The Lost Royal

Damian

Damian

It was a sight to see Kassian outdone by a girl. She had red hair. This sends a painful pang to my gut. I was happy for him; it was unusual for him to whipped like that, but he seems less gloomy and moody. He has some odd tangents as per his mood goes - uncaring befits him the most- indifferent too, so it was amazing to contemplate how he would be falling for an un-lady! I think it is high time for him to sympathize with the differences in classes - it would be an eye opener and wisen him up. He was like a brother from another mother, but that can only be said for a short while if not for the tragedy that will be at the doorstep of our relationship to test us very soon. 

It started with a favor - and what a perfect distraction might i say- and as impossibly easily as that, I was herded away once again into the throng of the Royals. I would do anything for an old friend, of course, in return all I needed was visitation rights. Knowing Kassian I knew he would be very welcoming of my stay because of our friendship, even though he was obviously very clueless of my hidden agenda. I intended for it to stay that way. 

I didn't want the spotlight, but it never ceased to find me. 

My wavy obsidian hair catches sheen from the chandelier and reflects back on my emerald eyes. This illicit sigh on the passerby. However it has to be my black robe that sways from my knee to my ankle never failing to make an entrance.

"very handsome" sigh. whispers.

"Is he a duke or a prince?!" more whispers.

"does it really matter" mmm.

"men like that are already taken" followed by ladies' giggling.I smile melancholy. How very true indeed. My heart pounds with a renewed hope that had been dormant for a long time. I clench my fingers and slightly ease them to rest delicately on my chest. It was an odd feeling that my heart still beats inside my chest.  

They would be arriving soon, as per the letter entailed, but before they learned of the meaning behind the letter and its mysterious sender, I had to get to him first. If for some unthinkable reason my search is unsuccessful, then everything is for naught - I would need to corner him at all costs - the court could become a very dangerous place if I fail to do so. 

Aaliyah

With the crazy but wonderful evening behind me, I was delighted to take off the aching pins off my head. I made sure my room was closed and shut before I resumed taking off my mask and placed it away in my drawers. I lay wondering into twilight about the gardener's face not even knowing I was before my thoughts quieted into nothingness.

The next day when I was serving tea to a visitor, I unconsciously bumped into a man. "Pardon me, sir, I'm sorry I wasn't looking," apologizing quickly. The tea has dribbled down his collars and bled through his shirt. Oh my goodness, I will be punished for my clumsiness! What to do! He gave me a stiff look before it lighted with almost something like recognition briefly before it became a dull opaque. He was dressed in in black pants and a white shirt with a  His aged face held a warm smile for me as he regarded me, "it's no problem, don't worry about it." He started to wipe his shirt with a napkin I offered but I knew it would be useless. "Please, allow me to rinse out the stain and wash it for you. I will make it dry in no time!" 

"It's alright. I can just change my shirts. Not to worry, I will not report this, it's really nothing my dear." My scared, bleached out look retained some of its color after the mini panic attack. Oh thank god. Usually the rich were a little stuck up but lucky for me, at this early in the morning, I met one with a kind heart, bless him. I didn't know that he asked a question, "what's your name?"

"A-aliyah." I stammered.

"My, that's not a nickname for sure, it's a very proper name. A beautiful one." His eyebrows creases and then his eyes held a firm certainty as if he could finally place me. "Ah," he murmured quietly, "have a good day, Aaliyah, my dear, I hope I'll be seeing you again." His tone carried a promise. 

"As do you sir, good day," I curtsied, appreciating his kindness to overlook my mistakes.