Wanderess

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

His eyes were not happy. They were not angry, but not happy.

They were somewhere in between. The King was contemplating how to address the situation.

The Princess of Light stood, poised in her glowing dress, staring down anyone who dared glance at her in anything but respect. Respect for her, respect for her position – she was after all, above everyone in this room bar her father in rank- and respect for her mother.

The King finally seemed to find his footing, daring ask, "Where did you find that dress Dear? I wasn't aware that anything of that sort of attire is sold here in Solas at all." The King of Angels looked about ready to combust, fuming with something Fayre couldn't quite put her finger on.

She bowed, low. As a sign of respect to her father. The King. "You mean of colour father? Attire of colour? It was mother's. She had clothing imported from all over Paradisum, of all colours, textures and patterns. She wished to bring colour into this place, and I am respecting that. I am bringing her with me on this journey." The Princess held her head high, waiting for the blow. Waiting for her father to erupt, to shout, scream, break something.

Only, it never came.

She saw tears in her Father's eyes and in the eyes of every member of the court in the room. There was the respect her presence demanded in their eyes.

The King merely nodded, swallowing harshly and said quietly, "She would be proud. Do not dishonour her memory. Keep it alive Princess."

The slight dip of her chin was all she offered in way of a nod to the King. She would do no such thing as to dishonour her mother. Her Mother, Rosa, was Light itself and she would hone that Light and use it to make her mother's ambitions a reality.

"Now, shall we begin, Your Majesty?"

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Her introduction to the Court was formal by any means, she has known these men and women since birth, but now; now they answered to her, not her father. The King was still the reigning Monarch, but the decisions of the Court would slowly be passed onto her, this would become her Court, hers to command and hers to rule. Part of her Ascension training was learning how to command the Court; hence her father gave her the orders, and she recited them to the Court. And eventually it would be her to give the commands of her own intellect, only looking to the King for approval if needed.

She 'met' and learned what each person's role in the Court was. Lady Alexandra was in charge of foreign affairs. Captain William was in control of the Guard and Armed Forces and so on and so forth. Her father's Court was diverse, of all ages, colouring and genders. There was no exclusion, everyone was to be represented and show their talents, their strengths and weaknesses.

This.

This was why her father had reigned so long, so loved and so feared, yet so respected.

He was the embodiment of goodness. And paired with her mother's will and raw power of hope and vision, they would have been a force to be reckoned with.

Now it was time for her Father to tell her the tales of the Kingdom. For the secrets to be unleashed so she could one day pass them down to her Heirs, or even somehow, fix the age-old issues.

They walked towards the garden. Her mother's spot. Her spot now she supposed.

"I am very proud of you Fayre. You will make a spectacular Queen when you Ascend."

The words meant more to her than she could describe to the King, so she merely settled on, "It's all for her."

He knew who she meant.