*Ana*
We are escorted to a set of guest rooms that are freshly cleaned with flowers in every vase. The rooms smell sweet and airy. And it feels bright with the yellow wallpaper and soft cream-colored furniture. It was more than adequate for anyone staying in the castle. But I feel odd about having to use it.
Why can't I use my old bedroom? I remember having one of my own. Though I can’t say exactly what that looked like. But I did.
So why not just let me use that?
Unless someone else uses it now. It strikes me that they might not be free anymore.
It might be his now. I smile when I think of him.
If that's the case...
I don’t mind the room change. It’s insignificant to me.
"What you smiling about?"Maddie is in the middle of unpacking. She opens trunks to pull out packed clothes.
"I was thinking that this isn't my room."
"Oh? You remember that?" Maddie pauses to roll a pair of socks.
"I'm surprised you can. You were so young when you left."
I lessen my smile a little at that fact.
"Oh," Maddie gasps.
"I didn't mean- what I was saying was that it was some years ago..." But It doesn’t help. My smile is dying on the vine.
"Ah! How about we go see it then? Come on-" Maddie pumps up her voice to sound eager.
"We'll go see it. Maybe it's the same as before?"
"No, Maddie." I shake my head.
"I...it's not necessary."
Because it's being used. The thought does bring a smile back to my face. I hope he likes the room. I can’t remember if I did or not.
“Ana?” Maddie looks at me confused. I must look odd- just smiling to myself. I wave my head to turn to look down in the trunk. It’s here that we hear a knock at the door.
"Coming," Maddie’s up. She flies across the room to pull back the door. It’s one of the queen's maids.
"Her majesty is waiting to take tea with Empress Anastasia down in the garden." She speaks with utter politeness.
The tea! I raise with excitement but Maddie throws back a hand to me. She furrows her brow at the maid.
“Well, she's still not dressed,” Maddie quickly objects with a nod to the trunks.
“We only just started unpacking.”
“Queen Belinda is known for her hospitality. She is the queen among queens when it comes to etiquette. She wouldn’t make such a faux pas. You must be mistaken.”
“We need more time to prepare.” Maddie sounds a little annoyed for some reason.
“It’ll be fine.” I come over. There is no reason to wait.
My stepmother is just eager to see me. I smile at the idea.
“Tell my mother I will join her shortly,”
The maid nods and leaves down the hall before I see Maddie. She is frowning as if she doesn't agree.
“But the temperature- Ana, it will be growing colder tonight. I planned to change you into something with more layers.” Maddie pulls up a thicker dress with long sleeves. It’s still cut in the Nochten fashion but it’s hardier.
But I frown upon seeing it. It looks ugly. I don’t want to look bad in front of my stepmother. And besides, if I start changing now- it will be past dark.
I don’t want to make her wait that long.
“I’ll just throw another shawl on.” I move to retrieve the gift box. It fits into my pocket easily.
“It’s too cold for just that. Look at how darker it already is. The weather here isn't like how it is in Nochten. Dawny's autumn nights are much colder.” Maddie demonstrates the sleeves of the dress.
"Look here. See how thicker the sleeves are. You'll be warmer in this." Maddie points the contrast out.
“You’re not going to last long in what you have on.”
“I’ll be fine.” I can’t bring myself to change. I just want to go. I’m just tired of sitting around when I could be doing something.
“I’ll put on three shawls, then.” I pull out three from the trunks. Each is woven with intricate designs.
I make a show of wrapping them around me. They puff up nice and thick around my shoulders. So I finish with a ‘see, I know what I’m doing’ look.
“Ana, THAT. WON’T. BE. ENOUGH.” Maddie speaks slowly.
“Come here so I may dress you.” Maddie shakes the dress with a snap.
But I narrowed my eyes. Being told what to do- it’s not something I am used to.
“It’s not like this is Almony or something. It’s not that cold. I’m going to be fine.” I rebuke but Maddie shook her head.
“Just let me dress you, Ana.”
“ENOUGH.”
Maddie steps back stunned for a moment. And so do I. I’ve never had to yell at her before. It feels…terrible.
