Asty's response brought a smile to the noble's face. She then remembers the moments of her life. Her family, her dead child, the laughter of the villagers and how she used to collect her favorite flowers. Those memories, rushed into her minds giving her a peace of racing tranquility. Her peaceful expression became the visage of her final moments. She closed her eyes gently and slept forever.
Her hands became lifeless. Asty slowly places it down and gets up, wiping the tears away from her face and pretended a brave expression. She looks over to the bedroom's door as the maid entered and hands her over a golden envelope with the stamp of the King's insignia.
It was an invitation to the Palace's Ball.
"Asty," Noelle called.
Asty smiled, ignoring Noelle's calling. "I will tell you every wonderful thing that I will see in the Palace, Lady Rosellia."
Noelle heaved a sigh as the maids escorted Asty away from Lady Rosellia's cold body. With a heavy look in her eyes, she glanced back as the maids covered her peaceful face with a pristine white cloth.
Though she could not contain her tears, she clutched into the envelope with utmost care and brought it near her heavy chest. “I’ll make it happen.”
"Asthenosthene." a soft, motherly voice comes from behind. An elderly servant of Lady Rosellia called her over from the hallway. She looked through the noble's bedroom and sighed. “She lived a good life.”
"Madame Pickinns."
"Oh no, do not call me like that, just Missus Pickinns would be alright." her eyes darted to the male behind Asty. "Noelle. I did not see you there.”
Somehow, the male cracks a smile. “That was kind of straightforwardly rude.” he thought. The male nods a bit. "Missus Pickinns,"
The woman looked at both of them and drove them into a corner. "I assume both of you knew what Lady Rosellia's last wish was?"
Asty and Noelle nodded. "Yes."
“Rosellia have told me that there is a message she would like the Duke to receive. She had placed it inside the envelope along with the invitation, I assume.”
“Are we going to deliver it this evening?” Noelle asked in a small tone. “I still can’t really process everything, I think I need a time-out.”
“Noelle,” Mrs. Pickinns bellowed. “Please come to the ball with us.”
“I don’t have an outfit.” Noelle stole a glance at Asty. “I don’t think she has any, either.”
Mrs. Pickinns looked over at Asty. She could not tell the expression etched in her face. Whether it was sadness or determination, she did not pry any further.
"Do not worry about that. Get in the office and I will get you measured."
Mrs. Pickinns was Lady Rosellia's personal tailor and maid. And now that Lady Rosellia had passed, Mrs. Pickinns would do the honor of dressing Asty as Rosellia's candidate, to go the Ball.
"I don't think I should, Mrs. Pickinns." Noelle continues to degrade himself.
"Oh no, Noelle. Who will become Asty's escort? Do you wish to embarrass Lady Rosellia's subject?"
"I mean, I am not as charming or beautiful as Asty, I'd be a terrible eyesore for the Nobles. Asty has unusual looks and she would surely fit in the palace. But me, I don’t think my plain face befits dancing along with the Nobles. Bart or Andrew from the pub would be suitable for this."
"Both look rubbish." Mrs. Pickinns insults. "Those drunkards know nothing but women and booze. Their skins are hard as stones and it will probably take days to rinse the filth from their skin."
Noelle looked down. Asty remained silent.
“I guess I don’t really have a choice, huh.” he murmurs.
"We should hurry. The clock is not going to wait for us. Lady Rosellia's carriage has been prepared the day before therefore, I believe that you do not need to worry about transportation. The ceremony of the banquet will start at seven o'clock, if I am not mistaken. Surely we do not want to be late if we want to confide with the Duke, yes?"
Asty nodded. "The problem is we do not know what Lady Rosellia wants to tell the Duke." Asty replied with a worried face.
"It should be in the envelope as I have said. Hurry. I will still need to tailor your dresses."
"Can't we just borrow clothes?" Noelle asked, worry plastered on his face. "We won't make it in time if we make them."
"If you want to catch the plague, yes."
