The Blood Of The Rainbow

.:Chapter 3:.

I silently cheered as I finished the last detail on the dress I had been working on all week. The dress had an exquisite blue and silver corset with metallic flowers accentuating the neck line. Some of my finest work, I must say.

I heard the bell hanging above the door ring, indicating someone had come in.

"Ah! Alexander! I have finished all the requests on your suit. Violet! Grab the pin for him!" My dad called. I fumbled about the room searching for the pin. I spotted it under the table and quickly crawled under it.

"Um, Violet?" I jumped, making my head smack the table.

"Oh! Prince Alexander. One second, I'm just grabbing your pin." I heard him chuckle before leaving. I groaned deeply, not wanting to deal with this royal today. I walked out of the room with my head held high. Looking like a snob.

"Finally, Violet. What took so long? Alexander has places to be," my father scolded gently. I bowed in apology.

"Apologies, your highness." I gently handed to pin to my father, who wrapped it in a delicate white silk.

"No need to apologize, fair maiden," Alex said. I blushed at the formality of his compliment.

My father walked out with three boxes in hand, each labeled in beautiful cursive. 

Judas, Alexander, and lastly Arian. Ah, yes. The third and youngest prince. He was often traveling to do foreign businesses for his family. When he turned sixteen he left to Meloran and then Durklo and so on and so on, rarely returning except for extremely special occasions.

"Violet? Can you please carry these out to the prince's carriage?" I nodded, grabbing the boxes from my father. Alexander followed close behind me as I exited the shop. The door the the carriage was opened by the driver. I put the boxes on the seat, making sure they don't fall. I turned around and was face to face with broad shoulders.

An envelope grazed the inside of my hand, prompting me to grab it. He stepped out of the way looking straight ahead, not making eye contact. I walked up to the front of the shop looking down at the envelope my breath got caught in my throat. I turned around, ready to ask questions but he was gone. I looked down at the envelope again.

To the Fair Maiden of the Hawtrey House  

The front read in beautiful cursive with the royal seal. My hands trembled as I opened it.

Dearest Violet Hawtrey,

You are invited by Alexander the Third, Prince of  Comodia, to the Royal Ball of Maidens. A makeup artist will be sent to your home at 4 sharp. You will then be picked up at 7. We do not accept tardiness. You will be joining Alexander as his escort. This will exclude you from dancing with the other royal men at the dance unless given permission by Alexander himself. Please dress in your nicest attire.

Yours truly,

The Kingdom of Comodia

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding before running into the shop.

"Dad! Dad!"

My father ran out, looking around for danger.

"What? Whats wrong?"

I giggled at him. I never giggle. What the fuck?

"I, um. I have to stay here all night. I need to make a dress by 4 tomorrow." My father looked at me puzzled. "I was um... invited to the Royal Ball."

He chuckled at me, though kindly. "Are you sure?"

I sighed handing him the invitation.

"Ah, yes," he said, nodding. My eyes shot up at him, questioning him.