April. My third and my last month, because the Revolution happens the next time the moon begins a new cycle with a new tale to tell.
April. I can remember my History professor say that it came from the word Aprilis which means to open. I thought it only indicated the opening of spring and the end of the cold seasons.
But in my case, April was opening something else.
It was opening the closed secrets that everybody tried to lock up.
Here I was, hiding in a caved hole of the stone wall that was covered by the door-sized bookshelf so it wouldn't arouse suspicion. Prince Nathaniel James looked over my direction earlier, which made me panic a little, but he was merely admiring the antique novels. So far, things were going smoothly.
Flashback to two days ago, Prince Eugene had introduced the secret room to me before he did to the rest. And that was, to my understanding, because it was a part of his scheme. He wanted to enlighten me first and showed me where I had to hide myself once the princes arrive.
Then this morning, like we agreed upon, both of us headed back to the secluded Royal Gardens and under the music fountain, preparing to execute the operation.
Stay here until I tell you to come out. He instructed me just a while ago. I will go get my brothers. Do not make any sound.
Now he has successfully gathered everyone.
At this stage of the operation, the seven princes were already seated on their chairs arranged by birth order. Prince Eugene Brancen sat on the furniture that appeared to have 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖔 written on it. I heard from one history lesson that they use a branding iron-a heated metal shape pressed against an object or livestock with the intention of leaving an identifying mark. I had goosebumps.
Wow, I get that the wealthy in this century were fancy, but they were super fancy. Like, a whole new level of fancy. Modern rich kids could never.
Prince Agustus Dane, as the second-born, sat beside him, somehow avoiding his eyes. The seat he occupied was branded 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖔. I squinted at the oddly designed letters. Fortunately, I've been here long enough to read the ancient texts. Although the initial looked like a G, it was an S.
Secondo. I mentally stated.
Prince Jacob Erhart was seated on 𝕿𝖊𝖗𝖟𝖔 which read Terzo. Then Prince Nathaniel James came after, muttering why it had to be ordinal with 𝕼𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖔 marked on his chair. He seemed uncomfortable being in-between the two scary First Fields. Prince Tayden Pharrell, who sat on 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔, wasn't looking so well either, for beside him was his twin, Prince Vante Osburne, on the chair branded 𝕾𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖔. I could tell that they were still awkward. Ten years aren't easily forgotten just as how sins aren't easily forgiven.
Since their formation was of a circle, the youngest, Prince Jacque Darryl with 𝕾𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖔 written on his furniture, was at the end of the loop and sat next to the eldest.
I carefully peered through a gap of the books that were placed on the shelf horizontally so they wouldn't fall off. The size of the space was enough for me to see the royals clearly. Prince Eugene's chair was closest to where I was since the bookshelf was right behind him. Thus, I could perfectly watch his brothers without much of a hassle.
A few minutes had passed, yet the room was awfully quiet. It was hard to move around when their ears weren't focused on a certain sound, making them sensitive to any random noise.
Thankfully, the Heir broke the silence.
"Everyone," he instigated, motioning to what I imagine was putting his hands together, "what is a Round Table for?"
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