The Queen entered the young prince's cozy bedroom. She had noticed that Siv's treehouse now had a glass ceiling that allowed him to see the stars beyond. The young prince was cuddling his pillows when his sister arrived inside. He turned his head to the side and gave her a sleepy smile.
"Do you want me to read you a story?" she asked him while sitting on the mattress and stroking his pale, blonde hair. The young prince shook his head.
"I'm too old for that."
Eurydice chuckled daintily, "You're never old for a story."
Eurydice stared at her little brother and realized how big he had gotten. Ares and Siv were correct about him. She didn't have to protect Erron so crazily like that. But Eurydice was afraid she'd break her promise to th
Desalogia was waiting at the entrance when Eurydice's caravan arrived. They finally reached the end of the gates and hopped down from their stallions, Lumiere and Noir. Ares's eyes caught Desalogia's. The prince was smoking with his servants. A maid from the Palace was behind them, convincing the prince to avoid smoking as the Queen did not like the smell of it, but Desalogia didn't pay attention. When the Queen composed herself and stretched her slender limbs into the air, she sniffed the smoke from Desalogia's cigarette and coughed. Her spiral eyes focused on the prince, who only smirked at her and looked back at the sky, ignoring her. "That rascal," she grumbled and covered her little nose with her palms before rolling her eyes. Icarai, who was beside the Queen, took a deep breath. He didn't really want to talk to the prince."What are you waiting for?" Eurydice's brows ascended for a bit. "Go tell him." Ares stopped Icarai from going. He smiled, "I'll go if you're too nervous.
"T-The Queen!"Morale was boosted just by the presence of Her Radiance. For a second back there, they thought they were doomed, as they were in no way getting the upper hand without an offensive magic unit. Only the Queen was capable of casting such high spells that could cause the retreatment of the enemy. Eurydice was only a mere split second away from having Fontana's Gates destroyed.If that were to happen, the Tiberyans' invasion would surely become a reality.King Tiberyon was careful to not move. He would have Eurydice's claw lodged in his throat if he did. And that would lead him to poisoning. It would be a lame way to die before the eyes of his soldiers. This was King Tiberyon's greatest deployed army yet. And now, it still came to a stop, just as always. He expected this to happen. Eurydice was a tough royal to fight.She was unlike the former king. King Maxmillian was more focused on maintaining peace and trade. But after the
Icarai, Desalogia, and the Queen returned home at midnight. Eurydice was still on her carriage. Her eyes were drooping, as she had lacked sleep and a hearty dinner. She had also used a great amount of magic power at the last minute, which caused her body to be even more fatigued. The navigator in charge of maneuvering the carriage was hesitant to wake the Queen up. The navigator decided to visit the other carriage, where Prince Desalogia was transported. When he peered into his window, the prince was still awake and about to light a cigar. "What?" the cold, stoic male asked him with an irritated look."My prince, could I please trouble you to wake up Her Radiance? She's sleeping, and it is cold outside."Desalogia huffed and rolled his eyes before exiting his carriage. He headed towards the Queen's transport and peeked to find Her Radiance's vulnerable status. Her head rested on the cushion, her lips agape, and her hair was a bushy mess. "Where is her room?""S-Shall I have Icarai
"Hey, have you heard about the King Selection?" So early in the morning, in the crack of dawn- blasted rumors in the village of the commoners. As the merchants and farmers prepared their stalls for their businesses, they could not help but listen to the news widespread from the City of Nobles. Passing from ear to ear, they spoke of the Selection they all feared. "The Queen is mad! If we don't remind her of this lunacy, Fontana will be sure to end up in scraps!" "Watch your mouth!" another said, her eyes dilating. "The Queen's soldiers are around. You do not want to be dragged and beheaded, do you not?" "What's this about the King Selection?" a young, roguish lad asked them as he drops the pile of sacks he had carried from the farm. "Ah, child," the woman beckoned the male and sighed deeply in regret. "The King Selection will be held tomorrow in the Queen's courtyards. We do not recommend to enlist. You are sure not to come out alive. Why do you think is this country's population
"The thief had escaped!" Soldiers were mobilized upon their General's cry after his body was mercilessly slashed into ribbons by a notorious criminal. Thick, fresh blood leaked before his meaty and worn skin whilst his vision continued to fade. The soldiers quickly came to his aid whilst the other soldiers panicked to search for the escapee. "Find him! Don't let him reach the Gates! If the Queen learns about this, she will have our heads!" Panic rose in the dispatched soldiers' chests as the General mentioned their Queen. One would never dream of witnessing the Queen's wretched wrath. Her schemes of punishments and never-ending quench of lunacy could not be compared to other Kings. Everything she says is absolute, and if she is to command them to take their own lives, they will not be able to turn away from her command. For the Queen is cursed with the Wyvern's Cry. Her power is unfathomable, and Her High Radiance, Maximillia Eurydice was feared by other nations. She has conquere
"The commoner has arrived, My Queen," Icarai whispered at her while she was taking bites of her scrumptious breakfast, which consisted of a hearty set of sweetened glazed meat and a healthy turkey soup. "Tell him to come join me," Queen Eurydice said while wiping the stain from her lips. "Has he eaten already?" "I don't suggest inviting him to the dining room," Icarai told her. "He is quite untidy and reeks of sweat and soil. His clothes are also filled with blood." Queen Eurydice played with her fork and jabbed a piece of meat left over from her plate. "I've seen limbs raining in war, Icarai. Why do you think such would disgust me?" "I'll call him over then." The Queen's loyal dogman went back to the courtroom and escorted the seeingly clueless Ares inside. The queen was eating and therefore, did not bother raising her head to look at the commoner. Though Ares intrigues her, the Queen does not care about his appearance and rather, regards him as somewhat 'average' even if she di
Trumpets blared in the air and the cheering of the noble women filled the stadium as the participants of the King Selection entered the ring. On the bleachers, watched some of the villagers and the married couples who wished to witness the becoming of the King of Fontana. Some families of the royal blood, came too, to witness the grand event. The queen's knights entered the stadium, all who wished to marry the radiant and intelligent, Queen Eurydice. They have been training their entire lives to dedicate themselves to fighting alongside the Queen. Every knight of Fontana wishes to stride along the battlefield with the Queen, who was known to never miss a war. And in every battle, there is, as long as the Queen is present and raises her sword, their enemies would tremble at the sound of her name. The Queen was immensely powerful. Not only because she is Queen, but was also known to have the gift of casting arcane and ancient magic. Though she rarely showed her magician side when war
Eurydice walked in the middle of the platform and danced in the air. At first, the people were stunned in delight as she whirled in the air with her black flowing dress. Her blue hair covered her exposed shoulders whilst the sky turned dark. Ares watched in awe as thunder roared in the sky, unpleased. Hooded warlocks appeared in the stadium's circumference each holding a staff of calamity. This was a legendary weapon owned by the Queen, allowing her to manipulate the weather. The warlocks were her clones. Icarai took a deep breath knowing that beneath him death would soon loom. The breathing of the men became unstable and wary. There was an ominous atmospheric aura around them. They closed their eyes muttering: 'Don't worry, this will happen only once and you can forget joining this damned Selection, forever." Ares's grip tightened around the bars as he watched the helpless men scatter like flies, some trying to near the exit- but it was sealed. Icarai figured out to be merciful an