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
SALIA AND CONSTANTINE ACCOMPANIED ME in my very own carriage, I couldn't ride with the kings because we weren't married yet, it was unreal, stupid, outrageous, even.
But it was the state of this ride.
This isn't real, this cannot be real. That's what is currently going through my head sad I clench the plush cushions as I look on the carriages windows. WHAT IN THE LIVING...
Why are we flying in a carriage? A carriage, like the horses,.. Pegasus flying us to another kingdom but there's this weird barrier of magic and after you cross it your insides feel like static..?
I'm seriously about to crap myself it's insane I feel horrible it's. I grab the silks draping over me like I'm a ghost and pull them off.
So much for traditional wear, I'm sweating bullets right now and it feels like I'm about to fall out of my body.
Being scared of heights wasn't on my fear list but actual wind currents as roads and?? ITS INSANE I lick my lips over and over, blinking hoping this travel would come to its longing end.
"What the hell." The words roll out of my mouth shaky and disturbed.
Salia and Constantine gasps.
"Language, such a graceful voice and beauty should not have words coming out of them." Constantine fixed the silks on my body.
I took a deep breath and gave her a form nod.
"Oh my, you are sweating off your makeup, Opal." Salia giggled nervously. I eyed her and my brows dipped in.
"I'm going to vomit."
"No you aren't! Not over this outfit, it took so long to even get you into it, hold it in now." Constantine continue to straighten the silks.
I smiled at her and shook my head.
"Of course."
"Of course." She said back to me smugly.
Salia looked between the two of us nervously.
"WEVE BEEN IN THIS CARRIAGE FOR FOUR FUCKING HOURS, FOR FOUR FUCKING HOURS I HAVE FELT NAUSEOUS FOR FOUR HOURS THIS TIGHT OVERLY FANCY OUTFIT HAS BEEN SQUEEZING AT MY BLADDER AND I HAVE TO PISS LIKE HELL!! BUT WHO CARES BECAUSE PRESENTATION IS KEY AND TRADITION IS KEY AND I HAVE TO SMILE EVERY TIME AND EVERYWHERE AND EVERY FREAKING SECOND OF THE DAY, I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO EAT BREAKFAST!!!"
