I could not believe it.
Marching down the long aisle, with hundreds or even thousands of witnesses, it felt so surreal. I still couldn't believe that I did really reached this point, that I am finally marrying the man I had ever loved and the same man I will love till I die, or even beyond death.
I couldn't express how I feel. I am so happy to the point that I can't help my tears. Yeah, tears of joy. Why would someone so happy would cry in sadness in the middle of her wedding anyway? No one would. Especially not me. What I feel is nothing but pure happiness.
My father, Orion, Lucia... my whole family was there. And the whole De'beuvor family was also present. King Arthur and Queen Romina had big, genuine smiles as they watched me walked towards their eldest son.
Actually, Orion wanted to walk me to the altar but Father said that he should let me walk alone because he believes that I am a strong and independent woman who would shine better
A solemn, sweet melody from the citharas enveloped the palace. One signal from the chamberlain and I glided through the silk curtains, toward the grandiose hall.Poise. Calmness. Confidence.Three things I've learned from the mistress of imperial performers. The years of practice taught me the perfect stance, moves, and all the gracefulness I needed.Dancing for the royal court's entertainment has been my life ever since I reached puberty. I've long accepted the life fate had offered me. This is my fate. To be a slave, to be caged in this palace forever.The Kingdom of Eravia is where the mages rule. It was where my mother lived throughout her life. She was also one of those less fortunate people who was born as a slave, but not as unfortunate as the commoners, for she was a royal entertainer with imperial privileges. But to me, it wasn't privileges. All those years, I couldn't bring myself to enjoy whatever the palace could offer me. It
A disturbing noise woke me up in the middle of the night. I thought it was only a dream, but when I realized I was having difficulty in breathing, I moved my heavy eyelids at once to open my eyes. Smoke. I could smell smoke. And the noise outside... it seemed like people were shouting, panicking. It didn't take long before I realized what was happening. The smoke was suffocating. There must be a fire outbreak in the palace! My eyes widened in horror, terrified for myself and for everyone else inside the palace. It’s just a few days after the royal occasion. How could this happen? I hurried down my bed and went straight to the door, never minding what I was wearing. I don't think I have the luxury of time to change my long nightdress with something more decent. My legs shuddered to a stop when I saw how thick the smoke in the hallway was. For a moment, I was afraid of going further. I could feel it. I could feel the heat from the fire. I could
I don't understand. Every element knows how to recognize their masters, and so does fire. What did that mean?The palace will collapse anytime soon. You should be out by that time. Hurry now, Ophelia. I have so many questions but the voice was right. I should leave the palace first before I get buried alive."Is this really true? Fire won't burn me?" Though I can see it in my own eyes, I found it strangely fascinating that I couldn't believe it. It's too surreal and impossible. I mean, no one in Eravia can do this kind of sorcery—if this can be classified as one.Move now, Ophelia, the voice demanded.Without further ado, I leaped towards the blazing stairs. I was doubtful at first, scared that the spell or whatever magic is happening to me has a time limit or something like that. But all the uncertainties were washed away when I felt something different in my body. The heat coming from the fire brought me the kind
I didn't know exactly what to believe. Hours ago, I was just sleeping peacefully in my bed. Then suddenly, the fire happened and I just found myself at the brink of death. I was ready to die when something strange happened to me. Then a voice kept on talking in my mind, and now claiming that he's actually a dragon spirit, my dragon spirit to be exact. Worst, I was just informed about my ability and the possibility that my mother lied to me. How could I take that all at once? I'm sorry if everything is confusing you. But there must be a reason why your mother hid your real identity. That is what we need to know, Raja said. The caravan is now moving. "What else do you know? How about my father? If he's not a mage, then what kingdom is he from?" That is something beyond my knowledge, Ophelia. "And what about this birthmark? I'm very much confused..." That's something you have since you were born, only hidden by some sort of
"Are you all right?" Recognizing the voice, my eyes went up at once like a reflex. The man's dark eyes reflected the shock in my expression. His hand was at the back of my waist, the other was on my elbow, holding me in place. The loud pounding in my chest gave me difficulty in breathing. I was never been this close to any man. I was a royal entertainer, but my job was only to offer dance, to entice audience with my moves, not to lure men. See? He's a nice man, Raja's voice echoed in my head, reminding me how awkward our position was. I quickly stepped away from him as if I'd be burned if I didn't. "Why? What's wrong?" The man's forehead creased, confused of my action. Why would he need to understand anyway? "Nothing, sir... I just want to say thank you for saving me. I'm going now—" "You don't seem to know Solterra. Are you from another kingdom, perhaps?" H
I looked around the interiors of the tavern. I never had seen one before this, but I've read and heard about it before. It was forbidden to go outside the palace so the only thing that can connect me to the outside world was—books. Reading became my some sort of hobby to ease boredom and to somehow marvel around different things through imagination. It was the only thing I could do. The woman who introduced herself as Thiara, looked symphathetic and horrified as I went in detail with the story I've made up. She seemed really kind so I felt a little guilty telling her those lies. I just really pray that the deities would spare me for that. After all, I do not have ill motives against anyone. "You've went so much hardships, Ophelia. I cannot imagine going through that alone!" "Thank the heavens I was lucky enough to survive," I said. "I could not agree more. Here, eat. You must be hungry all this time,"
Three weeks later...Holding a tray of food and drinks, I went to serve the customers. With my more or less three weeks of staying here, I grew accustomed with the things Thiara taught me. She was glad of my coping up. I was, too. To see people everyday is like a breathe of fresh air. To finally witness how the outside world goes is a pure bliss to me. I wish I couldn't ask for more."I am kind of worried, actually. I cannot pick which dress is best for the occasion," I overheard the girls in the near table."Oh, that is exactly my problem as well!""Fortunately I had already picked a dress. It was made in Eravia and with a bit of sorcery, making it more special." There was pride on the other girl's voice.Occasion? What occasion it must be? Haven't heard anything about it.It must be the queen's birthday. Most of the people are talking about it today. Accordi
"Oh my. You look utterly fabulous!"A small smile crept on my lips as I watched Thiara's expression after I dressed up at the night of the royal occasion."Be honest with me. Are you a goddess in disguise?" she humored."You look stunning in your dress, too." I didn't say that for the sake of returning the compliment but because it was true."I know I'm beautiful, but note that your beauty is definitely on the higher level. I suppose your mother was as beautiful as you.""More than, actually.""Oh don't be too humble, Ophelia. I know your mother would say the opposite.""But it's true that I got my beauty from her.""Must be true," she agreed and then pulled me out the tavern.* * *The music can be heard from the streets. Lanterns were flying over the horizon and everything was on lit. Everyone was on the