But Mother is waiting. I can only think and feel that I do not want to waste more time.
They could both be waiting for me. That’s right. She might not be alone.
The queen did mention it was only a fever. He might be better now.
“I am going. Mother is waiting.” I lower my voice but don’t mince words.
"I'll see you when I come back."
"Ana-"
"I'll tell you how it went."
And I turn on my heel to march out of the room. I keep my eyes forward though I feel her watch me. Her warm eyes seem to burn my back.
No, don’t feel bad. I try to reason. I can’t keep Mother waiting.
Or Nicoli.
A maid waiting in the hall leads me out. I don’t look back. I’m scared too.
Maddie will understand.
*Pendwick*"Until you return," Pendwick murmured under his breath, but she did not hear him over the crescendo of the strings, the cheerful music mocking him with its brightness. Each note stabbed like tiny daggers as he yet again had to watch her go. It always seemed to happen that way—too late, too slow, too soft.Always out of his reach, running.Pendwick could only watch as Ana reached the silver glass doors. When she pulled them back, a sharp and bitter snap of wind knifed through, sweeping back into the great hall and extinguishing the nearest candles with violent puffs of smoke. The intrusive cold sent her shawl billowing with a melodic click of chains and crown, lifting the veil of perpetual red to reveal the true beauty underneath. Her bundled coils of silver hair—neatly braided and gleaming like moonrays against the black sea—caught the remaining light. The rush of air carried the tang of salt and ice from outside mingled with something sweeter, something uniquely Ana—sandal
*Anastasia* "Sir Pendwick," I manage, steadying my voice even as my stomach plummets like a stone dropped from the palace tower. The muscles in my face move by habit, not ease—a mask I've worn countless times sliding into place. I force the corners of my mouth to lift, polite but not too warm—just enough. My voice rings hollow in my own ears as I shape it into something graceful, something imperial."You would like a dance?""Ah, um, if you don't mind? I mean, if it's not too much trouble." Pendwick steps forward, his face flushed—not just with color, but with a slick sheen, as though the very air around him burns hotter than the rest of the ballroom. His palm brushes his jacket's hem—then halts mid-motion as if caught in a forbidden act. He stiffens with a swallow that bobs visibly in his throat, eyes flicking once, nervously, to my hands."Of course he does, Ana!" Father bellows with a slap to Pendwick's back, the sound cracking through the air like summer thunder, drowning the mus
*Ana*My feet throb with each step, twelve dances already behind me and who knows how many still to come. I press my painted smile wider as Lord Arden finally releases my hand."Please," I say, the muscles in my cheeks aching from hours of practiced pleasantries. "Enjoy the party, Lord Arden."My fingertips tingle unpleasantly as I pull them from his iron grasp, pressing them against the front of my gown before he can snatch them up again. I've endured so many wet kisses tonight that my skin feels coated in a film that makes me want to scrub my hands raw. But an Empress does not flee to the nearest washing basin, no matter how tempting. Duty first. Always duty.Lord Arden finally bows, a wafting smell of old cedar and stale perfume rising as he turns. But not before his pale red eyes travel from my face to the single rebellious curl that has escaped from beneath my crown—that telltale sign of my half-blood status. The familiar look of subtle disdain crosses his face before he retreats
A honeyed whisper sliced through the ballroom noise, landing against the shell of his ear. "You’re so mean, to keep leaving me behind to deal with all these vampires, Nicoli." The words dripped sweetness enough to gag, a playful lilt barely masking the sting beneath. Possessive, triumphant, and just the tiniest bit petulant—all very much like her. "I might just have to punish you."Like she actually would, Nicoli suppressed a sigh, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as if she'd ever follow through with any of her threats. The giant just liked to tease. And she liked it even more when he rose to it. Nine years together had all but made that clear.And he knew the game by heart."Hello, Hidi," Nicoli said without turning, his princely smile tampered slightly but still on. Settling into their usual routine of push and pull.Her fingers slid into the crook of his arm, landing in their usual spot with the same easy certainty as sunrise. The sharp scent of lemon soap cut through the heavy
