Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 29 | Stained Dinner

Chapter 29

My heels click down the hollow hallways, being led by a young woman who looked like some a working servant with a bowed head and quiet nature.

After entering a large room that was shaped into a circle, I sat down at a large elongated rectangle table that was displayed in the center of large ballroom. After being informed I couldn't sit at either end of the table I sat a couple seats away from the end, casual distance to talk to more minimal people. After I had sat the servant exited and one by one other people started to fill in the hollow blue-walled room. Their voices filled the air, young and old both alike. And I noticed that Laurence and Oliver and this mysterious Queen of Light hadn't entered. So I sat between a young girl and an old gentleman.

The old man smiled gingerly at me while the girl didn't pay any mind toward me. After staring at my plate for some time the large doors that I had first entered, started to open very slowly. It was hard to see at first but Oliver stepped out first. His head was high and his hair was still its styled blonde but pulled back and gelled. His chin was high and he looked down with the most amused look at the guests.

Next was the "Reina de la Luz". It came to my surprise that she was the most normal looking person in the room. She looked to be about 14, with black hair streaked with red and blue highlights. She wore a white dress and some sneakers, casually striding to the chair closest to me. Oliver took the one to the farthest end.

The big doors shut painfully slow and as soon as the room has quieted everyone began a similar chatter, but leveled and more gracious.

"So," the Queen starts, "are you the witch-wolf everyone has been talking about?"

I look up from my detailed plate full of decorations and abstract blue designs to give the Queen my full attention. I looked her dead in the eyes, showing her as much respect as I could to a young girl. I don't want to get on her bad side, no matter how evil and strong my bloodline is.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were talking to me." I apologize and give her a tight smile. "Can you repeat that?" A couple people quieted down to listen to our conversation, which worried me some.

Her blue eyes blinked at me, and she cleared her throat before waving off my apology. "No worries! I couldn't tell if you were our new recruit. Welcome to my home." I'm shocked, she was an actual genuine person. I smiled back at her, glad to have someone kind to converse with.

"Thank you, I'm glad to be welcomed here. It's a beautiful place you have." My smile is brightened a little more and I forget about Laurence for just one moment. "You're very sweet." I compliment, taking kindly to her unique ability to make smalltalk with a complete stranger. "They don't call you Riena de Luz for nothing." I add.

"Riena de la Luz." She corrects but laughs it off. "My mother loves to be drastic, but it was her title and now it's mine- after her death."

"I'm sorry." I add, biting my lip nervously. Not a good topic.

She laughs and waves her hand in a quick friendly gesture, "Please! Don't apologize! It was a long time ago!"

"Okay." I look down again at the plate in front of me, my stomach growling several complaints.

Just before I have time to comment on my hunger, servants enter from the sides of the room carrying large platters full of miniature plates.

This was going to be a long dinner.

*

I sat, and ate, by myself the rest of dinner. Completely bored and tired as it was, I took a bite out of my chocolate cake, mentally naming it my new best friend.

Till my stomach felt like it was about to burst into a million different pieces. I hunched over, considering whether or not I was just having cramps, but remembering that my period was the week prior I panicked. My skin turned slick and my fork tumbled through my fingertips. I cried out in pain, my head throbbing to my heartbeat.

Everyone quieted and my tongue began to swell. I couldn't scream anymore, but it wasn't too long later that arms were around my waist: hauling me out of my chair. I gagged on my own tongue, tears streaming down my hot face and my eyes needing to be shielded from the light pouring from the chandeliers. My tears and snot touched through and into my mouth.

I closed my eyes, fearing the blood that raced through my panicked state. My eyes shut, getting heavy with mental exhaustion, just as the figure stabbed me in the thigh.

*

I woke to the sounds of evenly timed chirping. "Shut that bird up." I grumble, trying to turn on my side with my eyes still closed.

A crisp breeze crept down my back and butt.

This time I was turned over and onto my back again, the bird hadn't stopped its whining. Instead it picked up the pace, and became a little more whinny.

I open my eyes, about to throw a temper-tantrum at the thing, when I soon address my surroundings. I'm in a hospital room. Well, a bedroom with some monitors and clip boards can get to being a hospital room.

And as it turned out the "chirping noise" was my heartbeat monitor and I cursed the thing for waking me up.

"Good morning sunshine." I look over to the bedroom door, the far right hand corner.

I don't reply, my throat finally beginning to feel tight and sore.

"You had an allergic reaction." The Dead King says. "Do you want to know what you reacted to?" Again, I don't reply, so he continues: "Chocolate."

We'll, I've just lost a close friend of mine and his name is happiness in a wrapper.

The Dead King steps further into the small room and closes the door behind him. "And can you guess who you owe your life to?" He smirks. "Me."