An Unexpected Reunion Ends in a Choice Between a Journey to the Altar or Death.
Floravera is a magical kingdom, filled with people, magic, & dragons. There are multiple kingdoms like this around the globe. However, Floravera is known to be the Prett...
"As Queen we vow to protect our people, our land, and our tree that houses all of our magic. The tree gives life, and in return we give it our life." - Milliani Valente
Pitch black. It's all I see as ice cold hands grip my arm "what the hell!?" I scream out. I hear a door shut, my heart races. I can't see anything. "Who are you?"
I hear footsteps, in an instinct I grip the wand and swing it at whatever is in front of me. It hits something hard, I stumble back from the hit myself.
"Ouch" the staff glows to help me illuminate what I'm seeing. Preston is against the wall rubbing his shoulder, with his teeth clenched. "It's just me. I didn't mean to scare you."
"Scare me!? You grabbed me and tugged me into- what even is this room!" I seeth out, shining the staff around to see what room this is...It's a broom closet. "A broom closet. Your big scheme to kidnap me, was in a broom closet?"
A cold broom closet, winter is harsh during these times. We need to get candles in here soon. "I didn't kidnap you!" His eyes are wide with worry as he says that. "I swear on my life I didn't kidnap you, I just wanted to talk."
"Talk? In a broom closet?" I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head at him.
"Not like that." His eyes widen even more, he's petrified.
"What do you want to talk about." I'm still mad but let's get the details first.
"I just needed to give you this. It's from my parents, they wanted it privately delivered, and you've been hanging out with dragons, and that Kelvick." His face scowls at his name. "So I followed you out here, then pulled you into the closet. Bad idea on my end. I shouldn't have done that, but do know I only wanted to deliver this! Please don't kill me."
He grabs a letter from his jacket and reaches it out to me. I wouldn't kill him, however I may make him meet Charles, and let him just talk on, and on, and on about his ex. That's basically a lifetime of torture right there. I take the letter from him, and open it.
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It reads:
"Dear Arabella Valente of Floravera,
We send our condolences at your mother's passing. She was a great Queen, and we are thrilled to see you step into her shoes, we know she feels the same. However, as you are now Queen we have some concerns that we would like to speak about, not in a royal meeting. 1st. I'm sure Preston has informed you that our fundings at the moment are not great. We request help from Floravera to help rebuild, and re-home our homeless. We have many who are sick, and still need help. 2nd. Involves something I would like you to speak about in person.
- from Hillston's higher royals."
I look up from the letter. "What does she want to talk about in person?" My eyes stare into his blue ones, very icy blue with that blonde.
"She never told me. Just to give that to you." He clears his throat, as if he's still nervous.
"I will see what I can do." He smiles and is about to say something, I stop him. "Next time you need to tell me something, you let Arnold know. Or maybe even talk to me directly, instead of giving me a heart attack."
He nods. "Of course, I'm still very sorry, you can hit me again if you'd like. My shoulder is already bruising from the hit of the staff" he gives a nervous chuckle.
"I'm good, just go get your shoulder checked out, and plan your future meetings more wisely." I walk past him, and out the closet.
I look around to see if anyone sees me exiting. No one is in sight, so I speed walk to the back doors once again. Time for my alone time, finally.
