Kylian
It's been a couple days since I've last seen her. The king requested that me and my father take three days off since there will a lot of procedures and patrol once Sloane becomes Queen.
To be Queen...
There is less worry on the King's part about any corruption that will go on during the ball and her coronation. He does not want her excessively worrying about on the kingdom and its affairs just yet but knowing how determine she can be that might become a hard task to do even for herself.
Remembering the earlier years of our story in which I almost prayed for it to become complete. I don't know what I meant by that, truly. That is something I am still questioning.
I stood by these large white doors with gold accents on them that led to the ball room and watched the servant's set all the decorations. I had to go to many rooms to make sure nothing was out the 'ordinary' if you could call our world that. I began to wonder the halls admiring the craftmanship of the builders before my time.
Something caused me to stop. A broken vase on the marble floor with the flowers scattered around. With a closer look, there were small dirty footprints that led to a cabinet that was outside of the library. A few giggles were placed back and forth only to shushed once my ear touched the wooden exterior. The feeling of the cooled wood was slightly refreshing compared to the heat I have experienced today.
"Who is hiding? I wonder if the gnomes have escaped from the boxes, but I have feeling that they are..." I trailed off before open the cherry oak doors finding two little kids that seemed to belong to one of the servants based off their attire. "I found you; you guys are not gnomes! "I act shock to play along with their little game. A boy missing his two front teeth smile while giggling with the girl, whose tail swung. "I'm Garret, an Elf" the boy announced himself stepping out of the cabinet which meant for the girl to do the same "I'm Chelsi, and Garret" she smiled softly. Her eyes were black as night yet all of it was contained in two domes which led a relation to an insect. A woman stood down the hall we were in with both hands on her hips.
She looks mad.
I step backwards a few paces placing both hands behind my back "Are they yours?" I asked obvious question but there is a possibility of being wrong. The pinned-up hair doe complimented her sternness perfectly; she straightens up her chest calling the children's names "Garret and Chelsi! Get your little bottoms from out of that closet, now! I am very sorry about their behavior. It will not happen again. I will have someone clean that up" she finishes with an apology. It felt like I was getting in trouble with them. I glanced over at them again titling my head to go. They walk over slowly getting taken down the other set of halls. All you could hear was her fussing at them which made me chuckle.
I walk over to the broken vase picking up one of the flowers. The thought of those two made me think of us when we were that young.
We ran down the hallway where the music room is located. I tapped Sloane making her it, which led her to chase me but, in that motion, she knocked over the vase with flowers in. "Oh no, Daddy is going to kill me. What do we do?" she asked looking around. As she was freaking out, I picked up one of the flowers I thought suited her and placed in her bushing curly hair "don't worry, I'll protect you". We heard footsteps and hid in the music room closing the door behind us.
Piano music filled our ears.
The one playing the piano was her pregnant mother. A smile creeped up her face once she saw us and told us to hide behind her. A guard entered the room bowing "sorry to bother your highness but has anyone entered this room?" she asked. Sloane's mother shook her head with a simple reply "No" with that the guard left.
Times like those were fun and less worry some. Life gets more complicated.
It's not the right time but when will it ever be?
I found my post that was by a window. A warm breeze kissed my exposed skin from my armor. How free the clouds can be with the creatures of the sky. To sore without worry nor fear.
It's not fair...
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