“Who would visit me, anyway?”, Aria asks the two servants curiously while walking back to the castle. The three are holding baskets of roses- blue, pink, white, purple, and red. Behind them are the hell soldiers that are ordered to give an eye to the soon to be queen of Neitheria.
“It must be one of the Darken races who wants to give you their blessings!”, Annie told her confidently. Aria frown her forehead taking second thoughts on what Annie said. She is somewhat afraid of the possibility of the chasers who have been after her life since she escape the black hole, the place with no ends in her mind.“Probably... let’s just put it that way, I guess?” Aria makes herself believe the safest option. It can’t be possible that those chasers can track her this easily. She looks at the two young mortals beside her playing with each other.“I thought we can enter the West woods this time...” LAria has been longing for love and belongingness ever since she was a child. She wanders and wanders, hoping that someone will accept her despite her appearance and curse. When King Conri said that he wanted to marry her and become his wife, a part of heart flatters in the calmest way. It feels like an old thorn was pulled out of her numb emotions. For the first time, for sixteen years, Aria feels happy.Yet..."ARIA! What did you do?""C-conri...I-I..." Weaken by her fading energy source, Aria tries to stand up and speak to Conri who's carrying the two young mortals to his arms in distressed. It is evident in his eyes the disappointment and anger towards the maiden in front of him, struggling to make her stance. But what Conri saw already tells everything. His heart and mind already close its doors to listen to her talks.Conri walks back to the castle quilted. Nevertheless, he still took a glimpse of Aria in his peripheral view. She's crying rivers, mum
"Aw! What was that?" Conri murmurs in pain. He stands up from lying head's down on the floor and sees Aria's wide open mouth staring at him in a blow. Then a moment of silence has envelope the room. Conri is the first to let go of his eyes and walks towards his closet. They seems to have develop some distance after what happened in the West woods.On the other hand, dismay is visible in Aria's eyes and is totally bothered by Conri's cold treatment just a second ago. She gets out of bed, confused, wanting to ask about waking up in Conri's bed rather than the icing grasses of the forest, as well as asks for forgiveness about what she had done.She comes near to Conri's wardrobe looking away at the undressed hunky man inside. "C-" She was cut off..."Get dressed. We have an important visitor today!" Conri walks out of the wardrobe without giving an eye to the silent Aria beside the door. He walks straight to the twin doors with no words and not anything. Nonetheles
It is time for Aria to ready herself for the upcoming wedding.It's been weeks after the incident in the west woods and Conri is still on the dark cold mode. Lucia and Annie are no longer serving her but she is trying to get in touch with them. She always asks the other servants where the two young maidens are transferred yet no one would even answer her.Today is her fitting day. The fairies of the eastern borders have come to the castle to take her measurements. The fairy of Rose is the one making her veil. The fairy of Marygold will be for her upper garments and the fairy dust for the lower garments. The dwarves are also there. Their work is to make the perfect shoes for the new queen of Neitheria."It seems to be so busy today, right Rosie?""I can't wait to see her wear the dress made by our race.""21...30...16...24-""Bring it here! Yeah! That! That one!"The whole castle is in absolute mess. A lot of darkens has al
In the small space of an arid cave-like structure in the basement of the king’s castle, the young maidens are seen covered in bandages. The air is filled with herbs and fresh fragrance of the flower garden. As the blow of the wind enters the window, the other one lying in bed starts to get consciousness and slowly opens her eyes. “Oh, you’re awake. Here, drink your medicine An.” Lucia who has bandage in her arms helps the poor Annie that is covered with bruises and bandage to get up from her bed. She guides her until she manages to finish drinking her herbs. “The wind is so fresh. I hope the queen is good right now.” Annie sadly exclaims as she put the glass to her side table. “I heard the preparations for the wedding is starting. Let’s do our best to get better so that we can see her in her charming wedding dress.” Lucia chuckles and help Annie get back to bed. The two are in the castles heal room to receive treatment. They are severely wounded after
Lucia shouted at the top of her lungs. She can't believe that she lost her own little sister in her presence. The cold night has swallowed her voice and only her sobs are left to hear. She can only sulks herself to the freezing ground, just one step on the exit of the woods."Why? Why? Whyyyy?" She yells and yells, asking the world the reason. She knows the culprit and she knows she can't do anything to them because they're more powerful than anyone else."What happened?""Lord Fab-bien?""Lucia, what are you doing here? Where's Annie? I heard a voice from the castle's gate." Fabien helps Lucia stand on her feet carefully. He notices the uneasiness of the young maiden and the odd feeling he has been sensing since he arrived at the area. "Tell me, is there something wrong going on?""L-lord Fabien...help me!" Lucia's voice cracks into tears. She feels like her world has suddenly falls apart after witnessing that tragedy. Her knees are shaking to the
It is the third day of the preparations and Aria is currently in her small round table beside the balcony's rails, folding the last letter of invitation for the grand wedding. She pulled a red rose mark on the envelope's edge and picks up all the handmade letters she made with flower petals as decorations. She adds blue ribbons in each and puts them in a basket. She let her tired eyes explore the green forest in front of the balcony and let go of a big sigh. Her graze to the soft and glossy thin papers brought shivers of excitement and at the same time, anguish. While procrastinating, a soulful image of her late mother suddenly flashes in her mind when she remembers the dress she have seen in the tailor store. "Uh-ahh, I guess I'll go back there to clear my uneasy thoughts!" She stands up and grabs the basket of letters back to the room. She glides to her closet to choose a dress to wear. She slip a glimpse of the beautiful dresses and decides to pick the vir
"Uhh, I guess I was late, huh!" he settles in the branch he was standing and folds his arms crossed close to his body. He intently stares at the beautiful maiden happily glaring at the moon with her dress hugged into her arms. "Well, at least you're happy..." He satisfies himself and full his eyes with the enchanting scenery. He turns his eyes to the crumbled box and sigh, "She's so pure and beautiful. But she can't be mine..." he mutters in a sad tone. He looks again at the balcony where Aria is but she's no longer there. He shrugs his shoulders and just glimpse with the smiling moon being concealed vividly by the dancing leaves of the small twigs from above. Marqus is always watching Aria from a far; to the balcony, to the flower garden, to the outside, and even follows her whenever she wanders to the woods. Apparently, it was a love at first touch. When Aria took care of his clot when Conri accidentally slap him with a plate. For him, it is the first
W-what is this place?" the dark place echoes an adenoidal, breathy, disembodied tiny voice from afar. Splashes of waters are heard as the black bats chirps hanging above the walls."I-it's so dark.""Aw, thank you. Y-you have such an amazing ability."The echoed sound of the disembodied voices are coming nearer and louder. The loud splashes of waters has stopped as if someone has been walking in the waters awhile ago. The ray of a torching light that traverse the rough path created by tap roots is getting bigger and lighter."We're under the old tree, isn't it Lord Fabien?""Yeah, it seems that way, looking at this big arm roots and the structure of the walls above." Fabien moves the waning torch to the surroundings."I feel like we've been wandering here for ages already. Are y-you sure that my little sister is here?" Lucia says in a brittle tone. She is terribly shaking in cold behind the werewolf hell general. They are walking step by ste