The evening meal was to be held in another building, and so Calian finished preparing for dinner early and climbed into one of the two carriages in front of Chermil Palace. The other carriage had to belong to either Randall or Franz, who had not finished preparing yet and another carriage seemed to have already left.
‘I was wondering how they went around since the grounds are so big – to think they had to go from building to building with carriages’
This was all due to Sispanian. Calian shook his head as he remembered that Sispanian had said that she couldn’t live in a small place, and so Hatsuara had made the grounds of the Royal Family this ridiculously big.
The carriage passed through a long path surrounding the Chermil Palace, as well as a fountain garden that formed the boundary between the living and the council spaces. Then after some distance, they came across Arpia Palace, which held the King’s office, and the Narsil Pavilion, a workspace for the nobles who worked for the royal family.
Finally, they stopped.
The Senyu Pavilion was used for small events with nobles, where the setting sun shone on a white marble building with gilded columns, creating a stunning view.
“Your Highness, we have arrived.”
Yan procured a short staircase at the door of the carriage and guided Calian so he avoided stepping onto the hem of his clothes. One of Senyu’s servants then led them to where the gathering would take place.
Dinner was served in a garden behind the Senyu Pavilion, lit by magic lamps providing a soft, atmospheric glow to prepare for the darkening day.
Calian made his way across the garden and sat down in the chair he was led to, waiting patiently. Randall had already arrived and seated himself and Franz soon followed, flopping down on the chair without a word. And once again, the usual cold silence descended around the princes.
Soon, a strong fragrance drifted into the air.
It was the scent of Ranieri flowers, it was an extremely expensive flower since it only bloomed once a year. Although they were in the open air, the perfume still stung the senses.
Calian had never smelled Ranieri flowers nor met its current wearer before, but he knew immediately who had arrived.
Calian turned his head to see Queen Silica and Viscount Lennon Brissen walking alongside her. Silica’s gaze also turned to Calian, then, as if on cue, they turned away from each other at the same time. Randall watched the scene for a moment and shifted his eyes away.
Silica took her seat next to Franz as if nothing had happened. Despite the arrival of his mother and uncle, Franz sat there without giving his formal greetings.
Silica subtly frowned, but held her tongue as Calian and Randall were there.
“It has been a while since I’ve seen you three royal princes,” Lennon greeted them simply. His eyes fell on Calian’s face, and his expression changed to surprise. The boy seemed changed somehow. Lennon was about to say something to Calian, when Silica’s hand made a swift motion.
Her purple silk fan snapped open with a sharp flap.
Lenon sensed Silica’s discomfort and shut his mouth awkwardly.
Dinner began with an appetizer. There was the occasional conversation between Lennon and Silica throughout the meal, before Silica shifted her gaze to Calian.
”It seems you have grown?”
Calian took immediate notice of the question, she was clearly not referring to his height.
”I have not grown that much.” Then he added with a relaxed smile, “But I will grow more in the future,”
Silica’s eyes hardened. That smile was not something Calian could show her in the past and that made Silica uncomfortable.
Lennon, oblivious to their prickly exchange, interjected between the two.
“That’s right, My Prince. You’re still young, you will grow taller yet,” he said boisterously.
Lennon shut his mouth once again.
‘Interesting. It seems the rumours weren’t wrong’
There were many necessary skills needed to be at the top. Among them, good judgment, and at the very least, some basic sense. Lennon clearly seemed to be lacking in both aspects.
‘He’ll have a hard time staying at the top,’
Silica glared icily at Lennon.
“The chef has put much effort into preparing this veal steak. Please enjoy it, Elder Brother.”
It was a blatant way of saying ‘shut up and eat.’
It was unclear whether Lennon understood her implied words, or was scared by the fire in her eyes. Fortunately, he seemed to have understood Silica’s words this time and quickly stuffed his mouth with steak. Franz, who was watching from the side, laughed openly.
Silica’s eyes turned to the sound of her son’s laugh. She was finished with her conversation with Calian anyway, so she spoke to Franz.
”I heard that your horse doesn’t follow you.”
Calian saw Randall glance at him. Were they really talking about a horse, or did they mean Calian himself? He ignored Randall’s gaze.
‘But she’s not the kind of person to care if a horse has a violent temper.’
So they were likely speaking about Calian, not Raven. Silica was asking Franz about Calian’s changed attitude towards him.
“You should have informed me in advance.”
Franz shook his head. His eyes mirrored Silica’s pale blue eyes, the same as his own.
”What?” he said, not quite snapping but almost there. He didn’t want to broach the subject.
Calian should have lived quietly, and like his mother disappear like a speck of dust before he could become a bothersome thorn in Silica’s side. Even Franz understood what this meant.
