Seraph Of Death

Chapter 14: First to Claim

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Princess Genevieve's pov:

"Slow down your Highness." Oma screams behind me.

The afternoon sun shimmered through the diamond-paned windows, it's scalding rays intensifying my frustration. I drew my skirts up to hasten my pace, but as a princess, propriety demanded grace over speed.

The rhythmic clicks of our heels echoed in the white-tiled corridors as I hurried along, unabashed in my haste. Oma gasps for breath pleading, "Your highness, I beg you."

Oma was my closest confidante, my companion in every sense-my friend, sister,mother, personal assistant. She was more than a servant; she was family.

Ignoring her protests, I dashed from one guest room to the next, scanning the various chambers. The endless array of unused rooms—an unwieldy byproduct of royalty—exacerbated my already irritated mood.

Finally I leaned against a small statue of my great grandfather, panting heavily to cool the inferno in my chest.

"Ugh, your Highness, I can't run anymore," Oma panted, clinging to her knees. "I might faint."

"Me too," I grinned, "But we wouldn't be making such progress if we strolled at a ladylike pace."

"Tsk tsk. Such unladylike behavior. You're a princess; it's not proper to run like that." Oma wagged a finger at me.

"Think of it as aerobic exercise."

"I don't like this type of exercise." She huffed. "The human isn't running away so what's the rush?"

"I know that once Ariel gets here, he won't stay any minute longer." I pursed, "Do you think you can convince him to stay for brunch?"

"Me?!" Oma exclaimed, wide-eyed.

"I can't possibly." I started.

"Well if you can't I can't either. Ariel's terrifying! And he's got those dauntless eyes..He's like a ravenous beast stalking it's prey."

"I have to agree on that," I laughed nervously, " Ariel's recent sentence as severed all ties with Oselis. I'm just a bit scared of his arrival. Let's hope he doesn't fight with his siblings again."

Oma grimaced. "Or the King and Queen. Especially your mum."

"Yeah,"I nodded, " She's Queen but her complaints are endless."

"Remember the cancelled engagement with Jules? Oh that scandal!"

"Jules begged father to marry him. The King and Queen begged the Heavens for their consent, and God relented, though he was uncertain how Ariel would react. But poor Jules....she held unto hope with a fool's grip."

If ‘unavailable’ was a person that's Ariel Morningstar.

So of course Ariel Morningstar, the celestial bachelor rejected the proposal, angry at a matchmaking that disrupted the hearts of a mismatched couple. His words might have stung but Jules should have known better than to cling to hope.

I sighed. "Ariel has enough on his plate being a Prince, a Supreme commander....when would he find the time to fall in love."

Oma and I hear sound of maids praising Halle in a room a few metres away so we stopped chatting and walked in.

The two maids helping Halle dress up at the makeup table stopped their work and bowed.

"Good afternoon your Highness." They chanted as Oma and I entered the room.

Halle followed suit, a nervous tremor in her voice. But the maids did not exaggerate—Halle is a beauty. Her speckled cheeks lent a childlike charm to her brown skin. Her curly black hair was pulled into a messy bun, save for a few errant strands. The shabby gold earrings stood out against the rest of her attire. It was clear she refused to wear more ostentatious jewelry.