Noelle heaved a big sigh. "Asty and I won't make it there, I am sure."
"I may have a few samples from behind that I did not lend anyone."
Asty and Noelle's eyes gleamed. "Really?!" both exclaimed in unison.
"My, my, are you both that excited to enter the Ball?"
"I want to find the Duke." Asty replied.
"I want to find a rich princess and marry her." Noelle replied in the same monotonous manner, implying a joke to lift their spirits. But deep inside, his heart was crashing. There was nobody in the world who he could admire more than Rosellia.
"Oh, you children..." Mrs. Pickinns placed a palm on her forehead. "Hurry then."
The two substitutions quickly ran into Mrs. Pickinns' tailor office. She sighed at the children.
"Oh, Rosellia..." she murmured in a grieving tone. "What were you thinking of sending these innocent children to the Ball?"
She glanced at Rosellia's bed-chamber and on her peaceful body. She was now in a better place.
"These children... do not deserve to go to such a dangerous event such as the Ball." Mrs. Pickinns continued to mumble under her breath. “Especially somebody like Asty.”
"Mrs. Pickinns, come on! We are losing our time!" Asty determinedly yelled as her image popped from behind the door of her office.
Mrs. Pickinns looked at Asthenosthene's cheerful figure. Her eyes. Her hair. Her body. Her smile. “This child...” she thought. “I have a bad feeling about this child.”
“Go and grab the ribbons and laces. We might need them.” Mrs. Pickinns told her.
“Alright!”
Asty disappears, leaving the tailor behind in the hallways, she took one last glance at Rosellia's body and frowned.
"Why did you exactly choose to help Asthenosthene from the start, Rosellia? Why are you sending her to the Ball?"
Her brows furrowed deeper.
"What are your plans for this child?"
Mrs. Pickinns hurriedly grabbed a bundle of keys from her wooden office desk, while the two subjects watched her with anxiety in their eyes."Mrs. Pickinns?" Asty gently called out. "Do you want us to help you find the right key-""Hush, child!" one by one, she tries on the different shaped keys on the warehouse doorknob. It was where she had promised that the unfinished samples of outfits were stored.Asty looked down and reached for the envelope. She examined the smooth texture of the paper and confusion was evident in her bright, orange eyes.Her fingers could feel the paper from the inside. But she was scared to open the envelope. She didn't want Lady Rosellia to be upset about her seeing the contents of what she had in store for the Duke.But at the same time, Asty was doubtful whether Lady Rosellia really placed a message inside or not. It would be a disappointment if the Duke opened it and th
It was 5:00 in the afternoon. The sun started to set in the horizons but Asthenosthene and Noelle still did not return to their homes. Instead, they were wearing fancy suits and dresses to attend the King's Ball.Asty had her eyes closed as Mrs. Pickinns arranged her bright, persimmon-colored hair. She neatly placed a few stands of hair in front of her left shoulder. She then carefully reached for the basket. A basket that contained little, fully-bloomed chrysanthemums.She conscientiously tucked the little flowers into her hair.When she was finished, Mrs. Pickinns asked Asthenosthene to open her eyes."There. There, look at yourself."Asthenosthene opened her eyes and found her reflection in a clear mirror. She was wearing a beige, laced dress with ribbons accompanying her neck and arms. The dress went all the way down to her legs.And for the very first time, she wore polished sa
"Both of you look nervous."Asty and Noelle smiled at Mrs. Pickinns."Mrs. Pickinns, I feel like I'm gonna throw up," Noelle confessed. "I don't feel so good."Mrs. Pickinns rolled her eyes. "Noelle, for the love of God, grow up. You are a grown man and yet the thought of a ball scares you."Noelle waved his hands in the air. "But Mrs. Pickinns, I have never been to a Ball!""It's just music and dancing. Once Asthenosthene delivers the envelope to the Duke, we can leave."Asty's eyes were focused outside of the carriage. Her eyes fixated on the nearby trees that darkened their trail. Her lips were pursed in a straight line as she recalled what her mother had told her when she left her."Asthenosthene, you must return no matter what."The thought lingered on her mind.Asty's mother ha
