The Weight of Scales

Chapter Four

The Capital of the Dommina Empire.
The most exquisite city out of all the kingdom. It was first established right after the war between humans and magic. Two foes becoming one. Rumors have gone around spilling about how the city was built on ashes. The walls were built in this beautiful pearl like color. Buildings were built from inside the hill and out. Streets made out of stones and concrete. A gorgeous citadel was place in the middle. With giant done roof. Stained panels of glass surrounded the building. Large banners hung against two pillars; along with the kingdom's sigil. However, farther up, stood this emasculate structure. Towers hitting the sky's limit. Engraved with arches. Tall windows. A massive two story greenhouse in the middle.

A tower, over to the left of this structure, was an observatory. The top half was covered in black paint. As if it were to stand out from the rest of the towers. Inside, a giant telescope, with piles of books surrounding the floor. Scattered pieces of paper. Star charts hung from the ceiling. Bookshelves lined against the walls. A random corner with a cauldron of some sort. Open spell books leading up to a large desk. It was cleaned and organized. Besides the rest of the room.

"What do you mean he escaped?" A husked voice came from the other side of the chair. The back was facing the desk; along with facing towards another individual. The tone in the air was suffocating. Choking the life out of a living being.

"Intel reported that a commotion occurred while the Prince disappeared," a hooded eunuch answered; which he wore a long dress-like robe that had embroidered embellishments on the edge of the hood and sleeves. Indicating that this eunuch was a student.

SLAM!

Echoing through the chamber. It shook the place, to where everything and everyone went silent. A fair medium sized calloused hand set on the desk. The chair that was once sat in, was now inches away from the man. His semi-wrinkled face was fuming. Upon turning red like a pepper. The man took a breath to calm himself. Adjusting his oxford blue vest. He stepped away from his desk, and turned his heels to walk over to a black steel balcony. "They had one task!" the man exclaimed, looking over the Capital.

The young student, still quivering in his place, cleared his throat. "They also included that a woman helped him escape." The boy continued with his report, as still did not look up, or even move out of his place.

A woman he said. A woman helped Prince Nikolai escape death.

The man looked up, and turned his head toward the young student. "Well, first things first, you must inform our friends that the Prince is still alive. And I WANT THEM TO BRING ME HIS HEAD." The man ordered the boy, as he sat back into his chair.

"Yes, Magister." The boy bowed, ready to leave.

"Oh, and one more thing." The Magister stopped the boy, "Find me information about this woman."

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Wooden wheels creaking while going around in circles. Hooves stomping against dirt and gravel. Tall grass swaying along with the soft breeze. Medium sized creatures hopping around in the fields. Wildflowers in the midst. Hills in the distance. Trees scattered around. Birds chirping away as they flew in the sky. The sound of soft humming from what sounds like sweet honey.

Melyra was sitting up on the bench. Holding onto the reins, as she hummed herself away. Her braided brunette hair had small slivers of hair falling out. All the while they were slightly being blown away. She had her right foot start tapping on the baseboard, as she was humming. Enjoying the fresh air. Enjoying the thought of freedom.

Behind was a very observant Nikolai. Sitting with the small boxes of supplies. Medium sized burlap sacks filled with food in front of him, leaning up against the wall of the wagon. But the Prince's gaze was admiring the scenery. Wishing he could see this everyday. Just to have it at least outside of his window. The thought of seeing his twin younger brothers playing in the fields. His sister having tea with her friends. Possibly making flower crowns. And parents enjoying the peace that they'll need. To which brought Nikolai feeling down. His heart aching to missing his family. Wishing he could've down better to at least stay home. But he was naive, reckless, and ignorant to pay any respect towards his duties.