Quinn Wason, princess of Luithant, holds in her blood half-witch and a half-royalty. For years witches were forced to be shut about their powers, or else they'll be banned from the kingdom.
Her Father, King of Luithent orders her to conform to a ch...
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Although I already regretted this sentence, the minute I took off with anger from the king's working room.
I noticed that now I'll be living the most depressing life.
'Could I make my brother a bit steadier? But what could be father's instant sickness? Does my mother know about this?'
I turned to the right, towards the stairs. I couldn't risk meeting my brother or the servant girl again.
Lost in thoughts, I didn't notice people staring at me while climbing up the gold red-carpeted stairs. I swing my arms back and forth vigorously. 'Why did I take the throne? He may be my King. I'm in charge of my life. Right?'
My eyes shut, holding back tears. I reached up the stairs as I unknowingly slammed my face into a deep chest. I knew immediately it was Ryder, my Tutor, as his fragrance reached my nostril.
I took a step back, looking up from the hard chest to catch his eyes the colour of an out coming spring. My anger dissipates to an odd calm by looking into his eyes. Even though he's always wearing glasses his eyes kept shining through them. His face was perfectly groomed that made his features show up more. Every second that passed on looking at him made my heart shake and my hands tremble a little. He, on the other side, didn't seem to bother with the distance between us.
He smiled warmly, showing his glistening teeth, making my mind go blank.
"So, you received the invitation?"
I silently stood listening to my pounding heart, unsure of how to respond. 'What was Ryder talking about?Had I received an invitation and not open it?'
"Yes... I received the," I paused, looking at the floor, "... invitation."
Ryder peered at me blankly before restating his question, "Quinn!"
"W-what?"
"You read the festival ball invitation? It's important, there will be a big gathering."
"Yes!" I loudly exclaimed, taking a few steps backwards, shaking my head to either side. "I have received," I said, taking one large step back. "The invitation to the royal festival ball, that Ms Bella gave it to me, umm- before I got to the- the library."
"Quinn!" He declared solemnly, scowling at me, "Read your invitation promptly. It's important."
I stare away from Ryder, focusing on the cries behind me that seemed to get louder, before looking back.
Ryder stood glaring at me and I waved my hands and began shuffling my feet backwards, "I will..." I started before my words got cut off. A crying girl slammed into me as she rushed past us, causing me to lose balance. 'What the hell, a weeping girl was doing here?'
Time stopped for a moment as I felt myself fall backwards. I watched as the girl ran down the stairs, sobbing. Ryder's arms reached around my waist, pulling me forward. I stared at the railing, thinking about how I had almost clambered into it and tumbled down the steps.
"You left this," hollered Alex across loudly, causing many below them to look upwards. I turned to face him as he stood over near the railing, swinging undergarments back and forth.
My face turned red as I realized how I stood against Ryder, his hands still on my hips. I shoved him off, running away from the hall and sprinting down a side passage toward the maid's quarters.
Making my way to my large and clean room, forcing the door shut with a big thud.
"How my brother's supposed to take the throne? While shaming servants in front of everyone?"
I stated, walking next to the big closet before lying down on my bed. I laid there for quite a while, staring at the white ceiling. I started thinking that it was best to stay the whole day in the room, not doing anything after all the embarrassments.
"Oh my god, I made everything worse," I said after turning and crushing my face down on the pillow.
But on that single thought, I jumped up. 'The letter! '. I started scanning around for it, rushing to my wooden desk shuffling and looking under papers and books. Making them falling out of their place.
While searching, movements outside the window caught my attention.
A strange man was waiting impatiently while looking around him and playing with his hands nervously. He was slim, yet well dressed.
I trailed my eyes to the strange badge on his chest; I couldn't identify it from afar. I was focusing to see better when two black horses stopped my attention, groaning behind him before stumping down forcefully on the floor. They were deep dark.
'No wonder he surely isn't from here.'
The desire of taking a closer look took over me as I inhaled a deep breath of air. My curiosity had overruled my mother's desires for me to keep my powers hidden.
I concentrated on all my strength and decided to erase my thoughts away, so I can put all power on making myself invisible to walk through the walls of the castle.
I appeared next to the old man, examining his attire closely with that badge on his chest, a cursive and well-drawn 'H' was on it. I remember it from somewhere, 'From a book!' I thought. 'Damn it, I should have paid more attention to my last lesson.'
I stood there waiting with him until my father appeared with no one by his side. He handed the foreign man, a sealed letter with the insignia of my father's badge.
To the prince of Haten.
"Take this to the prince and tell him that I'm waiting for his visit."
Well, that explains the little badge on the old man's chest. The 'H' was skillfully encrypted on it.
The letter was tightly closed. 'What is my father hiding away this time? Other than his sickness? And who's the prince of Haten? Wait, a prince? And I accepted to take the throne! Well, it's too obvious.' I hold down my anger, so the magic won't wear off.
"I'll make sure to tell him, your highness." The old man said kneeling to the king.
"Good, good."
My father went away, leaving me staring at the unknown man. His face was craggy, but not in that overworn way, the way that tells of life too hard. He had smoked grey hair. His eyes were blood-flecked showing that he is very old. He had a goatee that suited him. His face was timeworn and wrinkled. Comfortably, he seemed to be handsome back then. He sighed and went to his coach, and drove away from the well-kept garden. I stood there for a split of seconds trying to figure this out.
"QUINN!"
I whirled around. The queen stood before me. 'How could she see me?' I wondered before realizing, 'She is a witch, as well.'
I forced a smile "Yes, Mama." I said while staying invisible.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM. NOW!"
"Ugh. What a good day!" I spoke, using powers to get back to my room.
