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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"What did you think you were doing, young lady?" She demanded with an elevated voice.
I peered at my mother's face. She stood lying her shoulder on the wooden border of my door with her arms crossed.
"Well... didn't you notice how strange that man was?" I ushered at the closed window.
After shutting the door, she walked from it to the windowpane, dusting her coloured cream dress. Her eyes glanced at the garden where the man was standing a few minutes ago.
"Well, he is no stranger, my dear, your father expected him." She shrugged, still peering ahead of her, fidgeting with her thumbs.
"Oh, great!" I added, opening my palms with a tight smile.
She turned around to look at me, shaking her head. "All I learned is, he's a messenger from Haten, but nothing more. It might be because-"
I rested on my bronzed bed and stopped her mid-sentence.
"Did you learn about my father's illness?"
"Illness? What illness, Quinn?"
The queen appeared dumbfounded with that sudden announcement. She promptly sat next to me. Her Hazel eyes were about to get washed with salty tears...
I stared at my mom, speechless. I ran toward my messy desk, searching for a cloth. I lifted a pink one, and the card under it seized my attention. I picked it up, reading the handwritten cursive words.
𝔗𝔬 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔏𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱
I handed the napkin to her as I was still focusing on the card.
"Umm, I don't know... He just coughed a little. It was nothing to fear about."
I fastly opened it to read it.
"Only for princes?" I sought, looking up at her, I then chuckled. "Then why am I even invited?"
She ignored my behaviour and wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"Well, I know something." Mother answered while sitting up straight again.
"What is it?"
"That, my dear," she stated pointing at the crystal card in my palm. "Will start trouble." She added still wiping her tears.
"What's amiss with masquerade balls, what do you find trouble in them?" I asked, confused.
"I sometimes ask myself if you are my daughter." The queen laughed after saying that. Her red nose looked redder, and her eyes more swollen.
I felt a bit of unease to see her like that. At that moment I kept silent, waiting for her to continue.
"You, darling, are getting married soon to be exact." She declared with wide eyes.
