that decoration, they were used on extremely important occasions, and from what they could see the king considered that one of the occasions.The priests visited us that month and the king wanted to be considered a man of faith, a staunch follower of Christ but the real desire in his dark and cold heart was that he wanted to be seen as a god and he knew that if he sent the necessary money for these priests he would be treated as such.The food had already been served, the flattery had been done, and a few barons had had their way. His majesty was especially generous that night, he didn't want to deny anything.The prince seemed entertained in laughing at the priests who sat there, judging each of the people who lived in the castle, only one person could take his attention away from such fun and she had just entered through the main door.