Flowers of the past
“Come on, hurry up!” Exclaimed the young girl as she got impatient and started
The tall dark-haired had woman walked in the throne room, silencing the minister who was speaking at the time and walking towards her husband who opened his arms to embrace her. Her daughter was the faster one though, she jumped in her mother’s arms and pulled her into a tight hug, nestling her head in her long black hair.
“Mom!” She had exclaimed.
“Hello darling!” The queen replied as she kissed her daughter on the forehead, a large smile spreading on her lips. “My, how tall you have gotten!”
“Mom!” Exclaimed the princess, pouting at the remark. “You tell me that each time!”
“So? Does that mean it’s not true?”
“No, but you know I’m not a little girl anymore!”
“That’s true, you are almost an adult now.” Conceded the queen with another smile. “Allow me then, young lady, to simply compliment your ever blossoming beauty in that case.”
The princess’s face reddened at that comment and her expression turned sulky once more but she still let her mother give her a kiss on the cheek. The queen then turned towards her husband. The king, who had been happily observing the scene play out in front of him, then gently took her hand and planted a short but loving kiss on it, welcoming her back home. They remained like this for a few seconds, simply staring in each other’s eyes without saying a word. The king was the first to recover and asked how her trip had been.
“Relatively calm, I must admit Marco. Everything happened without any trouble, but I will tell it to you in details later because I see we have company.” She replied as she turned towards the large table and the four men that stood up to salute her.
“Hello my dear Alix, how are things?” Said the queen as she acknowledged the presence of the man on the right.
He was of average height, thin and seemed as calm as ever. But one shouldn’t trust appearances as, under his rather puny appearance, Alix Emberblade was the minister of war and was known to be as excellent a warrior as he was a strategist. The man with short graying brown hair and pale eyes was alike Oscius in the impressive aura of power and control that emanated of him. He had managed to foil a plot to assassinate the king a dozen of years before and had done so without suffering any casualties on either side, this had made him one of the most trusted man in the kingdom in the eyes of the royal couple and the guards.
“Hello my lady. Yes, everything is in order at the moment, nothing to report.” He replied with a slight bow of the head.
“Excellent, and what about you, Lucas and Fenrir?” She asked as she turned to the two men in the middle.
Fenrir Mornac and Lucas Pandé, respectively mister of culture and minister of external relations, saluted the queen in turn. The first, tall and with fiery red hair, possessed a short beard and always had an amused gleam in his eyes which made him easy to approach and to talk to. The other appeared more reserved, smaller than his colleague, he had slightly messy dark hair and bushy eyebrows which made him seem more sly and short-tempered than he actually was. This, however, was known only to people who knew him well as his actions tended to lead his interlocutors to think the contrary, which gave him the upper hand when treaties had to be signed with other countries.
“Everything is fine on my side my Lady, the preparations are almost over for the spring festival.” Replied the red-haired man.
“The same goes for me my Lady, I am set to leave in two days to negotiate a secondary commercial treaty with the barony of Silve in the north.” Added Lucas Pandé.
“Perfect then!” Exclaimed the queen with a smile. “But I am failing my duty as a host by not greeting you earlier my dear Ellias, I hope you won’t hold it against me.” Added the queen as she finally turned towards Thrista’s father.
“Not at all lady Lena.” Replied Ellias. “It is a great pleasure to see you again.”
“Thank you Ellias, it is a great pleasure to me too, it has been far too long since our last meeting. And now, tell me, how might be that young boy who looks so much like you?” She asked after thanking him.
“That would be my son.” Said Ellias with a smile as he motioned to Thrista to come closer to introduce himself.
The boy was so captivated by the presence of this dark-skinned woman who radiated an aura of elegance and grace that he had not been aware of anything else since she had walked in. Only when he received a well placed kick from the blonde princess, as the queen was turning towards him, did he realize that his father and the queen were waiting for him to introduce himself.
“Greetings your majesty, I am honored to meet you today.” He started, stumbling a bit over his words at first and his cheeks taking on a pink color. “My name is Thrista Daener, I am the son of Elllias Daener and I came here with him.” Was all that he managed to say before his voice died in his throat.
“I am as honored as you are to meet you my dear Thrista, your father I as old friend of mine and it is with great pleasure that I finally meet his son.” Replied the queen with a large friendly smile.
Thrista opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally managing a small “Thank you” and hastily looking at his shoes, his face no as red as a tomato. This was due to the fact that not only had he been fascinated by this woman that he had lost all his ability to communicate but also because he had seen his father’s large smile in the corner of his eye and he knew that he was openly making fun of him for being so nervous.
“There’s no need to be so nervous Thrista, she isn’t going to eat you…” He could almost hear his father telling him telepathically.
To the princess’s greatest pleasure he lost the two games of chess they played afterward, under the attentive eye of the queen, who had insisted on watching them play after having greeted the other people who were present in the room that day, letting the governess go for the afternoon. Though the blonde girl insisted that he had just been lucky the first time and that she would definitely have won, he knew his loss had a totally different explanation…
“Come on, it’s not so dramatic! That’s life!’ Exclaimed the princess, displaying a proud wide triumphant smile. This did not seem to lift the young boy’s spirits and she took the matter in her own hands as she dragged him away by the wrist. “Come, I’ll show you a magic place!”