As soon as she saw us arrive, she immediately stood up and curtsied as low as possible. “Gonzalo, you may leave,” I said, my eyes never leaving Laura. “Are you sure, Your Highness?” he asked. “There’s no need to worry, Gonzalo,” I smiled at him. “She’s a friend of mine. Kindly take care of the letter.” Gonzalo bowed and left me with Laura. “Laura?” I called out gently as I approached her. “Come now, Laura. There’s no need for that,” I helped her up. Lifting her face, I smiled even more as I was very pleased that she was here. “You don’t have to do such formalities when it comes to me.” “Don’t be silly, Robert. You know that I have to do that,” Laura replied, fiddling with her fingers. “I am in your realm, your kingdom. I must pay you the respect given to you here.” “Laura, you’re no different from me. Therefore, you don’t have to be all ceremonial whenever you visit me,” I explained, unable to contain a growing grin. Looking at her frame, it came to my attention that she wasn’t
We turned our heads and saw Nana Olsa. She tried to stand firmly as her crooked staff assisted her weight. “I believe that exchange of words is enough for today,” she approached us. “Nana, this doesn’t concern you. It’s better that you return inside. You don’t even know what we’re talking about,” Mallory snarled at Nana. “Can’t you show Nana some respect?” I scolded Mallory. “Don’t vent all of your frustrations on her. She’s not involved in this.” “Why defend her? She’s not your family?” she answered. “Who are you to tell me how to treat her?” “Mallory, don’t make me break my promise to your mother,” Nana threatened as she stood near us. “I don’t need your stupid promises to my mother! I can take care of myself,” she replied to Nana, showing every single speck of arrogance in her body. “Well, if that’s the case, I would like for you to leave the castle grounds,” Nana remarked, holding her head up high. Mallory was silenced immediately. “You said you can take care of yourself, am
Why was Mother refusing to receive treatment from the Medicine King? It was quite clear that he wanted Mother to recover. But she didn’t seem to be enthusiastic about it. And what sort of treatment did the Medicine King pertain to? “Amelia, I made it very clear that this treatment can be your last chance of survival,” the Medicine King explained firmly. It was evident that he was begging for Mother’s approval. “It may not completely heal you. But it can slow down whatever virus is inside of you.” “Good sir, you can see my state. An Immortal, weak, fragile, and unable to leave her bed. How can I go to another city with my condition?” she questioned, with a hint of humour and sarcasm in her tone. “Amelia, this matter isn’t to be taken lightly,” the Medicine King scolded her. He continued, “Your situation is already a matter of life and death. If you agree to this treatment, I can go and get the materials needed so we can begin.” “I’m already too ill to handle too much stress. As muc
She looked at me, surprised and baffled. She asked, “Were you eavesdropping again?” “I was about to knock on your door when I heard your conversation. And allow me to say this, Mother: you are acting like a child. You’re not accepting our help and you’re being stubborn,” I replied. Mother giggled gently, careful not to hurt herself. “Robert, I’m only being realistic. And now that you know what we talked about, I have my reasons as to why I’m rejecting any sort of treatment.” “The Medicine King said you believe that your time to die has come,” I raised a brow. “I don’t understand who you can think of that. Aren’t you worried about leaving Elizabeth and me?” “Robert, we all must accept the arrival of our demise,” she said as she reached out a hand to mine. “The Medicine King has treated me like a child when I only reasoned with him. Acceptance is key to everything, including death.” “Mother, please. Stop saying that you’re going to die,” I begged. “You’re going to recover. And you w
As I waited for Nana Olsa, I indulged myself with a giant cake. It sat in the middle of a table near Nana Olsa’s station. It was too delicious to share, so I preferred to eat it on my own. I was too occupied with the cake when someone suddenly asked me from behind, “Robert, what are you doing?” I turned to see Nana, shocked. “Oh, hello, Nana,” I greeted as I moved back an inch. She moved closer to me. A horrified expression rose on her face. Her eyes widened as she asked, “Robert, what have you done to the cake?” “It was on the table and nobody was paying attention to it. So, I thought I could have a few bites,” I replied. “Would you like to have some?” I offered. “Nobody is supposed to touch that because it wasn’t supposed to be touched!” Nana answered as she looked at the entire cake. “What do you mean? Isn’t this supposed to be for dinner?” I asked, baffled. “This was for dinner but this was for the lords! Your father invited them over to celebrate their success in their tra
After she entered the room, I cleared my throat and continued reading. “Robert!” she called out to me, almost screaming. Her voice echoed throughout the room. “Robert, dear!” she continued, her shoes patted loudly onto the floor as she quickly approached me. I sighed as I put the book down. With hesitation, I turned in her direction. “Oh, jolly! I never thought I’d find you here. I haven’t seen you anywhere in the castle, either,” she remarked as she stood in front of me. “I didn’t know you loved to read. James mentioned that you never liked the library.” “As a fellow monarch, I don’t doubt that you know the most common room in a library. And that silence must be observed inside. Even an uneducated person knows that through common sense. You, of all people, should know better,” I said, crossing my arms. I added, “I should be the one asking why are you here? Elizabeth said you were taking care of Mother.” “Oh, forgive me for disturbing the peaceful atmosphere,” she replied as she
Back in my quarters, I made myself comfortable as I read once more. My back rested upon the headboard, with a few pillows behind my back to keep myself supported. Elizabeth was no longer in my room when I returned. Perhaps, she joined James for dinner. So, I was more than ecstatic to have some peace. However, my door opened and upon looking, Elizabeth was here again. “Hello, dear sister.” “Oh, hello, little brother,” she smiled as she closed the door, “I didn’t know you were already back.” She was about to walk towards me when she froze. Her eyes landed on my hands. “Am I seeing this clearly? Is that a book in your hands?” she asked, amazed and in disbelief. “Unfortunately, yes,” I smiled proudly. “This book has proven me wrong. Everything I perceive about reading is completely removed by this,” I explained as she approached me. “Well then, I couldn’t be more proud of you, dear one,” Elizabeth smiled as she sat beside me. “You finally have something better to do, other than being
“Hello, my dear boy,” she smiled as we met halfway. On her left hand, she carried a black, metal lantern whilst her right hand clutched onto her cloak. “Nana, what are you doing here at this time of the night? You can get lost,” I said, worried. She chuckled. “Robert, you must have forgotten that I know this maze like I know the back of my hand. I’m one of the people who planned this maze. Therefore, the chances of me getting lost is none,” Nana explained. “Nana, even if you know it from the inside out, it’s still dangerous. Especially, for someone your age,” I protested. I continued, “You are inside the maze, all alone. Someone can easily sneak from behind you and do something horrible.” “Son, I am more than capable of taking care of myself. You underestimate me too much,” she answered as she held onto my arm. “What brings you here?” she then asked as we walked away from the arc. “I saw your lantern from my balcony. I didn’t know it was you. But I just had to make sure who is ta