Stormborn

Chapter 4: The Kingdom of Vecha

'Clank' was the last sound that could be heard as a young girl with brunette hair, slid from underneath a large, metal suit. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, only rubbing oil on the spot before she took a sip of the water that was next to her.

"You know, your mother would murder you if she saw you like this again," said a voice from the entrance of the room.

"What's wrong with wanting to be like my father?" The girl asked.

"Maybe the fact that you're a girl," her father replied, making her turn away, "And fact that I have to work extra hard to wash the oil and dirt from your clothes just to keep your little secret."

"If she does find me in here, I can just say, you made it, can't I?" The girl asked, gesturing to the metal suit.

"No you can't."

"But why not?" She asked.

"Maybe because of the fact that I'm clean and you're the one covered in oil," he replied.

The girl rolled her eyes while using her rag to wipe her hands, giving her father no reply.

He sighed, "Skylar, you're gonna have to tell her sooner or later. She's your mother, you shouldn't be keeping this from her."

Skylar looked up at the ceiling, as if an answer would magically appear from there, "I think you're right."

"Glad to see you agree with me... By the way, your mother is at the door."

"What?!?" Skylar asked as her mother walked in.

Upon entering, she closed her eyes together tightly and held up one hand, "I'll deal with this later, right now, I have to get you ready for the inauguration."

"But I don't want to go," Skylar frowned.

"Ben is your best friend, not mine, and I'm pretty sure he'd want his best friend to be there when he becomes king," her mother said sternly.

"But-"

"But nothing! You're going and that's that!" She sighed, "Marc, do you mind calling the dresser bot? We need to get ready."

"Right on it," Skylar's father said as he took one last look on Skylar's suit before leaving out to fetch the bot.

~•~

In the middle of the bar, sat a lady with white hair and grey eyes that were crossing over to a blue-ish colour.

She stared down at her drink while awaiting her guest, that should've arrived an hour ago.

As she made her way to the door, it burst open, Roana standing on the other side.

The lady in front of Roana, slapped her and looked her dead in the eyes, "You're late," she said without emotion.

"I'm sorry about that, I had to lose an annoying pest before getting here, Your Majesty," Roana said.

"Don't call me that, not here, or anywhere, ever again, you hear me?" She replied.

"Yes Gloria, I hear you."

The waiter walked up to where the two ladies stood, "What may I get for you ladies?" He asked.

He looked at them both and stared at Gloria's face for a while, "Hey, aren't you-"

He was cut off by Roana's order, "Two glasses of non alcoholic wine for me and my," she glanced at Gloria before making up her mind on what to say next, "Wife."