"Where is your mother? The man asked Amilek. The boy looked excited. "Father? Father! Where have you been? He cried, running to where the man was; he hugged him but almost tripped and fell because he hugged thin air. "Father, are you a ghost? Amilek quivered. "How is it that you can see me? The man asked and then started floating away; his legs were not visible, only a long gown that covered him from head to toe. "Wait! Don't leave me here! I want to come with you! The boy screamed. A knock came on the door in Racheal's chamber…. "My lady, Prince Amilek doesn't seem well." Came the voice from behind the door. Racheal was already on her bed pulling the bed sheet over her body, but immediately after she heard what the guard said, she swung one of her legs over the bed, followed by the other. She wore a robe on the plain white gown she was wearing and stepped out, her pace fast as she quickly made her way to Amilek's chamber. "What is wrong? She asked the guard as
"The queen that cares? Jazell shot her dark eyebrows up, her crystal blue eyes filled with dread. "Yes, my lady, Queen Micah had visited the temple; she earned the favor of the people." Jazell scoffed…. "Micah…" Jazell called out the name in a whisper, and it tingled on her tongue. "I was right after all, Ramah and Berth; none of them could enter the Harem. But a girl who put little or no effort found her way into the harem." Jazell said, fondling the silver bracelet on her hand. She was dressed in a violet gown with a silver necklace on her neck and coral pearl earrings dangling at both sides of her ears. There was a golden cup in her hand, filled to the brim with red wine. She was seated at the terrace apartments in her chamber, beside the railings. From up there she could see Racheal practicing her sword fight with the commander of the guards. Jazell sipped from the wine in the golden cup, her blue hawk eyes resting on Rachel for a while before she finally
Josiah, he was called the man of whispers for nothing. Secrets, deep secrets that should remain in the dark—he was capable of digging them up. He had a smallish structure, with short black hair and a broken-shaped nose. His dark eyes were always quick to detect fault in people. He always wore a long gown, belted at the waist. With long sleeves completely covering up his hands. He knew how to peer into the deepest part of people, as if he were able to read theirs. Then there was Drigo; he was a Black man. It was said he escaped a war from his country and fled to Westeros in a fleeting ship of his own enemies. Drigo had bald hair, beady eyeballs, and faintly pink lips. He was a tall, lean man, but in that brain of his was the map of the whole world. Knowledge that shouldn't be underestimated, so fluent in grammar. His only weapon was the use of words to hurt his enemies. That was how Harris, Ragaleon's father, took a liking to him when they met, in a festive season, at t
"Take me to the temple, Tamar." It was a sudden request Micah made after lying in bed doing nothing. She was dressed in a red gown, her sun-kissed skin glowing. Her black curly hair was packed in a bun. But all that beauty was hidden under a white cloak with a hoodie that concealed her face. "Your Grace, you will need some guards to escort you; shall I send for them? Tamar asked as she dropped the folded clothes on a cushion in the chamber. "Arranged a royal carriage, with some baskets of fruits and the leftovers from the kitchen. Quick now, hurry! Micah said as she took off her earrings. She was going to the temple to mourn her fate, the destiny the gods have chosen for her. Two knights and a royal carriage were arranged for Micah; she also insisted that Tamar, her handmaid, should escort her. It was a bumpy ride; the carriage shook as it trotted along the stony path leading to the holy temple. "Sinners! Sinners! The voice of the high priest was heard from a distan
Micah woke up when the curtains in her chamber were slowly opened by some handmaids. "Good morning, my lady." Tamar greeted when she turned around and saw Micah yawning and rubbing her eyes with her lean fingers. "How was your wedding night? The maid asked, and Micah fell into a depth of despair. She gazed at the maid, who thought she must have said something wrong. "I am sorry, my lady, please forgive me…. "He didn't come." Micah simply said, her eyes swollen from crying too much the previous night. Tamar didn't know what to say; she used to be Berth's personal handmaid, and now she was assigned to Micah. "My lady, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. We have to get you dressed and ready." Tamar said, pulling the blanket off Micah. She folded it up and kept it. Micah was led to a steamy bathing tub; she was scrubbed with a soft sponge, her feet and supple skin. After the bath she was dressed up in a silver-colored gown. The gown had long sleeves; the sleeve
Wedding Night "Who said that?! Ragaleon asked again, then straightened up, leaning away from Micah's face. The hall was silent for a brief moment… "Does anyone in this hall challenge the background of my wife? Ragaleon asked, hands crossed behind his back as his eagle gaze swept across the hall. Micah blinked her eyes, trying to hold her tears as she gazed at Ragaleon, who was defending her, but she still hated him. "My Lord, your wife is not of noble birth." A man in the crowd was bold enough to speak up. "Sir Gredon, your mother was also not of noble birth, but here you stand today amongst many as a noble man." Ragaleon said, and the man shrank where he stood. "Your majesty… someone else wanted to talk. "Anyone else that wants to speak will do it at the risk of having their tongue removed." Ragaleon said, and the lady that wanted to speak up closed her mouth. Nobody dared utter a word; Micah marveled at how power can put people in their place. "If there is