Divinity

Adréa

I glanced around the large contemporarily decorated bedroom; it was undoubtedly beautiful, but it also undoubtedly lacked character

The walls were painted an off white and on them hung silver and black works of art, mainly small sculptures most of which greatly resembled miniature suns with brightly coloured jewels inlaid into the surface, which seemed to be the only real colour in the room. There was a white marble dressing table, adorned with little silver draw handles complete with a large oval mirror, placed up against the right wall of the room.

A grand fireplace was positioned directly opposite the door on the other side of the room, it was made from imperfect white marble which had ribbons of grey running through it. There were three logs stacked on the hearth waiting to be lit. Beside the fire stood a black wooden desk the flat top surfacehad edges that were curved and the corners came to rounded, decorative points, there were two drawers beneath and the legs had been shaped and turned. It was purposefully made to seem antique, the ebony paint had been sanded along the edges and whispers of the light underlying pine highlighted the details in the etched patterns.

The left side of the room was predominantly taken up by a mahogany, king-size, four poster bed, with grey and white sheets that were embroidered with small swirling patterns. The absence of colour in the room was almost depressing, this room seriously needed help!

 Sighing, I dumped a large cardboard box and a rolled up royal purple carpet on the floor which was made up of large, square black and white shiny tiles that were twisting in a spiral pattern towards the centre of the room. The box was filled with posters, paintings and photographs. Hopefully I thought these will make it seem more like home.

I set about hanging posters of some faery bands and musicians to my walls. Azora, Destry and Unseen hung next to pictures of my favourite human artist, Taylor Swift. I took down the sun sculptures, rolled out the soft, plush, purple carpet and flew to the roof to hang posters there too. Lastly I set up my photos, along the dressing table the pictures were propped up in brightly coloured frames, some photos of my parents and some of friends carefully angled so you could see them from any place in the room.

Looks good I thought to myself standing in the middle of the room looking around, with my hands on my hips. There was just one problem, the hideous bed sheets. I turned and opened the white door twisting the black horizontal handles. Peering out I saw a young female faery dressed in a simple, smart knee-length navy dress that buttoned up at the front and puffed out slightly at the sleeves, my lady’s maid Chloe was approaching along the wide ornately decorated corridor,  “Chloe?” I called gently down the hall my melodious voice lingering in the air. She started to walk quicker and I shook my head and motioned for her to stop, “Can you go get the dark pink bed stuff from my old room? The sheets in here are hideous!” Chloe nodded and made a small curtsy, a whisper of a smile on her face and she turned and danced gracefully towards the west wing of the house where my old room was.

I’d recently been evicted by my Mum and Dad who were the current leaders, High Prince and Princess, of the De Luca bloodline. Apparently they didn’t like me blaring Taylor Swift at three a.m. Who knew? So now I’m on the other side of the house, usually reserved for important guests where, while we aren’t expecting any, I’m supposed to “stay out of trouble”.

I hadn’t noticed but I’d been staring absentmindedly down the hall at Chloe as she struggled to carry all of the sheets, quilt covers, blankets, pillows and pillow cases all at once. Snapping out of my day dream I jogged over and took half from her. She shot me a smile of thanks but remained silent, I don’t know why she doesn’t like to speak much, but the silence didn’t bother me. I felt comfortable with Chloe and her reserved nature made me certain I could trust her with anything.

We arranged the dark purple and dark pink satin sheets, quilt and the like on the bed with little more conversation then “how are you?” and “can you put that over here?”

As we smoothed the sheets and arranged the pillows I studied Chloe’s face, she was about two years older than me and had amazingly vibrant turquoise eyes and ebony black hair that was streaked with navy that shone especially in the sun, Chloe was a water user. Her wings were beautiful, although I hated to admit it. They would have been completely invisible if they weren’t edged in clear, glimmering spheres that looked like water droplets that had settles on a spider’s web.

We finished quickly and I sat on the edge of the bed admiring my obvious flare for interior design when Chloe’s deep velvet voice sounded beside me, “Don’t forget my lady, your new dress will be delivered and brought up to your room at six this evening."

I smiled appreciatively, "Thank you, Chloe. Will my father be back in time for my party?"

“Yes, Princess Adréa. The High Prince is on his way home as we speak.” I thanked her again as she left to continue with her chores.I laid back on my bed wondering what tonight would have in store for me.

A party was being thrown in my honor, it was my eighteenth birthday and tonight would be a sort of debut for me into faery society, I will meet important politicians, nobles and princes from the other families and countries. I would accept my position in my family as Princess and officially begin my duties as a Princess.

"Faery law states that no royal female under the age of eighteen is to consort with a non-related male faery who is within three years of her own age." - laws and customs of the faery court c. 1100