Aurora POV"Aurora." His voice was unmistakable, that deep but soft timbre echoing through the corridor. My first instinct was to keep moving, to escape the sudden tension building in my chest. But, of course, I couldn't. I was just a palace maiden, bound by duty and protocol. So, I turned around, bowing my head in the usual royal courtesy. "Your Highness," my voice sounded shaky to my own ears.I saw his shadow move closer, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. Within seconds, he was standing right in front of me, so close I could smell his scent - a subtle blend of sandalwood and citrus. My heart raced, my mind reeling with conflicting emotions.uuu"Aurora," he said again, his voice softer, more intimate. I bowed my head further, avoiding his gaze. "Please, Aurora, speak to me," he added, his tone suddenly timid."Yes, Your Highness, what would you like me to speak about?" I replied, trying to keep my voice neutral, my head still bowed. His presence was already flooding my
Zao POV"Tradition is tradition. We do not know better than our fathers," Miniter Stan said calmly, stroking his silver beard in a attempt to appear unruffled. The others nodded eagerly, whispering among themselves in agreement. Kibi, however, shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting towards them with a hint of unease.I've seen men like him before - intelligent and innovative, but born with ideas too revolutionary for their time. These conversations are futile, I thought to myself. No matter how much I might desire to challenge their outdated beliefs and wipe the smug looks off their faces, I am bound by my position. As king, I possess veto power only in matters of war, and even then, the council's influence is not to be underestimated.The weight of tradition and the council's resistance to change hung in the air, a palpable force that stifled progress and silenced dissenting voices. I knew that to challenge them would be to risk everything, and yet, a part of me yearned to break fre
Aurora PovIt is finally the day I've been anxiously waiting for. I turn over on my bambom mat, stretching my body to loosen the tightness I feel within my muscles. Ever since I made the decision, I have felt anxiety eating at me from the inside. All I do is think, and after thinking, I think about everything I thought, and it's a never-ending cycle. My whole life is about to change completely, and I do not have the capability to understand exactly how it's going to be.After the death of my mother from an unknown illness that took over her body and left her bedridden for two years, it had been only my father and I. We managed with the little we could, selling trinkets at the town market. One day, my father had the idea to apply for a loan to start up a business as a jewelry seller. Initially, I had no hope for the loan because we are far from being noble. We are simply poor humans living in the kingdom. Yet everything took a surprising turn when he received a letter saying his loan h
Aurora POV"What are you doing?" Madam Iwin is asking me for about the fifth time today. I never could have thought that setting dishes can be this tasking. Why should there be an exact spot on the saucer where the teacup should be kept, and if there is, why isn't it in the middle, which makes more sense? How many kinds of plates must be used in one meal? I have come to the conclusion that nobles and royals have too much time on their hands, which they certainly do because they have no work. They sit around reading, talking, drinking, eating, or organizing balls that last for hours or buying beautiful clothes.Madam Iwin is different from yesterday; yesterday, she seemed like a nice lady, handing me my uniform and giving me a lecture about the history of the palace as she served me fruit juice and mini baked pies. Now she has transformed into a complete authoritarian.I move a silver fork to the front of the rounded white bowl on the tray, and she whips my hand lightly. All I want to
Zao POVThe sunlight that spills into the garden through the stretching, huge trees is almost blinding; the flowers glow vividly in its shine. Birds whistle softly in their usual manner, flying high between trees, and hummingbirds sucking on flower nectar. I walk towards my favorite tree, the royal poinciana, and there is a woman standing underneath, her back turned to me. She is wearing a floor-length dress the same deep orange-red color as the tree. Her long, thick hair sways gently in the breeze. I continue walking towards her, and when I get closer, she turns her face to me, the sunlight casting a glow on her caramel skin. Princess Deze. Another wonderful dream from Father I raise my hands. "I'm already doing it, you can actually stop now" I say to the heavens. Father have been sending fairies to plant dreams about Princess Deze for months now. Stubbornly I held out for months now deceiving myself that I can refuse his will but right now I will do anything to stop having these dr
In spite of my resolve, I smiled to myself in my bed thinking about him; he is without any doubt the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life, and just the thought of him gives me flutters in my belly.***Soka braided my hair in the palace maiden style. She rubbed in shea butter and argan oil all the way to my scalp. Her hold was tight on my scalp, making me wince whenever she combed. "Be still. Don't you want to be pretty?" she asked. The palace is filled with the most gorgeous people I have ever seen in my life. I'm confident enough to know I don't look bad, but being in the palace gives me a sort of insecurity about my looks. Being chosen to be a server to a royal should be one of the greatest compliments to my looks. In our kingdom, beauty is everything to females; mostly, beauty is everything we have. If I wasn't plensant to the eyes Madam Iwin would probably have made me one of the cleaners of the latrines or send me to work on the farms. It is known that the king usua
I watch the palace workers move around my palace in disarray as they prepare for the coming of Princess Deze. They carry different items, from lockers to flower vases and paintings for the princess chambers. Frankly I would have preferred the Princess to stay else where and not in my personal palace. If I had done that, it would have created issues with the nobles about keeping to tradition. Tradition demands that Princess Deze stays with me for at least 40 days before any marriage preparation can begin. During these 40 days I'm supposed to court her and make sure she gets accustomed to the palace and the unique ways of our kingdom. This would all be easier if Princess Deze takes this marriage as politically as I do. Something tells me that she might have romantic ambitions considering she is so young. She is just in her 20th year, at that year all females are obsessed with the idea of first love. A palace worker stubbles into me dropping a plain black flower vase, it falls wit
Zao POV I'm trying to concentrate on what Minister Kibi is telling me while simultaneously pondering the fact that I stole his name. I looked into the eyes of the most alluring woman I have ever met and told her my name is Kibi. Right now, it seems quite amusing to me. I wonder how he would react if he knew.I force myself to concentrate on his words, leaning further towards him.Minister Kibi explains his plan to expand palace positions to everybody, including pensants. He is quite an idealistic young man, but at his prime age, he isn't really.At his age, I was rebellious simply for the sake of rebelling. I wanted nothing that my father wanted for me simply because he wanted it for me. I wanted to create my own part and my own destiny.Looking at him, I feel a sort of connection as he speaks about his plans, hopefully. It is a dangerous goal he has. None of the other nobles will want it. But time changes things, and I'm honestly tired