My FAIR Lady |FAIRVERSE Book ~ 1|✓

Chapter ♦ 6

Zylith.

There was a haunting silence after I spilled my fart words of anger, and suddenly the King retorted with an astonished "What!"

However, Lord Gilbert beat him to the curb and rose into a brash retaliation, "Goodness lady, how could you act so vulgar and unsightly in front of His Majesty. And....And...to even suggest such obscene behavior of His Majesty is an insult to not only His Majesty but also to the Royal family. You could be put on trial for such insolence."

"Oh My! I'm so sorry Lord Gilbert, I didn't know His Majesty doesn't fart. See? I was right about the shitty ideas." My smile was one of my most dazzled ones and poor Lord Gilbert turned a different shade of white. Sigh! Honestly, sometimes even I am surprised by what comes out of my mouth.

"Pfft!" I heard a low snicker and I glanced around the room to find the said perpetrator, which surprisingly turned out to be Lord Brat Mummy. Aha!! I knew he had an insight for my sense of humor. But sadly so, the king shut him up with a deadly glower and cleared his throat. (Just a while ago he was laughing out like a hyena at his brother's disposition, and now when it was his brother's turn to laugh at him, he was all stern and glares)

"...(Ahem)...Let us stop this ridiculousness and be done with business." He said, "Lady Elizabeth, you shall retire to your chambers now, Lord Gilbert should show you the way and he will inform you of all that is to know about the royal wedding ceremony that is to be held tomorrow. And of the duties that you shall oversee as a Consort. As for Lexter..." He eyed his brother pointedly "you shall come with me now. We have many matters to attend to." And with the final word from the true King, all of us were dismissed.

Now don't get me wrong, I had nothing against Lord Gilbert. In fact, I thought him to be the most humble person since I arrived at this palace; but how do you not get irritated when someone is treating you like you're a cave man (I mean cave woman), granted I did act like one, but that's no excuse to treat me like one. I won't condone this.

"Lady Elizabeth, the Royal wedding ceremony of Reveldron is one of the most rejoiced and prestigious event to ever occur. Now, I understand that you...err...come from not a very noble background, but that's no reason to act barbaric. I'm not asking you to be a perfect aristocrat, just don't ....uh...open your mouth in the wedding tomorrow other than the times where you have to say 'I do'." See what I mean? Lord Gilbert was totally eyeing me like a retard. I'm not! I'm just a little smart ass, maybe a little stout, but here is my mouth; So, when I get worked up I brawl.

I stared at Lord Gilbert with my cutest goo-goo eyes and mumbled looking desperate, "My lord! Trust me, I have a good heart. But this mouth....."

Poor Lord Gilbert was rendered speechless for he knew not how to respond to such a sassy Me!(Feeling pretty proud of myself right now)

After a while of suffocating silence, we finally reached my room, which by the way looked like Paris Hilton's glittery wardrobe. Not kidding. The room was literally adorned with jewels.

The high-class ormolu furniture had rubies embedded in them while the king-sized canopy silk bed had emeralds installed on its posts. I was afraid to sit anywhere in case I wrinkled the fabric or stain it with something I don't even know was on my pants, sorry dress. The couch was cream colored but inlaid with a fine silk; leaves embroidered so delicately that they might have landed there in spring and just sunk in, but I knew they took hundreds of hours to sew. The white curtains were linen, the kind of white that was untouched by hands and devoid of dust. The floor was a high polished wood, dark and free of either dust or clutter. The room almost looked sterilized. What the hell was this!!!