For a mont, I felt a pang in my stomach. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I wasn’t willing to be left behind either. I was just beginning to understand these feelings that clung to , persistent, difficult to define.
I took a mont to breathe, to compose myself. A slight tremor ran through my hands, but I hid it. I stared at Cyan and with a slight gesture, I urged him to enter. When I opened the door, my eyes t an incredible image.
There, sitting in a black leather chair, made from the finest quality monster skin, the soft lighting of the lamps reflected intensely on her face, who else could it be if not her: the sixth princess, Rachel Campbell. The most adored daughter of the current king, the jewel of the court, always surrounded by a calm and dignified atmosphere. Her beautiful navy blue eyes shone beautifully with subtlety, as if they were adorned with two tiny stars. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. In addition, her golden curls were so captivating that it almost seed unreal.
"You’re back, sister," she said in a soft voice, almost a whisper, as she saw enter.
A spontaneous smile appeared on my face as I heard that usual greeting. The magic of her voice had always been sowhat bewitching, even in her simplest monts.
"Of course, how could I keep you waiting, Your Highness? Besides, I wanted to introduce you to this friend here," I replied, keeping my tone light, but respectful.
Cyan and I approached slowly in the process, my eyes couldn’t help but quickly go to her face, looking for so hint of surprise. I wanted to see a reaction that went beyond her impeccable composure. It’s not every day that you get the chance to see the princess, unfortunately that didn’t happen. Her expression remained impassive, a mask in perfect harmony. Not a trace of astonishnt, nor curiosity, not even a spark that broke her serenity.
The silence that beca more pronounced and soon made her uncomfortable accompanied us. I wanted the atmosphere to clear up more so we could continue, but Cyan remained oblivious, almost as if nothing could really disturb her. If it weren’t for Rachel being a princess, I could have sworn that Cyan, with his calm presence and his fixed gaze, seed more imposing, more dignified than her. It was as if, at that mont, the brilliance of the crown had lost its status.
Finally, it was the princess who broke the silence, her voice low but loaded with a tension that I hadn’t perceived before.
"Is this the ’friend’ you were talking about, sister?" she asked, although her tone wasn’t inquisitive, but rather playful, as if she were hinting at sothing.
"Yes, his na is Cyan Vesper, and he is truly talented, I assure you." I answered with a calm smile. Then, I turned to Cyan. "Co on, Cyan, say hello to the princess."
Cyan gave a slight nod, his imposing posture never changing, but his words were clear and formal.
"It’s a pleasure to et you, princess." Cyan said. His voice was serene, almost distant, but with an elegance that only he could convey.
The atmosphere was still stiff but little by little, it improved and in the blink of an eye the two were having a normal chat. Until the princess, watching Cyan closely, broke that calm with an unexpected question.
"So, Cyan... tell , how did you et my sister?" Her voice had a curious tone, but sothing in her gaze denoted that she wasn’t expecting a simple answer.
Before Cyan could say anything I hurried quickly.
"No... we..." I began, but stopped, as if the words wouldn’t co out of my mouth. "We don’t have that kind of relationship, princess," I finally managed to say, trying to sound convincing, although my cheeks were beginning to blush from embarrassnt.
Rachel watched subtly, sotis with a slight smile, a smile that you couldn’t fully interpret. She seed amused, as if she found my life interesting.
Cyan, for his part, remained silent, observing our interactions, when the princess was calr then he approached her as if everything was simply another scene that was unfolding before him.
***
«Cyan’s perspective»
The conversation with the princess was becoming more exhausting than I had imagined. Her questions seed endless, and worst of all, she was always asking very trivial things. First she asked what my relationship with Aliana was, and although I had clarified it a couple of tis, her insistence was beginning to irritate . Then she continued with a series of questions that, to be honest, seed completely irrelevant to : my age, my weight, among other stupidities.
Rachel’s words fell on without much effort, leaving no real impression. Each sentence slipped through my mind superficially, as if there was no substance behind them. My patience was slowly beginning to wear thin.
Aliana, standing next to , watched silently. I noticed how her eyes shone with gentleness and she looked at with a mixture of curiosity and concern, as if there was sothing in my expression that she didn’t like. Then, in a soft, almost imperceptible whisper, she spoke to .
"The princess is a bit of a talker, I know," she said with a smile that couldn’t hide her discomfort, "but, still, she has a good heart. That’s why I wanted you to et her. Not only because of her connections, but also because she hoped you would relate more with her. She has almost no friends because she is royalty and she told that she will be attending the academy next year."
Her words surprised , although I tried not to show it. Aliana had always been direct, but there was sothing in her tone now that made think there was more behind her plea. She wanted to understand the princess, to not judge her so quickly. Perhaps because of her closeness to Rachel, because of her own interest in maintaining the balance between the two.
"Yes, I hope so too," I replied in a rather bland tone but with a slight hint of curiosity.
But as I spoke, I found myself increasingly aware of the disconnection I felt with the real world that both won represented. Rachel, the princess, shone with her own light, and I was delighted to be able to appreciate that. Then sothing surprising happened. At that very mont, without warning, all the lights in the room suddenly went out. The glow that had until then illuminated the room disappeared completely, plunging everything into a dense and almost palpable darkness.
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