Opal Langley, a champion figure skater well-known globally, faced an abrupt and devastating halt in his once flourishing career. His mentor, the woman he'd trusted with his skills throughout his formative years, was arrested for horrible offenses...
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Opal's pov
I GOT DRESSED IN A short-sleeved shirt that had ruffles at the end of the sleeves, the silky fabric was printed with Mystaline's kingdom's design, vines between three figures forming into trees. I thought it was beautiful and elegant.
I slipped into some short trousers along with some socks and my usual silver buckled loafers. The servants were ordered to do my hair so I sat down in a chair in my bedroom as a servant braided my hair into a singular braid going down my back. She pulled two strands out and another servant added flowers to my hair.
The others clamped earrings to my ears. It was just a picnic but as I learned they took picnics seriously. I spoke with one of the younger servants and they said the other servers thought of this as a proposal and wanted me to look my absolute best.
A proposal to what?! I was already bound to be with the kings for eternity, it didn't bother me just this moment, if anything I was afraid it would bother them.
I of course had second thoughts about this, like would I feel trapped? Or would this whole thing just end up being a facade? Or was I blowing the dynamic between me and the kings out of proportion?
I'd rather not think of it as so but I had my doubts, ones that wouldn't go away for the life of me...! "All set, Opal." A servant bowed making me wave my hands in the air frantically.
"I'm not a royal!" I squeak.
"Not yet, of course." One smiled gently. It was a taller servant. "Umm, may I ask what's your name?" I smiled gently.
"Salia."
Before I could respond one of the servants was pulling me outside of the palace to meet with the kings. After breakfast, they had a meeting with the elders which consisted of lots of shouting which didn't phase me. They always seemed so busy but they still squeezed the picnic in their schedule.
I fiddled with my fingers nervously, I hoped I looked good for them. The servant led me up a hill or two and there laid a white and red plaid blanket basking in the shade under a huge tree hanging beautiful flower-covered vines.
I ran to them excitedly, Florian had stood with open arms and took me in a bone-crushing hug. "Hello sweetheart, you're so excited to see us!" He said with the same fond look he had been giving me.
Ambrose came to his feet and kissed my forehead. "You look dashing, Opal." He admired the braid going down my back, fluffing up the flowers a bit.
"Yes he does, darling, I'd say rather delicious." Florian winked at me drawing his fingertips along my shoulders, easing me to sit down on the picnic blanket.
