A Crown To Die For

Xurre Tajimie

After going to the salon room to get my hair washed and braided. We went to the last room on the left and it was filled with clothing. We were to pick out what we would like to wear. There were wardrobes and rows of racks of clothing filling the room to the brim. To the right were a mass arrangement of shoes and to the left against the wall I could see a suggestion of outfits neatly hung with shoes and accessories even.

I decided since I didn't know what we were doing the suggestions of outfits would be best for now. Walking to the left side of the room I saw what looked like name tags but written on it was a signature. I decided it to be the designers since I didn't see Veldean's name or Malmare's.

I counted twenty outfits total but saw only four I truly liked. All be deep natural colors. Not wanting to be flashy. I settled on a olive green dress that was sleeveless and body hugging. It was a high neck that would almost resemble an chocker. It had a patter of deep purple and gold flowers here and there. The dress was one of the most beautiful Id encounter.

I asked if there was a changing room and was met by a quiet attendant who led me to a beautiful space covered in an array of satins and silks draped across ever surface but the mirrors. The attendant didn't say anything but merely closed the curtains behind herself as she exited the beautiful room.

Putting the dress on I felt like the dress was wearing me more than I it. A pair of purple flats with a gold lacey design were paired with the dress along with only a single gold rope chain bracelet. The Bracelet felt so light and dainty on my wrist it almost seemed to bring me whole being a sense of comfort and relaxation.

As I exited the changing area I noticed another attendant standing but the door I had come through to get here. "Are you waiting for someone special?" I asked walking up to the person. Who almost smirked at my question.

"Well I suppose. If you fancy yourself special." The attendant said the reply over her shoulder and then pushed the door open and led me into the hall.

This time there were no more prepping rooms ahead of this one but the golden double doors themselves. If gold could grow these doors would have been hundreds, millions of years old with intricate left designs. The doors were mock trees; A landscape of a forest meadow, or wooded area, nearing too beautiful to look at. A small pond forming door hands, which the attendant open with out so much as a hesitation.

The golden doors opened up to a grand dining room. A long cherry wood table stretched out before me with what looked like 40 plus matching chairs. Only one chair was different, and it was seated at the head of the table. The chair was designed in the same living gold as the double doors. Only difference being the crowd of jewels at the top. Most resembling a very starry night.

Girls were scatter seated all throughout the room. The was even a table barely noticeable in the far left corner of the room. covered with a simple white linen. And set with what looked like gleaming silverware only, with a simple bouquet of forget me nots in a white vase.

Ranez waved me over but Malmare and Veldean had a vacant seat between the two. "What now?" I asked settling in beside the girls.

"I don't know this is as far as we get every night." Veldean sighed.

"We get all done up follow the yellow brick hallway and eat dinner!" Malmare almost shouted enthusiastically. She was dressed in a grand ball grown. Covered in crystals. As far as anyone could tell Malmare was dressed the part of a grand duchess or dare I saw a queen even.

*music* A low harp melody started to sounded out in the room as each of the young women fell silent. "What's wrong?" Someone farther down the table asked. SHHHHHHHHHH!

Came a stern reply. "They've never played music for us before." Veldean whispered to me quickly.

The harpist captured us all with her beautiful melody. I couldn't see her. I scanned the whole room hoping to spot the musical genius only to notice almost the entire table was full. Only what looked like seven chairs including the head chair and the chair to its immediate right were empty.

The grand double doors began to open and in walked a group of what looked like six. Each person was silent as they strolled, their colorful festive outfits contradicting their somber swagger. I only recognize, the caretaker, Schmeik. They traveled in a tight circle only parting ways at the end of the table.

Where Schmeik promptly pulled the head chair out for a man dressed in a impeccably tailored black and white suit. All every one sat but the caretaker, who stood a few paces behind the suited man to his left. Schmeik was looking at us with a grin.

"This is His majesty Tajime!" Schmeik's voice boomed louder than I thought it could go. I was in shock as the room erupted in whispers, I could only take this as a joke. What realm what world what country would have a emperor a king a ruler whos face and hand were in bandages? Who would be afraid of this man?