Noelle, Asty, and Mrs. Pickinns descended from their carriage after arriving at the Palace of Chesterfawn. With glimmering eyes, Noelle and Asty obsequiously stared at the Nobles which displayed beautiful and shimmering regalias.Dresses that are handwoven with sequins and beads which glowed in assonance of the lights. Noelle and Asty stared as the Nobles ascend the beautiful golden glass staircase that led to Palace's gates."Asthenos, Noelle," Mrs. Pickinns proposed. "Let us go inside."Noelle and Asthenosthene immediately followed Mrs. Pickinns on to the staircase, leaving the navigator behind. Asty then glanced back and smiled at him, while waving at him goodbye.The navigator's eyes widened after her gesture. He then raised his hand and waved back at her, while smiling sweetly as they fade from his view.Asty returned her gaze to the view in front of her. There
BEFORE THE BALL, WOODS OF ERANAFrom the far distance, just above the humongous sea of trees stood three silhouettes engulfed by darkness. Even as the full moon shone from beyond, they can never be fully seen. It was like, somehow, the light never truly liked them, as it never dared reach to illuminate their skin.But somehow only their eyes could be distinguished from the far sight. As the palace sentries spot them from afar, they fled with their lamps and soiled their pants, leaving their spears falling onto the hard ground. Frightened as they recognized their silhouettes, they did not dare waste a second and immediately bailed. They knew that interacting with them was up to no good."They really fear us." a female voice croaked."Is the Palace really holding a Ball?" another voice chimed in, it was more of a hoarser and chilling tone."I heard every Count and Countesses
GARDEN"The Duke of Illum is blind and deaf."The mysterious man's voice resonated in Asty's head for a few seconds. While clutching the creased envelope, she remained standing still before him, perplexed and speechless.What was she here for all this time?The male with the blue eyes, took the envelope gently from her stiffened hands and gave her a pleasant smile."I will give this envelope to the King, instead. There could be something inside." he offered to her. He places his huge gloved hands above her lowered head and caressed her hair gently.The towering male lowered his gaze at the fear-stricken woman. She was incredibly young, and her looks truly, was a mystery.But no matter which unknown method he used, it would always result in one answer. The girl is human and none of her blood hinted the slightest of a Night Hallow.The girl
As the Nobles swing into the beautiful and vast ballroom, the King of Chesterfawn remained seated on the top of the stairs.Somewhere, deep inside him- consternation rises. No matter where his eyes looked, he could never spot the person or perhaps creature, that he was looking for."Your Majesty."His bright green eyes blinked, and then he turned his head to find a woman clad in a beautiful red regalia. Her hair was tied in beautiful shimmering ribbons and she wore a gentle smile on her small face."Your Majesty, Her Highness, Loretta Lynn is here." one of his servants whispered. "I brought her here because she demanded to see you."The King ignored the princess. She looked at him, hurt, and lowered her gaze. "Your Majesty," she called out to him."Princess Loretta," he began, while his eyes still focused on the ballroom. "What is it?"His cold voice had the princes
The King resumed the celebration, fire igniting in his chest. At last, the Count of Erana has come to see him. He would say that his grand entrance did quite amuse him a bit.After the Count's proud introduction and bewitchment to the ladies inside the ballroom, he was asked to ascend the staircase to confide with the King.As Chaol's silhouette shifted through the glass staircase, Asty could not help but observe him. His voice. His voice was extremely familiar to her."The rumored Count of our village," Noelle whispered to Asty and Mrs. Pickinns. "He seems pretty intimidating. I mean look at the other Countesses and Counts. Their legs are barely even managing to lift them up."Mrs. Pickinns squeezed Noelle's ear. "Hush! They will hear you!""That man..." Asty began, her bright orange eyes still fixated on the male. She observed him as he speaks with the King with ease. But she could not