'As I stood alone amidst the crowd, I knew that the shadows of deception were closing in around me, threatening to unravel the fragile web of lies that I had woven. I need to choose where my loyalties truly lay.'
After The War Of Life And Death, all...
I am the biggest fan of Star Wars, so May the 4th be with you! By the way, I accidentally edited this after May the 4th, so it may say another date, but this chapter really came out on May 4th :)
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Now, the chapter begins!
As I slowly woke up in my cozy, oversized bed, the first thing I did was stretch my arms high above my head, feeling the relaxation spread slowly through my body, from my arms to my feet. I yawned and opened my eyes, ready for a brand new day. Sitting up slowly, I allowed my eyes to adjust to the morning light filtering through the windows. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the chilly yet comforting morning breeze come in through the open doors of the balcony on the left side.
I blinked a few times as I found myself gazing at the collection of family portraits on the walls of my bedroom. Among them, my beloved older brother's image stood out, his warm smile frozen in time. Memories of our shared moments flooded my mind, tugging at my heartstrings.
However, as my eyes lingered on his portrait, a twinge of guilt crept in. I quickly averted my gaze, unable to confront the feelings bubbling within me. The weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions hung heavy in the air, reminding me of the complexities of sibling relationships and the journey of forgiveness and understanding that lay ahead. I sighed, "Maybe if I knew how to control my powers before, I would probably still have him right here with us..." I mumbled to myself under my breath.
A few minutes later, there were a few loud knocks on my wooden door and Lillith, my maid, curtsied and walked in, "Your Grace, Queen Natasha is summoning you for breakfast."
Lillith helped me slip into my corset and my beautiful hazy purple morning gown. I opened the door, greeted the two guards positioned outside, and walked down four floors to the Great Hall of Narvella.
I gazed upon my mother, standing there elegantly, wearing a purple gown that matched her pale ivory skin tone, a trait we both shared. The people in our kingdom often whispered about her beauty, declaring her as the most enchanting in all the land. Her cascading waves of raven black hair framed her face in a striking contrast to her fair complexion. My own hair, while not an exact shade match to hers, bore the same prune plum hue inherited from my father, who also boasted the same unique colour. Despite the rumours that swirled around my uncommon hair, it was a natural gift passed down through generations.
As my eyes shifted upwards towards the great overhead circled-shaped window, I saw the Narvellish flag fluttering in the breeze, its intricate design coming into view. The flag depicted a delicate rose vine twining into the shape of a heart, symbolising that our realm was not solely defined by outward beauty but could also embody deep and genuine love. Orchid, the signature colour of our kingdom, was prominently featured on our flag, reflecting the essence of our land. This hue held special significance for my mother, who had a deep affection for all things orchid. Her wardrobe was filled with orchid dresses, orchid crowns adorning her head, and even orchid accessories, showcasing her adoration for the royal colour.
