Lady Elizabeth's footsteps echoed softly against the marble floors of the art gallery as she wandered through the vast collection of paintings and sculptures. Arondale had a very good taste when it came to arts ,fashion and how well decorated the places were. The air was filled with a hushed serenity, broken only by the occasional murmur of admiration from other visitors. The vibrant colors and intricate details of the artworks surrounded her, providing a respite from the chaos and complexities of her own life.As she turned a corner, she found herself face to face with Prince Alexander, his gaze fixed upon a mesmerizing landscape painting. His father King Maximilian had informed Lord Arcturus of prince Alexander's visit to the art gallery and they sort it an opportunity for lady Elizabeth to visit him there. A flicker of surprise danced in his eyes when he noticed her presence. Lady Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat, both excited and apprehensive at his unexpected encounter."Prince
Queen Emilia's heart pounded in her chest as she approached Lord Arcturus in the grand hall of the palace. She wanted to talk to him and this was the perfect moment for her. Her eyes burned with a mix of anger, disappointment, and concern for her daughter. She could no longer ignore the rumors that had reached her ears in the palace , suggesting a clandestine affair between Lord Arcturus and Princess Sophia.She had felt that only Isabella knew about it ,but now she had just heard the same thing from some palace workers on her consistent sneaking out at midnight into the Lord's chambers secretly. She knew this was not good for her daughters, neither was it good for the throne as well. The people of the east were never in support of having a woman as their ruler, but now for the first time in a long time of history the gift was given to a woman ,which meant that she was befitting to rule. If the rumors kept spreading then the people would never get to accept her and her daughters migh
King Maximilian sat across from his son, Prince Alexander, his expression stern yet tinged with disappointment. They were in the privacy of the king's study, where important conversations were often held.Maximilian was so annoyed that his son wasn't giving in to any of his ideas or ways of doing things. His rejection to join the league and his refusal to marry Princess Victoria or befriend Lady Elizabeth, made the king very annoyed."Alexander, you must understand the gravity of our alliance with the Maxoria kingdom and the Adernia advisor," King Maximilian began, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of concern. "Princess Victoria is a suitable match for you, very perfect on at that, she holds all the qualities of a future absolute queen. Marrying her will secure our kingdoms' alliance and bring prosperity to our lands."Alexander looked down, his gaze fixed on the polished surface of the table. He sighed softly before meeting his father's eyes. "Father, I appreciate your intentions
Dear Princess Sophia,I hope this letter finds you well. I must admit, the words I am about to write weigh heavily on my heart, but I believe it is time for us to reevaluate our affair and the plans we have made.Over the past few weeks, we have found solace in each other's company, seeking comfort and forbidden pleasures in the shadows. But I cannot deny the turmoil within me, the realization that what we have been doing is not right, both ethically and morally.I have come to understand the consequences of our actions, through my encounter with the queen recently, the hurt it would cause to those we hold dear. Princess Sophia, it pains me to say this, but I must put an end to our affair, at least for now. It is time for us to face the truth and seek redemption for our transgressions and I very sure that we can carry on with this when the grounds are calm enough.I have thought long and hard about this decision, and I believe it is for the best. We must find the strength to separate
The morning sun bathed the grand palace in a soft golden glow as the palace maids began their daily routine. Their footsteps echoed through the opulent halls as they moved with practiced efficiency. But as they approached Queen Emilia's chambers, a strange sense of unease settled upon them.The maids pushed open the ornate doors, their hearts sinking as they beheld a scene that froze them in their tracks. Queen Emilia, the epitome of grace and elegance, lay motionless on her bed, her eyes closed in eternal slumber. A collective gasp escaped their lips as they realized the truth, their beloved queen had passed away.Fear and confusion gripped the maids as they hurriedly summoned the royal physicians and alerted the palace guards. Panic spread through the corridors of the queen's chambers as whispers of the queen's sudden demise swept through the palace, leaving a shroud of sorrow and uncertainty in its wake.The physicians arrived swiftly, their brows furrowed with concern. They meticu
The somber air hung heavy in the grand courtyard of the palace as the mournful occasion commenced. It was the day of Queen Emilia's burial, a day filled with grief and sorrow. The royals of the east are usually buried a week after their demise ,letter were sent round the east to inform the people on the death of Queen Emilia ,who was well known and loved. The six kings of the east, along with their retinues, had gathered to pay their final respects to the beloved queen and offer their condolences to King Frederick.Among the attendees was King Maximilian, a man of stature and influence, who had traveled from his kingdom to be present at the solemn event. As he stood alongside King Edward, their eyes met briefly, conveying a shared understanding of the loss they both experienced. Despite their past differences and political agendas, they recognized the significance of this moment and put aside their grievances in the face of this tragic event.King Edward could remember losing his que
The grand hall was filled with a hushed anticipation as dignitaries, nobles, and common folk gathered to pay their respects during the solemn occasion of the dead queen's thanksgiving service. Three days had passed since Queen Emilia's burial, and the people of the east adhered to their cherished custom of bidding farewell to their departed loved ones in a final act of remembrance and celebration of their lives.The hall was adorned with delicate floral arrangements, their fragrant scents mingling with the soft glow of candlelight. At the front of the hall, a towering dais held the ornate golden throne, a symbol of power and authority. King Fredrick, still grappling with the weight of his grief, stood tall and regal beside it, his eyes pensive yet resolute.The murmurs and whispers swirled throughout the room as the guests awaited the commencement of the ceremony. Among the attendees were the kings and royals from neighboring kingdoms, including King Maximilian, King Edward, and Princ
Isabella stood before the mirror, gazing at her reflection. Her heart pounded with both excitement and apprehension. She had made a decision—one that could potentially change the course of her life. Disguised as a commoner, she planned to venture into the neighboring kingdom of Maxoria and engage with Princess Victoria, the woman who had been betrothed to her beloved Alexander. Isabella's goal was to understand Victoria better, to gauge her intentions and see if there was a chance for a peaceful resolution.She knew how much Princess Victoria would detest her and she did not want to make more enemies, especially now that she had been announced as a upcoming queen. She thought it better to talk with her and probably calm her down on her relationship with Alexander.Taking a deep breath, Isabella slipped into a simple, plain dress that concealed her royal lineage. With her dark hair tied back in a simple braid and a touch of dirt smudged across her cheeks, she transformed into an unassu