Amethyst's Adolphus
After a long and weary tour, Amethyst has not yet grasped the information she was sent to discover. The day has been carried on to slouch and now the castle was flooded with more guests.
Ford Model T's were seen squinting in with slowed motion. All of the guests were neatly customised as if they made a wager to look exceptionally glistening.
Every man's woman wore the Victorian style and ensured to be the subject of the sumptuous night ahead. The urge to find the 'NORE' spell book kicked all the dignity Amethyst had.
"Humans are pathetic beings!"
She laughed to herself whilst seated on a tree next to the big labyrinth, fifteen steps away from the garden. She was idly sipping on a Julep with less enthusiasm. After a brief pause, a black Ford Model T with a colour anomaly to the rest of the cars drove in.
The driver was well-groomed and focused mainly on the details of driving in. On the back was a man who was wearing a black mask and two pairs of leathered gloves. His face was positioned out of sight by a black top hat that covered his left eye while the other was slowly opened.
Soon as he stepped out of the car, cameras ought to flood right into his view. His high quality printed single-breasted suit boasted his victorious appearance.
All the ladies were screaming their eyes out in admiration. Shortly after he had raised his leg forward, his two tones showcased their shine as he walked into the palace.
The world around Amethyst seemed to have shifted and paused for a while after meeting the stranger's grey eyes. They got locked together with her's and did not seem to want to let go. "His shadow. He's yours." —"Mated to him!" Disembodied whispers were heard by both parties.
Promptly after their surroundings went back to normal, Amethyst abruptly ran away with questions climbing her 'upstairs'.
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Feels of glitz and glamour merged to be driven to the edge of the cliff operated by eminent boredom as soon as king Howard emerged with his daughter, Olivia.
A haggard–like a face twisted with agony—totally mismatching the theme of the party, and wearing a twinkling, weary smile that was almost falling off his features.
"Prince Liam is it?" The king's croaky voice enquired with a smile that was dwindling within a second after seeing the less enthusiasm from the gentleman in front of him. Olivia could not help but smile on the inside.
She was suddenly flying high after the brief amount of time that Liam had placed his dim, glowing grey eyes—fixedly on her radiating blue eyes.
"How may I help?"
He aired a question that for some reason made king Howard collapse in shaking giggles. Liam had a demeanour that would make people fear him and sometimes for no obscure reason. A sturdy good-looking gentleman like him had a smile so rarer than a hen's teeth.
His raven, long fringes covered his left eye marking him as the cold type— indeed he was. He invisibly twisted his lips after waiting for quite some time to get his reply from king Howard, who had no other way to explain himself. "Can…...you please have this dance with my daughter?!"
A sudden, befuddling query voiced out the king's lips, causing Liam to raise his right eyebrow with a demeaning smirk. "I can but may not want to!" He gave a brief answer with his eyes that were now dancing around and accidentally fell on Amethyst's shuddering figure. She, who was carrying a tray of goodies, walked out of the palace, with eyes that were full of questions and confusion.
"Mr Fluss we—"
"Please excuse me!"
Liam excused himself and went after Amethyst waiting no less for the utters that king Howard would want to puff. Olivia's face turned pale soon after realising that he was going after Amethyst, a maid that in her head didn't match the likings of Liam.
Agitation overwhelmed every inch of her body inciting her to raise her legs, and skip behind Liam and followed Liam.
As if sensing that an uninvited guest was looming behind her, Amethyst jinked and cancelled her trip to where she had planned to go and hid behind a family of close thicket of shrubs, next to handsomely tall trees. Liam's tall slim yet masculine figure intensified instantly when his eyes made a shaming discovery.
Amethyst, the woman he has been following was nowhere to be seen. Numerous soft-bodied fireflies managed to mesmerizingly shine their light on Liam's face. Divulging his sharp–prominent jaw and the seemingly succulent peached–thick lips.
The emerald eyes that were peeking behind the greens barely fought the strong impel, to turn themselves aside from the devastatingly euphoric scene apparent to only them. After the whole five minutes, he decided to go back to the 'boring' party. As he was sauntering away his shoes stepped on a bottle.
He went down to investigate but immediately smirked to discover that it was a Julep bottle, by only a single sniff. He looked around and could sense that Amethyst was somewhere close but was promptly interrupted by heels throbbing on the sidewalk.
"A story for another day!"
He puffed silently to himself and walked away. "Oh...I did not think that I'd find you here." Olivia squealed, pretending to have not know where Liam was. "Are you okay?" He interrogated to make sure that Olivia in front of him was totally fine, camouflaging his nauseated glance at her.
His nose was soon whacked by an expensive perfume worn by Olivia that made him keep his distance a minute away from her. His eyes slightly turned yellow, reacting to the fisted smell that made him flinch back with confusion.
Sudden whispers pulled Liam back to his world and his skin commenced to itch. Howlers picked up by his ears eventually made his heart race until his eyes sighted the figure of Amethyst behind the greens.
"Lorna?"
His cheeks turned sickly giving Olivia a big fright.
"Liam? Are you okay?" Olivia's mellifluous voice intruded into the muzzy world that had encircled Liam. He sharpened his glance and stormed off without saying a word to Olivia.
•••
"My Mate!"
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