Entering the dining hall, I find the room empty except for a few maids cleaning. How odd. I thought there would have been people here by now. Maybe I missed breakfast? I did not stay out that long, though...did I? Turning around, I head back to my room. When I reach my chambers. I throw the door open and jump onto my bed, burying my face in the soft silky pillows. I am so bored. I normally have a lot occupying my time, whether it be training, reading a good book, or even taking care of Loki. But now I have hardly anything to do and it feels strange to me. I never thought I would miss my brother as much as I do. Even though Loki can be annoying, I actually miss the little guy. I can almost see him now, running into my room, trying to get me to play, jumping, and prancing around trying so hard to get my attention. I smile at the thought. I know it has only been a day since I have seen him, but he is one of the things that brings me joy. I do not find myself missin
Since I have nothing better to fill my time, I begin to explore the castle in hope of finding anything that might be of interest. I could just ask someone to show me around, but really who do I have to ask? Walking through the halls, I take in the beauty of this place. While it may be much too extravagant for my taste, there is no denying how gorgeous it is here. The walls are all painted a pearl color. They are covered in different kinds of artwork ranging from portraits all the way to landscape. The portraits look to be of past kings and queens, each radiating power, and elegance. There are even some abstract paintings swirling with different shapes and colors, attracting the attention of any onlooker. The marble flooring is covered with thick red rugs, rimmed with gold. Above me hang golden chandeliers dripping with crystals. In some areas there are large stone statues of people and animals lining the castle walls. It is bizarre just how lifelike they are. If not for
The queen scowls, her blonde ringlets tumbling off her shoulders. She lifts her head as she pinches her nose in disgust. "What in God's name have you been doing child? You smell like a barnyard!” she barks. I take a step towards her and watch in delight as she recoils from me. "This might be hard for you to understand, considering you are a queen who is sloven by nature, but I was helping your knights learn how to better their swordsmanship,” I inform her. "I do not care how you got the way you are, go and bathe. Lunch will be served soon, and if you are not clean, you will not eat. Your presence is already a nuisance. Do not make it more so,” she commands. I roll my eyes scowling at her. Placing a hand on her shoulder I shove her aside, watching as she stumbles. "Well then, if you will excuse me, I am going to bathe. You might want to consider it yourself, that perfume is putrid,” I remark. I briskly walk away, leaving the queen to stand
Walking through the halls I easily find Gwen's chambers. I do not spend too much time in front of the door before I slam it open with a bang. At first, I am taken aback by the strong jasmine and cherry blossom perfume wafting in the room. I cover my nose, cringing at the smell. Looking into the room, I see a small dark-haired girl jump with fright, making a squeaking noise. She sounds just like a little mouse. "Calm down, little mouse, I am not here to hurt you,” I tease. When the girl turns around, I am met with two scared green eyes, wide as saucers. Looking deep into her eyes, I see more than fear, there is something else there. Something dark, that I just cannot quite put my finger on. "W-Who are you? What could you possibly be doing barging into my room?" She quakes. Her words come out meek and defenseless, but there is fire burning in her eyes. She is not as weak as she is making herself out to be. So
My heart starts racing as I think back to the day Fafnir died. *** I sit on the edge of the mountain eagerly waiting for my brother. Today, we are flying out to the human capital city of Mimmgar to negotiate the terms of our peace treaty with the king. Although my father is against it, my brother is insistent upon ongoing. My father affirms that we should not meddle in the affairs of lesser beings. I trust my brother's judgment, though, and I am willing to accompany him. I feel a hand ruffle my hair. "Hey Ellie, you ready to go?" Fafnir asks. I stand looking into his violet eyes as a bright smile plays across my face. "Of course, I have looked forward to this for a long time,” I tell him. He smiles at me shaking his head, his long, dark blue hair swaying with it. He turns a
"Eleonora are you all right?" Gregory asks rubbing my back and wiping my tears. Gregory touch startles me back to reality, “Y-Yes I am alright,” I rush out. What am I even saying I have not been alright for a long time. But I do not know if I have the courage to tell him. "Are you sure my dear, you spaced out for quite some time,” Gregory asks worriedly. "Yes, I am fine, what were we talking about?" I assure him. Gregory’s large hand cups my shoulder as he replies, "I was asking about your brother. But if you do not wish to tell me I understand." A few more tears slip from my eyes but I am quick to wipe them away, "My brother was killed eight summers ago,” I tell him. His eyes cast down hanging low with sorrow. "I am sorry to hear that. losing family members is difficult,” he r
After dinner, me and Gregory, talk about simple things as we play chess. I tell him of my childhood, and what it is like growing up in the horde. I tell him of the very first time I held a sword. I was four years old, and the sword was twice my size and made completely out of iron. I could not even lift it off the ground. My father had me stay in the training hall all day until I could finally lift it. When I did, I was so happy I smiled until my face hurt. I thought nothing could ruin this moment of joy, even when my father did not acknowledge my progress. No matter how hard I worked my father never noticed so eventually I just stopped trying to impress him. I have only come this far by working solely for myself. I enjoy Gregory’s company very much he makes me feel comfortable. I cannot help but think about what it would have been like if he was my father. I know it is impossible, but I cannot help but wonder. Could I have felt
As I walk through the halls toward Gregory's study the feeling of being watched washes over me and my skin begins to crawl. I stop in my tracks and listen for a moment. But with so many maids bustling about it is hard to find who could be the one watching me. If they are still following me then it is likely they do not know everything we are planning. With that in mind I continue to the study. I knock on the door, hearing a muffled come in, I shove the door open and stride into the room. Looking around the study I see Gregory positioned at his desk his white hair hanging around his head like a veil. He is looking at an old torn leather-bound book, he glances up at me in acknowledgment. He seems to be dressed quite casually wearing a black drawstring shirt and light blue vest. This is a contrast to his usual elegant and vibrantly colored robes. "Where did you run off to this morning Nora? We missed you at breakfast,” he asks. <