They were at the throne room.
Ivory white pillars arched the skeleton of a grand hall, she remembered visiting it long ago with her father, a few years later by the hand of the queen she walked in as her birthday party housed a celebration with most of the elites, she remembered singing with her friends; Then a month ago in her brother's crowning the scene had a similar yet distinct feel of eyes watering up.
Now Raeb's throne displayed various holographic screens and floating digital articles, her older brother Sat with a leg crossed over the other, looking at some report of sorts, his cape draped over the platinum grey detailing on the seat, she noticed that the arm rests displayed a Crow under a crown, instead of the sigil of the house of Greymor.
To his right Gretel Andersen, her kinetic frown band on her right hand folded as a bracelet., her suit a deep maroon, with detailing in gold, her boots leathery black, she seemed relaxed, her chocolate hair braided as an official gesture. To Raeb's left Hansel Andersen, her old personal guard a distinct cloak draped behind his shoulder, his uniform all blue, Lacey Keene the chief of infrastructure and Marcel Jules head butler of the palace behind each of the brothers, their attires white and black, respectively.
The presence of the staff meaning this was official matter, whatever awaited her was to
"May I present to the pleasure of the court, Princess Bianca of the house of Greymor."
She bowed and kneeled.
"Kin... My King"
Raeb stood up, the cloth behind his arms cascaded beautifully as he began to approach her.
"Dear sister"
He bellowed.
"I know I haven't seemed to have retorted back to our old customs, I-I'm really sorry, I have been keeping the kingdom from turning on itself, though I plan to make it up to you, with a quest."
Bianca held her hopeful stare right at her brother, he was giving her a chance to prove herself to him, she stood up gracefully.
"Princess Bianca, will you take a mission on behalf of the king and in name of the house of Greymor?"
Shajae asked, her voice magnified echoed in through all corners of the chamber.
Bianca kneeled.
"I will"
"Then listen closely."
:::
The armored man before her, had dirty blonde hair, and a wispy beard, eyes blue as an ocean, a sense so inviting took over her, she figured the shade resembled deep sea water, anyone looking at that shade form more than a second could drown on his gaze.
His belt had the standard holders for a taser staff, a collapsible spear, and a gun. Pants black as all the personal guards she met. Riding boots, with reinforcing grid knee pads. A deep blue jacket, the standard since Raeb had accepted the throne.
Yet her mind kept telling her something was wrong.
She winced at him again then turned back to her mirror-screen.
"Your hair is not in line."
She spoke,
"I just begun."
He answered.
"That figures"
The princess lifted her stare from the screen,
"So, what's the deal with your brother?"
"None of my concern"
She lied.
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Obscure Old Tales
FantasyWhat if the fairytales, myths and legends lived in a futuristic realm? What if Little red was the huntsman? What if the Evil Queen was Snow White's Brother? What if Pinocchio was a machine disguised as a boy? The realm of Nevermoore has been shaken...
