❝ There are no limits to a power as great as yours. ❞
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Aurora Celeste has spent her whole royal life as a Crown Princess and next in line to the throne away from her mother. She has longed for the day they will reunite, but with...
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𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖗𝖆 • the grand palace ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
King Ace and Queen Luna had gone to put the books on magic away swiftly before they could start talking; neither wanted there to be any distractions, and so Aurora sat down beside Elara and pulled her chair closer to her, ready to ask her question.
"Do you love our parents?" she said.
It was a question that had eaten away at her recently.
Yes, she had been bitter, but she noticed the soft looks filled with what she recognised to be adoration. She saw the yearning whenever they hugged, and the twitching of her lips when she wanted desperately to smile back at one of them when they did.
"Let me rephrase that. Do you hate them as much as you claim?"
"I could never hate my own parents, Aurora. I am not that cruel. Or cruel at all, I would like to think. I am simply less soft than you. My anger at all the lies, however, is stronger than anything right now, so I would rather focus on that than them being such good parents that they gave each other up just so we could have a chance at safety."
She was spelling it out for herself. She never realised it when she did it, but whenever she tried to mock their actions, she ended up explaining and justifying them instead. It was ironic, and Elara never saw it. If she did, she was great at pretending like she hadn't.
Knowing her, though (well, as best as she could), she probably did.
Their parents returned soon after, hand in hand like they usually were; they sat down, and King Ace tried to pull Queen Luna onto his lap, but she refused and sat on her own chair, much to his dismay. When she smiled and lightly hit his chest with the back of her hand, he quickly took her hand and pressed a kiss to it.
Aurora giggled at them, the young lovers who still acted eighteen rather then their actual age, in their early forties. They both certainly looked significantly younger than forty-three, though. If she didn't know, she would have assumed they were twenty-five, or somewhere near that age—at the very most, early thirties, but even that was a stretch.
"So," she said, adjusting in her chair and holding onto the arm their father wrapped around her, "questions. Do any of you have questions?"
"Do the questions need to pertain to magic?" Aurora asked. "Or am I allowed to ask something random like what your favourite colour is?"
