"She may not agree. I can't—"
Her brother, Anton, cut in, "You never put her consideration into this matter when you offered her to the Orions. Now that they need their dept repaid, why are you hesitating?""We just need time… persuade her."Anton scoffed. Mel could imagine him flinging a hand at the air, one of his annoying gestures. "Persuade? I know what you're thinking, old mad! She's passing twenty-two soon. Which man here in the kingdom would be interested in wedding a woman past her prime? Drag this out any further and not only might we incur their wrath, but your daughter would also be unable to find a suitable spouse for the rest of her life!"Mel stepped away from the doors silently, dumbfounded as she tried to process the ongoing conversation. What did all of this mean? She had lived most of her life in the castle and its surroundings. It hadn't dawned on her that there was a certain age girls were supposed to be wed. Was that why all of her friends were with husbands? From the way her brother spoke, was she even a girl anymore? 'No. No. This cannot be true,' she thought.She shook her head and ran away from the hallway, certain her brother and father could hear her departing footprints. She had to find her mother. She always knew what to say and how to comfort her. Surely, she had to know that her father was planning to send her to the Orions? This was news she would have fully accepted in the past but it felt sudden, too sudden."Mother!" Mel burst through the glass double doors and into the manor's greenhouse. Her mother stood wearing transparent gloves as she watched the gardeners tend to her plants."Mel!" the woman exclaimed, surprised as her daughter ran to her and wrapped her arms around her in a tight hold. This wasn't unusual on Mel's part, but the frantic tone of her voice and her tight hold on her mother disturbed the woman."I want to talk to you," Mel spoke, stepping back, but holding her mother by the hand. "Alone," she added. Her mother, Harriett, looked at her daughter, her forehead wrinkled with a puzzling gaze. The lady of the castle then waved away the servants, and they left the mother and daughter alone in the quiet greenhouse."Father and brother speak of sending me to the Orions! Have you heard any of this?!"She grabbed her mother's arms and the woman stiffened in her grasp, her confused look shifting to that of shock."Where did you hear this?" she softly asked, her dark eyes widening as a slow fear crept up to them, dispensing the shock.Mel paused, sensing something strange with her mother's tone. It then dawned on her and her eyes widened. "You knew?!"Harriett straightened. "No—Mel—I didn't know it would be this sudden—Mel!"Mel tore away from her mother and rushed out of the greenhouse, making her way past curious servants and castle staff as she made her way back to her room, where her two chambermaids were waiting, tired from the chase and half expecting her return.They stood at alert at Mel's presence and let out relieved breaths."My lady," one of them spoke up, rushing towards Mel just in case the young woman would run from them again. "You ought to have been dressed for the day!""Mel." Anton burst into the chamber, pausing to see Mel in front of her poster bed and take in the startled state of the chambermaids. He sighed and adjusted the folds of his golden tunic, darting an apologetic glance his sister's way. "Pardon my intrusion.""What do you want?" Mel snapped at him, her hands fisting at her sides. She stood still, waiting for her brother to speak. A slight fear grew within her as she knew just what her brother was here for. Rarely did he just come into her room as he pleased.He frowned slightly and narrowed his eyes. "It was you," he whispered.Mel returned the frown with a suspicious glare of her own. "And what is that supposed to mean?"Anton's features eased and he shook his head, running a hand through his fair hair. "I happened to hear someone running in the passages of our father's hall, but never mind that." He ignored Mel and faced her chambermaids. "Get rid of whatever dressing arrangements you've made for your mistress this morning. She will be wearing something else. Something fit for travel."Mel's heart skipped a beat and her brows knitted into a hardened frown. She marched up to Anton, pointing a finger at his chest. "These are my maids, you cannot tell them what to do!""Mel." Anton looked down at her. "At the end of the day, they all belong to Father. You will have your own when you become the lady of your own house."Mel was about to spit out a retort when three maids rushed into her chambers, casting apologetic gazes at Mel and going deeper into the chamber to run her bath and prepare her clothes from her dressing room. Mel's chamber maidens stood still, mirroring the shock their lady had on her face."I must go," Anton said and turned away."Wait" Mel lashed out and grabbed his sleeve. He stopped and looked back at her, a pained expression on his face. "You can't do this to me," she continued, a hand on her chest. "It's too sudden.""I'm sorry you had to overhear us and learn of it this way, Mel." He squeezed his eyes shut. "We have no choice.""Choice? No choice?" Mel froze. There was something about her brother's demeanour that rooted her to the spot. "Please, at least tell me so I can understand," she whispered.Anton's jaw shifted as he ground his teeth. He cast a quick glance around the chamber.Mel swallowed the lump in her throat and let go of Anton. Taking a step back, she turned around to face the busy servants and she clapped her hands twice, catching their attention. "Excuse us."At her words, the maid stopped what they were doing and scrambled out of the chamber, shutting the heavy doors behind them and leaving the two siblings alone.Mel crossed her arms across her chest and shifted on her feet, eyeing Anton in expectation. "Go on." She nudged her shoulder in his direction. "Speak!""We received a missive from the North, the Orions." He watched her, monitoring her pensive mood closely. "When, Anton, when?" Mel pressed, digging her nails through the sleeves of her light dress into the flesh of her arms. Anton's
