“I know that’s a lie, Your Highness.”
Rey looked up surprised, an unexpected answer came from the messenger/escort. The messenger just smiled briefly and went back to repair the broken wheel. ‘That messenger… is the biggest mystery for now…’ Rey thought.
The messenger is suspicious, now saying that she knows one of Rey’s many secrets. Showing up suddenly, taking him to the Royal Palace, and making things complicated. What else does the messenger have in store for Rey?
Soon enough, the wheel was fixed and the group of travelers were back on the road. Rey was sitting across from the messenger and the carriage was filled with awkward silence. Well, Rey thought so.
“Your Highness, is there anything you are keeping away from the kingdom, because if you are, the Queen, sorry, Empress will find out the hard way. During your absence, the Empress came up with a new set of rules, and laws. Not only am I your escort, I do many other jobs in the Palaces. If there is anything you are wondering, please do not hesitate to ask, Your Highness.” The messenger smiled.
“Alright, I have three questions. Who are you? Where are you from? How old are you?” Rey asked suspiciously.
“Your Highness, my name is Emereld Grawathakwel. I’m 18 years old and I come from the Raelishemn region. My family works in the palace kitchens, gardens, stables, and as maids and butlers. What else might you be wondering about?”
“Who will be my personal butler?”
“My half-brother, Jael Quzerphalk.”
“Great, a connection.” Rey mumbled under his breath.
“What was that, Your Highness?”
“Nothing. Enough talking, I’m tired. Let me sleep.”
“Of course.”
Rey is in quite a awkward situation when he finds out his personal butler is connected to Emereld. How can Rey wriggle himself out of this little jungle of mystery?
“Your Highness, we have arrived at the palace.” Emereld called out, and pulled the window open.
“You. Take the Highness’ things to the prepared room. Get Jael to help him look presentable in front of the Queen, no, sorry, Empress.” Emereld instructed a guard at the entrance.
“DON’T TOUCH MY THINGS!” Rey picked his 4 large bags with one hand and 3 wrapped packages in his other hand and ran through the gates with Jael bumping into him, explaining a few things, then leading Prince Rey to his room to dress him the proper attire.
“This way…”
Jael makes his first appearance, and Rey has no idea what will happen after, for he has lost all control over this story to a single author. He had sensed him. Yes. It’s a male author. It’s hard to tell what was going to happen to Rey’s dreams. Will they stay standing, or, will they fall like a prey to its predator, with another dictator?
Jael fixed Rey’s long reddish brown hair into a loose ponytail and decorated his hair tie with a silver flower topped off with sapphire and diamond beads. He wore a pair of loose, yellow-ish green, silk pants, a low-collared tank that was black, a vest of light brown that flowed behind him as he walked, a long sleeved jacket hung on his shoulders that had a bamboo pattern on it, and of course, a pair of brown leather boots.
“Your Highness, the Empress is waiting and running out of patience. Please DO hurry, Jael.”
“Right away.”
Rey freaks out to the point of silence. He seems to have given up all hope. Jael takes control over his life as prince. How will Rey take this information when his hope is gathered once again?
Hi, uhh. I kind of ran out of ideas for this little blotch of writing for a month or two. So I decided to publish this little bit onto the blog. So, uh, don’t get mad at me.
