𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ⪻ 𝘈𝘻𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘢 ⪼

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❝𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝❞

~ Erol Ozan

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ

A soft melody echoed through the grand halls, like a silent whisper in a dark, mysterious cave.

On any other day, it was normal for the servants to be out and about at an early hour, preparing everything that needed preparing before the royals would open their eyes. Dusting every single surface, even if it was nowhere near the King's working route. Scrubbing the floors, including the hallways, which were concealed behind corners. Preparing breakfast, according to each individuals preferences. Thus were their duties.

Yet today, every single maid and servant had been on their feet since before the sun had even touched a single leaf outside. Today and tomorrow would be unlike any other day, one's that needed everyone's utmost attention.

Everything needed to be perfect.

The maid, her short hair framing her face with soft precision, gently wiped away the lingering drops of water from the windowpane, taking care to leave no streaks behind. Not that they would have shown—each window in this hallway was a masterpiece unto itself. Along the right side of the corridor, stained glass portraits of every revered Deity of the Kingdom stood in silent splendor. As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the vibrant panes, flooding the hall in a kaleidoscope of colors, a shimmering rainbow that brought the glass figures to life.

She quietly hummed a tune, just a random melody that came to mind while she gazed at the windows in amazement, as she did every morning.

A distant rumbling noise hallowed in the distance, interrupting the girls thoughts -and those of every servant around her as well apparently. At the end of the hallway, she saw how the servants quickly moved aside, or more like jumped out of the way.

"Out of the way!!!" A loud female voice echoed. "I'm so late!"

A red shadow quickly swished past the maid, her skirt moving slightly with the breeze that trailed behind the shadow. The maid smiled softly and bowed, although the figure was probably already beyond hearing distance, "Good Morning, Princess Azalea."

"Good morning!", the princess called out, her voice already so far away, it made one wonder how she could be so fast on her feet, yet always manage to be late. The servants chuckled quietly and then quickly returned back to their duties.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ

Pink skirts clung and tangled between her legs as she rushed and slipped around every corner of this maze of a castle. This dress was clearly not made for running, and the realization of that frustrated her more than when she realized she had overslept, a few minutes ago. With as many servants as she had, she wondered how she could possibly oversleep. The thought disappeared when she remembered ignoring said servants by simply turning around and closing her eyes again.

There was only so much a servant could do, really.

Perhaps the frustration from that and the annoyance she was feeling now were one and the same. Perhaps it didn't matter, because one thing was clear, regardless; On a day where she needed to be sweet, her mood was sour.

Her dark auburn curls, previously held up in a very rushed bun, were now swaying behind her in two loose braids, like two dark whips.

Azalea practically threw herself though the doors of her father's office, using the weight of her whole body to open the large walls of oak.