Wisterias were blooming all over the royal garden. Covering the rays of the sun and offering a fresh haven for the courtiers and sycophants to rest under.
Far away from the scorching alleys and the forsaken stone bench, the Princess finishes the last touch of her new piece of art.
A simple drawing of a flower, inspired by the moment a bee came to harvest its nectar. The bee was long gone when she put away her lead, but the idea of it awas still in her mind.
« Now I'm bored. »
The paper waved at the summer air under the eyes of the Liege, straight and stoic. A slight smile sparked upon his lips as he discovered the gentle curves of the flowers.
As lazy and impatient as she was, the Princess did have the willpower needed to make things right. She just needed time. And...
« Did you not hear me ?- I'm sorry Princess, I...
- No need to be sorry, just get on your knees already. »
Without complaints nor hesitation the Liege bent the knees, his eyes never leaving the prison of her irises. The smile she had was the same as always, full of kindness and contempt, her hand carressing the face of he who was nothing more than a companion.
« So ? My dress will not lift itself alone you know ?
- What if people are watching ? »
The Liege hesitation was not fuelled by doubt, but by fear for the Princess' reputation. And the certainty of gazes set upon them.
« And who could plague your mind like that when your Princess gives you an order ? Do as you're asked, nobody else matters. »
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A Court's Story
FantasyThe story of a man willing to forget himself for her. Of a whimsical Princess full of flaws. And the Court living around her wishes. A Court's Story is a collection of short scene, not necessarily in chronological order, exploring the dynamics of...
