Who Are You?

Arc 3.19 - Luther Abravel

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The Princess of Targona, Almira Genesis has finally arrived in the kingdom of Avrailium.

The palace staff rushed around in a hurry to perfect all their preparations, preparing platters of fruits, gifts, and riches. Ensuring not a speck of dust could be found. Everything shined with wealth and in welcome.

Hushed whispers spread throughout the Capital as a richly embroidered carriage passed by the streets, escorted by none other but the great Second Prince, Enrile Ceurlean.

Crowds gathered in anticipation, heads moving trying to get a glimpse of the person inside the carriage without avail.

The carriage stopped in front of the palace doors.

Rows of maids, butlers, and armoured knights stood in greeting as the carriage door opened.

Delicate heels adorned in jewels stepped out of the veiled carriage. And when the guards opened out the veils, gasps rang out across the crowds. The palace staff, though they held their composure couldn't help but stare at the beautiful woman who gracefully stepped out of the carriage.

Dark hair, thick and soft and held in place with traditional Targona chain ornaments, pooled down her shoulder. Mature complexion, confident aura, elegant attire. Her dark eyes, like a pool of stagnant water barely glanced around at neither the maids nor the Avrailium Palace as though she had grown bored of seeing the same views of luxury around her. She kept her calm gaze straight as she walked towards the palace entrance with her escort of dark clad guards behind her.

Her sheer black dress trailed behind her, accentuating her open back and intricate gold chains.

They all stared in awe up till the very palace doors closed shut behind her.

Inside a singular butler was presented in front of her, bowing in respect of her royal status.

She waited for him to rise.

10 seconds passed. Her eyes narrowed.

More than 30 seconds passed and the butler still hadn't risen from his bow.

Her mouth formed a hard line as she realized the man wasn't budging even after a whole minute passed, so she spoke.

"Lead me to the King. I must greet him before retiring to my chambers." Her words quiet yet composed of assertiveness, took no concern of the middle aged man's sharp rise from his bow.

"Yes, your highness. Our King has been eagerly awaiting your arrival. If you'd please allow me to lead you," he gestured out to the long hall leading out behind him. She walked forwards confidently as the butler fell into line two steps behind her. Guiding her across the magnificent gallery— not with himself in front of her royal highness, but with his words, as he kept pace one step behind her at all times.

"All of your luggage will be sent to your room accordingly and your staff will be given instructions on the living ways we have here in Avrailium."

"Hm. And what of my Fiancé? I have met his younger brother but he himself has yet to show his face to me."

"Unfortunately, the Crown Prince Reid Ceurlean is out fighting on the frontlines during this time of war against Vraigrainian. He will return posthaste once his duties allow him to be flexible."

The princess didn't respond to the butler for a long time. He broke out in cold sweat as the atmosphere became stilted but just a glance at her expression showed she wasn't affected by his words. "Just to your right, over here, is the banquet hall."