Chapter 50 - Fake Face

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The celebration ended delightful — leaving everyone with a memory to be cherished. The cold wind did not bother any of them as the heat from the cheer and the love increased the temperature — the same as increasing the closeness that terminated the coldness of one’s feeling from the cold wind and heart. Some of the people come back to help with the cleaning. They are in harmony, helping each other side-by-side — as if it is the afterparty of the event. They are removing the stage, posters, and other things to bring the palace back to restore it to its normal form. Despite removing those things, the memories will never be forgotten by any of them — the celebration will have a huge place in their heart.

    “It was a successful celebration, my dear.” Said the king to his wife who is holding their baby in the bed while he is in the balcony — watching everyone below cleaning.

    “Absolutely, my love. Everyone was excited to meet him. I am extremely glad that they were looking forward to this. I still remember how each and every of our helpers ran out of the palace to say that I had given birth.” The queen said as she put the young prince on his crib beside the bed and put on his blanket.

The king goes inside the room, closing the door to block away the cold wind in order to prevent the young prince from being cold. He steps inside the bed and wraps the queen and himself with the quilt — hand sewn by their skillful people. The king kisses the queen on her right cheek and both of them proceed to sleep.

The queen’s personal maid is in front of the door — standing there with closed eyes, observing the movement of the royal couple to check if ever an intruder enters; she did not dare to enter the room and disturbs the royal family. “They are now sleeping.” She said to the two other guards who are guarding the door on both sides.

    “Your majesties haven’t eaten dinner yet. Is it fine to leave them like that?” One of the two guards asked her.

    “It’s fine. Before the majesties began the celebration, they ate small snacks. Their body feels tired and wants to rest by sleeping. Sometimes, eating doesn’t help with our tiredness.” She said and opened her eyes fearlessly. She then turns back and walks away — leaving the two guards in their position. She enters her room, which is located two rooms away from the left side of the royal family’s room, and heads to the bathroom. 

She washes her face with cold water to wake herself up. She then grabs her towel and dries up her face. The window, beside the shower, suddenly opens because of the strong wind and she feels the cold wind and shivers. “So cold!” She exclaimed and closed it and locked it. Her stomach growls as she feels hungry. She leaves the bathroom, turns off the lights and closes the door. Once again, the cold wind blows at her and she shivers from it. “Why has the wind become so strong and cold?! It wasn’t like this earlier. There’s no sign of a storm!” She hurriedly rushes to her bed and closes the window on its side. She then proceeds to her wardrobe and grabs a sweater and gloves and wears it. The climate and weather of the Diagrynne Kingdom is extremely strong but there are unusual occurrences for this month — the wind is strong and cold. 

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The clock hits ten o’clock and Captain Bell is still busy with unfolding the mystery behind the kingdom. The table is messy with numerous papers, pens, and markers — turning it into a workshop. Her facial expression is dead serious while tapping the pen on the table and reading the papers intensively. Suddenly, the wind blows harder than ever and the paper flies up — the window beside her is open — and scatters in the whole room. “No!” She said to herself as she stood up and closed the window. She bends down and grabs it one-by-one and the four sleeping people aren't bothered and fully wrapped in a shared blanket. She is about to finish grabbing all of the papers then suddenly the blanket was moved by Stella causing it to blow wind and the paper that is located beside the door’s threshold were blown away and causing it to escape the room.

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