Ivy woke up early as per usual. She got out of bed and ran herself a bath, scrunching up her nose at the too-sweet soaps. When she found a soap that didn't make her gag, she sank into the steaming water feeling content but alert. Some time later, a maid walked in with a piece of blue fabric in her arms that looked suspiciously like a dress.
Once the maid had left, Ivy lifted herself out of the bath and dried herself. She walked over to the bed and picked up the baby blue dress, it was simple but pretty. It wouldn't draw attention to her so she felt her heart warm towards the maid. Determination set in and she pulled the dress on over her under garments and tied it up with expertise.
Uncertainty clouding her thoughts, she walked over to the gold framed full length mirror. Holding her breath, she stared at her reflection. Her raven coloured hair pooled over her shoulders, framing her face, the dress clung to her in all of the right places. Her eyes grew wide, she felt insecure. To be honest, she always felt conscious of herself in a dress as she was so used to men's clothes. With a shaky breath, she swallowed her worries and wrenched out her ego that she liked to keep as a front. I look. . . acceptable. She reassured herself and spun around.
Palace Rules stared up at her from the place that she had dropped it the previous night. She picked it up carefully and sat down on a blue chair, tucking her legs under her absentmindedly as she red.
Dear reader,
Welcome to the palace of Sorkinya. You are most likely a traveller passing through who's friends with the King or Queen, or you could be a guest staying for a long period of time like a Lord or Lady or a prince or princess. Or you are something else entirely. Alas, if you are reading this book than you must be feeling dull. For who would read a book named 'Palace Rules?'
Ivy blinked, why was she reading this book again? She shrugged and continued.
Well, you are, so let's continue. The rules are as follows:
1. Do not question the King nor Queen.
2. Do not run in the hallways
3. Do not shout in a meeting
5. Always use your manners
6. Only speak when spoken to when being addressed by royals or anyone above your station
7...
The list went on and on, leaving Ivy gaping at it and shutting it closed with a soft thud. What kind of place was this? Hundreds upon hundreds of rules filled the pages, scrawled in fancy hand writing. "Rules," she muttered, shuddering.
"Rules indeed." Someone chuckled behind her. "We are expected in the hall." Ivy looked up and instantly relaxed. Iel stood by the door, watching her with a glint of amusement in his beautifully blue eyes.
Beautifully blue eyes? She cursed the blush that was creeping onto her cheeks.
"We are?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and lowering the book down. "What for?"
"Don't know. Irian just told me to tell you."
She nodded and stood up, brushing away the creases from her dress and making her way towards the door.
"Shall we?" Iel asked, opening the door for her.
"We shall." She replied with a grin.
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They walked in comfortable silence to the hall, blissfully ignoring each other. As they neared the double doors, Alex came bouncing down towards them.
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When Embers Grow
Fantasy***READ THE FLOOD INSTEAD*** Ivy's never been normal. She always had something different about her, that's why she was hidden. Though she didn't know, there was a reason why her family was taken from her. It wasn't just assassin's working for the mo...
