The Nameless Queen

The caslte's guest

So I'm back people sorry for the wait. I'm thinking that this stories is going to be about 15-20 chapters long. Maybe More who knows. And if I'm feeling inspired I might write a second book. Unlikely but who knows. Anyway I hope you like it and read because you enjoy it, not because you are related to me (mum).

Anyway back to the book 📚

Ximena🧝🏾‍♀️

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Chapter 5

The murmuring parade of nuns entered the final stretch. The crowd parted for the hooded nuns, who walked past muttering prayers and God giving nothingness for the princess of Achlin who had come here for a holiday. Nobody noticed another face hiding nun who joined the end of the procession.

The robe only revealed my eyes making the job of someone trying to distinguish me very hard. I followed the other nuns' example and tried not to flinch when people grasped out to touch me for good luck. I felt like yelling at them, they had just touched the single most cursed being on the planet.

As the ceremony trundled into the courtyard of the castle, I slipped away unnoticed by bored guards. I slipped through the shadows, flinging away the religious disguise. My steps echoed around the wind eaten halls, faltered only by the sound of the now singing nuns.

I followed the dim hallway to the middle of the castle, only to be flooded by an ecstatic tsunami of squealing girls. The force of a hundred heels slammed hit, almost tipping me over. Their squeals of delight split my ears, while their lavender scented hair whipped me in the face. I couldn't believe that these hysterical, heel stomping, refined maniacs where the ones to be chosen to represent this court and step in ladies of waiting for the princess Lerorin the sole heir to the throne of Achlin. I was even more devastated that I was going to have to be one of them.

While quickly stepping out of the way of these girls, I finished stripping off my godly outfit that revealed the shimmering, backless, lace covered black gown. This dress wasn't the most blendable chose, but it was certainly eye-catching, which would serve its purpose.

Easing from the shadows I forced an overly enthusiastic smile on my face before running and flinging my arm around an unknown girls shoulder. The shock on her fragile face only lasted a second before she fully absorbed me into her conversation with her friends. Some of her other friends shot me a glance of disdain, obviously aimed at my dress. It was then that I realized that for these girls this was a chance of a lifetime. If they took the interested of the princess then she could be invited to move to the Achlin court and marry rich. For these girls, it was a life or death game. Their family honor was on the line.

The spectacle of ladies fussed and flaunted until they reached the door to the throne room. An unspoken commandment whenever the crowd as they waited for the doors to the throne and their future to open. But for me, I waited for the doors to open offering money and fake romance. Not nearly as boring.

"Now introducing the ladies of the Orman court," the announcer bellowed. And on cue, the throne room doors swung open. Open to the glittering court of Achlin. To the home of my target. And the home of the to-be dead princess of Orman. The court murmured as we entered and I smiled they had just let the Princess Jonquil's assassin into their court. Heck, they basically held open the door for me.