The next morning, Thalia was up early and ready to finally go outside. Ann had kindly informed her that she was free to request the things she needed as per the Prince's order. Whenever she met the prince again, she planned to ask him why she got such special treatment. He must have a reason. So she had conveniently asked Ann to bring some comfortable clothes for her since hers weren't too appropriate over here. So now she was staring at herself in the mirror noticing how well she fit the image of an 18th century woman because of the dress.According to Ann, it was the simplest she could find in the shops. It was a normal dress she'd probably see in a museum in the 21st century. It was an open robe with a petticoat. It had a fitted bodice, narrow sleeves, and double-layered cuffs. The thing Thalia found uncomfortable about the dress wasn't even the bodice. It was the fact that her boobs were almost touching her chin. With how high the dress pushed her boobs up, she could lick the to
"Have dinner with me tonight?'It was strange how sound could send shivers running up and down her spine. How just a simple touch could make all her senses rejoice. Her senses vibrated and pulsed happily at his touch and her toes were wiggling inside her boots from glee at that little touch.Maybe she was touch starved.Thalia was struggling to regulate her breathing, all she could focus on was his hands on her bare skin and how she wanted him to go lower. Or bring his face closer…As soon as he'd caught her from falling, and placed his big hands on her bare back, everything else around them melted away. Everyone else too. She could only focus on his intense gaze and warm palm. His eyes had darkened at that moment and beautifully matched the greenery around them, and she was lost in them. "Have dinner with me," he'd murmured and she so desperately wanted to say yes immediately but her voice was stuck in her throat. She was busy admiring his flawless face which looked even more surrea
They both sat at the table for a while without saying anything, they just stared. This time though she was sitting opposite him on a smaller table in the dining room, which she hadn't spotted before. This smaller table made them sit closer to each other. Prince Aldric had sent out all the servants a few seconds before. As excited as Thalia was to spend time alone with him in the huge dining room, she was also very nervous and it manifested in her tapping her legs, and wringing her palms together. Earlier after she arrived, the workers started to set out the food. There were so many different types of dishes and she wouldn't lie, Prince Aldric wasn't the only reason she was almost salivating. There were even dishes she had never seen before. 'Wow, is this how royals eat?' she thought.The prince had arrived first. That fact had horrified Ann and in turn she rushed to get Thalia ready, muttering something nervously. Thalia was sure she heard something about how you never made a prince
Thalia regarded the enormous glass window in front of her with gloomy eyes, this particular table at The Silver Spoon restaurant was her favorite. The rain was coming down in torrents. The air was cold but not as cold as her heart felt. She watched as the rain removed a stain from the window's glass and prayed she would simply vanish and be carried away by the rain as well.Drumming her fingers continuously on the table in a steady rhythm, she looked down at the ominous object that had arrived at her apartment that morning and changed her whole demeanor.The letter sat on the table in front of her, and she continued to stare at it. Normally she would have lit the letter on fire the instant she got it. They were from her stepfather and they were always heartbreaking and bone-chilling to read. It always had the same vile content, so Thalia stopped reading them a few years ago. Clutching the crystal necklace she was wearing, her body shook. She wasn't crying, it wasn't laughter, she di
Thalia dropped her head on the table, her head swarming with thoughts of disappearing. But where would she go? Moments like this made her feel lonely because she truly didn't have anyone in the whole wide world; friends, relatives or even close acquaintances. No one.Maybe something was wrong with her.Something under the table caught Thalia's eye under the table. She bent and picked it up slowly examining it. It was a black ancient-looking book. How didn't she see it before? She examined it. Its worn leather cover showed the test of time, revealing faint traces of intricate inscriptions that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow. For some Reason Thalia's heartbeat sped up in excitement, she traced the inscriptions on the book with her fingers. They were etched in silver and gold, and it formed a mesmerizing tapestry of arcane symbols. The book felt like it held magic. It made her feel powerful even though she hadn't opened it yet. Thalia felt like she'd found a hidden treasur
Did she even want to stay in 2019?Nothing mattered anyway, right now she would do anything to not be stuck in the same place as her stepfather.Her mortal enemy.He would come after her soon enough, she was wise enough to know that. Thalia didn't want to be so scared of her stepfather but she couldn't help it. He was a truly sick man.Without looking back, Thalia stepped into the portal. For a moment, everything went black, and she felt like she was falling through space. She entered a dream-like condition, and she felt herself slip in and out of consciousness.When she opened her eyes which she had shut tightly out of fear, she saw that she was floating somewhere that felt and looked like it was a realm between life and death. It was beautiful. A silent purple lightning strike designed the place. It was lathered with thick smoke in some areas and it was empty, with no sign of any living things.She tried standing from her awkward floating position and it worked. So she started to w
The servants bowed as Prince Aldric walked into The Great Hall, Darian right behind him as always. Darian was his secretary, confidant, personal assistant, and his friend. Aldric didn't have many people around him. When you're someone in a powerful position as he was, you could be surrounded by thousands and have only one person who truly supports you.Darian was that for him, a reliable shoulder to lean on.He had a stressful day and it was about to end terribly as well. The note Darian passed to him while he was attending to the ministers in the royal court weighed on his mind and they hadn't gotten a chance to talk privately since then which put him on the edge. He was tempted to ask Darian about it immediately but instead, he just walked towards the dining table. It was a conversation they needed to have in secret.The Great Hall was where the Royal family had their dinner and he was eating alone once again. Princess Yara, his beloved younger sister, had traveled once again to vi
Thalia's heartbeat raced, nearly exploding.She held her breath and searched for a good hiding spot as the voice drew closer. She heard another voice, this one was lighter and sounded a bit huskier than the other one. Two people. Two men. She knew how terrible it would look if they were to find her. A strange woman in their bedroom, how would she explain herself? She paused her train of thoughts as she spotted a closet. The closet looked large enough to contain about 20 people, it was practically a room at that point. She slipped into the closet and closed the door slowly just as the other door opened and she heard footsteps and voices. Thalia held her breath and hugged herself tightly staying still in a squatting position. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and trickled down her face. She tried her best to decipher what they were talking about but she could only hear bit and pieces of their conversation and a few words she heard made her panic more.Assassination. Anarchists