The World Above

Chapter 43: On the Rink

Every celestial rises from their throne in unison, a collective gasp filling the air. "The Great Dragons!" Valor exclaims, his voice tinged with surprise and a little bit of hatred?. "What are you doing here?"

Adara steps forward, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I didn’t realize that anyone could question the Great Guardians so boldly," she responds with a smirk, her voice dripping with snark.

Angelica swiftly holds out her hand to silence Valor, bowing deeply to the dragons. "Pardon my son," she says respectfully. "May I ask why you have graced us with your presence?"

Majesty, her presence commanding and serene, replies, "Since this matter concerns us, I thought we would also come here." Her words hang in the air, heavy with significance.

A profound silence envelops the room, the weight of Majesty's statement sinking in. Angelica nods slowly, processing the gravity of the situation. "I see, I see," she murmurs, her voice thoughtful and measured.

Erebus, ever the inquisitive one, steps forward cautiously. "Forgive me, but why did you choose to speak with Haven?" he asks, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and respect.

Majesty remains silent for a moment, her eyes sweeping over the assembled celestials. The anticipation in the room builds, the silence stretching taut like a drawn bowstring. Every eye is on her, every ear straining to catch her next words.

Finally, Majesty speaks, her voice resonating with an otherworldly authority. "Because, as you all know too, she is the Prophesied Queen. "

"I see, well, we were just finishing up our 'interrogation'. " Valor starts but Adara interrupte him, "Are you saying we came too late?"

"No! No that is not what he meant.... please settle down.. You are more than welcomed to stay" Angelica seems flustered. I know cause she swats Valor on the arm.

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Before leaving, Majesty spoke of one more matter. "I don't want Haven going back to her abusive house. Magix needs a fully functioning Empress, not a half-dead one," she added bluntly.

Ouch. I winced inwardly, understanding the necessity but feeling the sting of Majesty's words. They were said out of protection, yet they struck a raw nerve.

Angelica, after a moment of contemplation, nodded her agreement. "I promise," she said solemnly.

"Haven will not be sent back home. If something is stirring in the Cave of Genesis, then the prophecy must be taken seriously. We cannot afford to send her back to that abusive environment."

It was decided I would live in the Palace till the Coronation. My parents were informed and my room was readied, all under an hour.

Felix and I decided to go for a walk in the palace gardens till then.

They were illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns that lined the winding paths. The air was cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves.

The atmosphere was serene, almost magical, and it seemed like the perfect place to try and lift Felix's spirits.

We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the moon casting a silvery light over the scene.

I glanced at Felix, he was contemplating about something.
The moonlight caste a soft glow on his features, making him look even more handsome than usual.

His blond hair, still slightly damp from earlier, catches the silvery light, each strand shimmering like spun gold.

His emerald eyes, bright and intense, reflect the lanterns and stars, their depth holding an unspoken promise of unwavering loyalty and affection.