LOGINAs Yuelan listened to the blonde servant wove tales of her family, the adventures she undertook with her brothers. The tales of her older twin brothers, and their over protectiveness, the mischief of the younger ones, her heart experiences envy. Though the girl beside her came from a poor family, her life sounds rich. She might have come from wealth, her family might have a high social standing, but her upbringing had been cold and lonely. Devoid of love and harmony that exist in the family. Her heart aches with longing as she watches the light on the blonde face as she freely spoke about her family. She wishes to reach out and touch her face, to feel that joy, which looks wholesome and transparent. She wondered how it feels to experience what the blonde describes with her lips. “You have a wonderful family,” she interjects into the blonde tale. Meilin stops talking, and turns to the Queen, her lips bearing the joy brought on by speaking about her family. “Yes, I do,” she says,
Yuelan’s whispered words tickles the ears of the Queen Mother, giving her a feeling that she heard something, but the actual words never made it to her brain for comprehension. The older woman frowns at the young Queen, her insides burning with the suspicion that the brunette uttered something sarcastic, though she could never confirm it. “Did you say something?” She enquires mildly, her eyes narrowed suspiciously even though her tone conveyed mere curiosity. Yuelan smiles, a guileless smile, aimed at diffusing the suspicion she could glimpse in the older woman’s eyes. “No your highness,” she bows, acting meek and submissive. Though the Queen Mother couldn’t fault the young queen’s attitude, neither does she buy her innocent act. For an act is what the young woman is putting up for her. She doesn’t trust the girl. The intelligence she sees in the dark orbs makes her untrustworthy. Smoothly, as she lifts her cup of tea to take a sip, the Queen Mother changes the direction of the co
“They are here?” Yuelan questions as Lu Tiang helps her out of the Queen’s carriage. Lu Tiang nods, and together they walk toward the shed that houses the tied-up bandits. Lu Tiang opens the door, going before the young queen, ensuring her safety, before ushering her in. The seven bandits, all tied up on the floor, gasp with terror at the appearance of the Queen. They gape at her like she is an apparition. Yuelan stands tall before the terrified men, her bearing confident and intimidating. She stares down at them coldly, her brown eyes burning with barely controlled fury. How dare they lay a hand on what belongs to her? Her murderous rage has the men peeing in their pants as they scuttle away from the terrifying Queen. They have had her tale, how she nearly sent a man to the execution block for laying a hand on her servant, but their greed for money blinded them. Something they now regret dreadfully. Watching with a cold, stern expression, Lu Tiang waits for the Queen’s orders.
Meilin, shocked to find the Queen’s face so close to hers, reacts on instinct, her heart galloping in her throat. “Your Highness,” she exclaims, her expression nervous, as she scoots away from the Queen’s nearness. Yuelan places her hand on her servant’s shoulders to stop her retreat. “Take it easy, you are injured,” she tells the blonde, her tone mild, and the hard edges of her skin softened with a fond expression. The young Queen’s affectionate expression dumbfounds Meilin, who gazes at the beautiful face still close to hers in confusion. The Queen looks… the blonde pauses in her thought as she couldn’t believe what her eyes see. Worried. The idea that the Queen is worried about her seems ridiculous to the blonde, judging by how cold and detached the Queen has been to her. Regardless of what her eyes tell her, Meilin doesn’t want to be a bother, so she comports herself, wiping every trace of discomfort from her face and staring at the Queen flatly. “I am fine, your Highness,”
Meilin’s wide green eyes stare in terror at the tall figure looming over her. The figure advances toward her, causing the blonde to shuffle back, trying to escape the threatening presence of the figure. Her backwards escape halts when her back strikes against the wooden pillar behind her, leaving her with nowhere to run. She stares up at the figure, her heart racing rapidly in her chest. What is she going to do? Kill her? For a brief second, Meilin entertains the thought of her death. If she dies, she will be free. Another thought invades her mind, stopping her from feeling good about the freedom that her death would buy her. The Queen. Meilin is shocked to realize that she doesn’t want to leave the Queen. When did the queen start to matter to her? A question the blonde can’t answer, but feels a great deal of sadness in her chest at the very thought of not seeing the Queen. She snaps out of her thoughts when she feels the figure closer than earlier. The figure is bent at eye l
“Huh!” Meilin looks at the Queen, confused. What is she talking about? Which guard? She tried to think of any guard she could have been close to that angered the Queen, but came up with nothing. At the blonde’s confusion, Yuelan feels ridiculous for her question and the reason behind it. She can’t believe she felt jealous toward the blonde. What a ridiculous thing to feel for a plaything. “Never mind,” she waves away her question and turns away from the blonde. Meilin leans her head back against the carriage and closes her eyes. Her mind flows to her family back home, riddling her inside with homesickness. She wonders what her brothers are up to.Lost in thought, she fails to feel the Queen’s observing eyes on her. The young Queen watches the blonde’s face, captivated by her unique features, and held bound by her confusion as to why she feels so drawn to her. “Where are we going, your Highness?” Linhua questions with excitement. This is the first time they are leaving the palace,
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