"You all must not like me much for me to be hearing of this just now."Harriett started, nearly jumping out of her own skin. "No. No. That isn't true. I… I didn't want you to worry—""Well done, you've achieved what you wanted. Now I'm set to leave, unprepared for what I'm to expect. You must be happy now.""Mel—""Just leave. I don't want to talk to anyone." Mel turned away, giving her mother the cold shoulder.Harriett remained standing still, devastated. Her lips quivered once more and she covered her lips with a thin hand. "I understand."Mel watched her mother leave the room and her heart sank. She remained sitting in a daze, staring off into space as more servants came in scuttling about and running in and out of her dressing room with folds of fabrics in hand as they packed her things and set out the garments she was to wear."My lady," Anna, the older of her two chambermaids whispered at Mel's ear, snapping the young woman out of her reverie.Mel looked around the mess that wa
The Sprite kingdom was the only nation in the whole realm with people born without a connection to spirit animals. They were more in tune with nature itself rather than the beasts of nature. Their lands were the most fertile out of all lands in the realm and the Sprite kingdom was not just the largest nation, it was among the most powerful. They were very good gardeners, and a variety of plantations grew bountifully on their lands.Just like other nations, there were several regions or clans within, which were headed by a clan leader each. The only thing that other nations had was their ability to use attributes belonging to powerful creatures. These were their spirit connections. The strongest clans with the tightest spirit connection were able to transform into their creatures, partially or fully. This, however, didn't stop Sprite from being one of the reigning nations, as they had control over plant life, and this was something the strongest Sprite clans could manipulate at their f
Eustace had apparently turned out to be Mel's mother-in-law and this panicked her to some extent. But the old woman's good graces, soft countenance, and charisma set Mel and her whole family at ease. Although her brother, Enmel, was somewhat aloof, he didn't have much of a presence. The castle received the guests from Orion with morbid curiosity. While Eustace and Enmel were tall and slender-figured, some of the Orions that came to rest in the castle were huge.This left Mel questioning what her husband would look like, but she was too shy to ask the old woman, and Eustace didn't say much about her son. The reason they had taken such a long time to get in contact with Urn in regards to the union was that they had encountered a few inconveniences on their end. That aside from the fact that some of their men had to go deep into the woods to hunt for rare creatures and materials that only appeared during a certain time frame within the span of every few decades.Eustace apologized for t
Mel groggily woke up, her head slightly aching. She shifted on the cushioned surface and slowly opened her heavy eyes.She surveyed her surroundings and realised she had been covered with a blanket while sleeping. Her head was apparently resting on Anna's lap too. She looked up at the sleeping face of her servant and immediately sat up, worried the woman's laps would be sore by now. Anna kept on sleeping, and Mel surveyed the room once more. Eustace was nowhere to be seen and Mel properly sat up, leaning back against the divan. She took off the blanket and wrapped it around Anna.Mel's throat itched and her mouth felt dry. She made her way to the door, about to open it and ask for water when it vibrated with a soft knock and was pushed open."Oh." She stepped back with a start as Enmel stood before her.Her future uncle-in-law regarded her with his usual stoic expression. He closed his eyes and gave Mel a short nod. "My apologies for barging in," he said, his voice low and deep. The
For a swift moment, Eustace was dazed, taken aback by the question. Mel couldn't fail to notice it and she paled, wondering if she had offended the woman.Eustace immediately shook her head, an odd expression Mel couldn't place on her features. Whether it was pity, relief, or surprise, the young woman couldn't tell."I don't know if I should be pleased or relieved about the fact that you do not know the answer to that question," Eustace eventually said. Mel relaxed a bit, but still puzzled, she asked, "What do you mean?" "Mel. I am afraid I am not in a position to answer that. Even if I did, I am not certain I would still tell you." She took Mel's hand in her slightly wrinkled one and gave her a soft, gentle squeeze. "It is not a mental burden you should carry. Just know that we won't blame you for the sins of your father."Mel watched Eustace's hand. "But I am… I could have married someone else…" Eustace sighed and averted her gaze. "It saddens me but you're right. My brother and
The sky had been cloudy the morning they set for Orion, the late afternoon they arrived, and the early evening she set foot on the wide streets of the Grime clan. This led to Mel wondering if the sun ever rose in this part of Orion.Mel was faced with a large domed concrete structure and she faltered behind Eustace. Anna was standing at the closed entrance of the building and her mood visibly brightened when she caught sight of Mel.Other servants moved around, carrying whatever luggage from the caravan into the building. From the corner of her eyes, Mel could catch sight of the peeping masses through the surrounding homes, along with passers-by bold enough to linger out in the streets and stare at Mel with rapt attention and excitement.Mel blushed, not used to all the attention at a go. Anna hugged Mel to her side and gingerly urged her into the building. Eustace walked in after them and paused almost immediately. From the floor to the walls, to the spiralling staircase leading upst
Mel went to bed early that evening, not just exhausted from the trip, but disrupted by an entirely new feeling. She never saw Bjorn again for the rest of that evening, but she could clearly recall the shivers that ravaged her whole being at the sound of his voice. A light shiver coursed every surface of her skin and she tightened the covers around her. The fur of the bed covers did little to nothing to alleviate the strange sensation. She could remember the silken white strands of his hair, cut short at the nape of his neck. They hadn't seemed that impressive until he had stood before her. The way his eyes studied her made her giddy. The memory of his deep, rich voice enveloped her with a vague warmth. Her heart ached. She had maybe expected her future husband to be fair-looking, but not this… Mel sat upright, unable to sleep from her burning cheeks. What was wrong with her? She had to get a hold of herself! She slapped her hands to her cheeks and winced at the stinging pain in b