*Nicoli*Nicoli's practiced smile finally wavered as they left, the muscles in his face aching from the strain of maintaining such brilliant artifice. The tension he'd been holding in his shoulders released in a subtle drop, and he exhaled slowly, tasting the lingering scent of pine smoke mixed with the cloying perfumes of the vampire nobility.After the stiff, cold interaction with Ana's supposed family, Nicoli couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that all the things Ana had left unsaid were now painfully clear. Lady Funda and Lord Charles' hollow politeness, their icy demeanor, and the way their presence seemed to further freeze the already cold palace air compounded his growing sense of discomfort.If Nicoli held any fragile hope that perhaps her own family would be different compared to what he had seen so far, it waned like an ember dying against the chill the moment his father introduced him to Lady Funda and Lord Charles."Are they always like that?" he asked quietly, turning
“Hidi?” But before I can have a chance to ask any further, Hidi only taps my arm, her fingertips pressing just a fraction too firmly against my sleeve."But we will talk later, as for now—" Her green eyes immediately shift to Nicoli and brighten, like lamps suddenly lit from within. The strange expression suddenly disappeared again, replaced with a mask, so perfectly that I wondered if I had seen anything at all. Her smile is bright and full, with blunt white teeth again, but something about it feels rehearsed, a performance she's put on countless times. Her attention was solely on him, her body angling toward his like a flower turning to the sun."Nicoli, did you see that? Look how helpful I am to our dear Ana." She beams, as if nothing were wrong at all, stepping slightly closer to him than necessary, her arm brushing against his in a casual gesture that somehow feels deliberate. "Our dear Ana" sits strangely in my ears, as if I'm a shared possession rather than a friend. Her voice
Ana*“Please, everyone, if you would just-” But it's clear no one is listening. My voice is swallowed up by the cacophony of string instruments and the colliding conversations surging around us like crashing waves. The air thickens with perfumes and colognes—spiced amber, midnight jasmine, and something metallic that clings to the back of my throat. If I ever felt overwhelmed before a court of nobles shouting over each other after some new decree, it's nothing compared to the suffocating pressure closing in now. Actually, I think I'd prefer that over this.I don't even think my coronation was this bad. I recall that, being just a bit more orderly, the crowd maintained a respectful distance that allowed my lungs to fill properly. But then again, Mykhol was pushing them along so I could eat, right? It's a delayed shock of wisdom to realize that it was indeed helpful. I feel ashamed now that I ever thought he was being haughty at the time. He wasn't. His curt dismissals created a buffe
Naska stared at the cup instead of taking it, more shocked than surprised at the motion. Someone poured her drink? It was indeed a first. No one had ever done anything for her. She was so used to doing everything for herself. And glancing up, the sight of who did, only made her more confused.It was one of the veiled women—a Bulgeon, a human. Her eyes lined in that inky black shadow seemed to regard her in silence just as she did. Her hand lifted the cup, steady, as if she were still waiting. Naska, not knowing what else to do, took the cup. But her eyes remained glued to the woman. Because of the veil, she couldn’t know what expression the woman was making. Was it friendly? Bitter? What did her face even look like under the cloth?Watching her, the mysterious woman moved with grace. She poured another ladle of blood, not wine, to steam against the glass. Her thin fingers peeked out of her sleeve to swipe a slice of meat to dip in, and she moved to eat under the cloth. Naska raised
*Naska*“What a joke of a party,” Naska muttered, baring her fangs as she leaned against the wall. ”Mine will be so much better.” Her pale red eyes flickered over blue and gold streamers hanging from the center of the high ceiling with a sneer. Ugly colors, she immediately found it stupid. But not as stupid as having to sniffle every other minute. Her nose was irritated and starting to run from all the damn pine scent in the room. Each breath was like choking on a bottle of soap. From the platform near the far wall, the gentle strains of stringed instruments played a song too delicate and indistinct for her to recognize. It filled the air like perfume—pleasant to some, she supposed, but meaningless to her. Light laughter floated between the nobles, punctuated now and then by the sharp clink of crystal goblets. Beneath the noise, however, the pressure in the room was thick. Everyone waited for Her Empress to return. The tension curled under the music like smoke, unseen but unmistakab