“I’m sure you were already told.”
However Franz’s servants knew his every move and reported it all to Silica – she should have already been aware of everything happening between Calian and Franz so what else was she hoping he would have told her?
Of course, Silica knew that Calian had changed. Rumors had begun to spread throughout the royal palace after he cut his hair, and even more so after the incidents at the dining hall and the horseback riding class.
At Franz’s reaction, Silica spoke in a tone of disappointment. “It’s completely out of your hands. You didn’t tell me.”
Those red eyes contained no more fear at Silica’s presence. It was not just Calian’s appearance that had changed, and Franz should have mentioned it himself.
”So what are you going to do?” Franz said.
“I’ve already done it.”
Franz’s mouth held a mocking smile. “Then I’m sure I must have already told you.”
Franz leaned back into his chair as if he didn’t want to talk anymore. Silica smiled at the sight of her son.
“It seems like I don’t remember,” she said.
Her smile changed subtly. It was the same childlike smile Franz had on his lips, before he had thrown that knife at Yan.
“Franz. You’ve always been like that. But don’t worry too much. There’s nothing more to miss and no need to get anything back.”
Calian took a sip of water and continued his meal with a subtle smile. ‘If I am killed and made to disappear – there won’t be any worry of me running away either’.
“It shouldn’t be long.” Silica continued.
Franz turned his head and closed his eyes carelessly, as though saying ‘do whatever you want’. Calian continued to move his knife naturally, even as his gaze gradually began to cool.
Just how much did they find his existence laughable, that they would seat him before themselves and talk so carelessly.
Randall looked wordlessly between Franz and Calian. Surprisingly, he then spoke to Calian.
“You look tired. You should go ahead and rest.”
The unexpected concern from Randall was so surprising that even Franz turned to stare at him, but Randall said nothing else.
Calian was grateful for the excuse to leave this awful table and nodded. Silica’s eyes narrowed but she said nothing else about Randall’s strange behavior.
“I hope you enjoy the rest of your meal,” Calian said to Lennon, then turned his head and looked straight into Silica’s eyes.
Calian smiled brightly at her, with how much he seemed to resemble Freya, he desperately hoped that looking into his eyes would remind Silica of the woman who had died because of her.
Silica frowned for a moment before returning to her carefree expression. She was about to say something back to him but Calian quickly turned his back on her. She clenched her hands around her silk fan.
Randall took a mouthful of the desert, carefully keeping his eyes down. It was sorbet made with Ranieri flowers, made to Silica’s liking. The scent of flowers hovered in his mouth before melting away.
Three weeks passed.
The capital of Kyris; Kyrisis was bustling in preparation for the king’s birthday celebration. One by one, nobles gathered at their homes in Kyrisis and ambassadors from distant lands arrived and stayed in the Rubia Pavilion. A few days ago, there was a stirring in the crowds as they tried to catch a glimpse of the elves who entered the city.
Some worked to greet and accommodate the visitors, others prepared the banquet, and some were tasked with the safety of the event. None could get rid of their excited looks ahead of the big festival.
However, Yan’s complexion looked noticeably worse. Not only him, but Calian’s six maids looked terrible. Even Schatten, the tailor who prepared Calian’s clothes a month ago, had a face creased with stress.
“Have you gotten thinner, Your Highness?”
Calian smiled at Schatten’s worried expression.
“It seems so,” Calian answered calmly, with a small smile.
Calian was already aware of the problem, the mana in the body was having a bad effect on his heart, as it hurt every time he tried to use mana which in turn had a deteriorating effect on his body.
Seeing such a Calian, Yan had tried numerous times to get him to a healer so in the end Calian had to explain to Yan that he could use magic and the circumstances around why he had to hide his magic circles – he even explained why he had to wait until the King’s Birthday Festival.
‘I’m sure there will be some famous mages at the birthday festival. I’ll find someone I can trust to check the problem, and wait until then.’ – That was the conclusion Yan had come to – of course Calian couldn’t say he knew Alan and was aiming specifically for him, so he nodded at Yan’s thoughts.
Schatten’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “I might have to refit your clothes.”
At first he pinned the clothes to distinguish where to trim and what to leave, but realizing he couldn’t solve the problem that way, he took out the measuring tape again.
“I’ll take new measurements, Your Highness.” He seemed to be planning to redo all of them again.
Calian felt a little guilty and followed his orders obediently. Schatten seemed to have no problem measuring him again, though it had taken a while.
Schatten concluded that he still had time and would be back with the new clothes tomorrow. Calian, with a heart full of guilt said,
“I’ll wear the other two suits on the second and third day anyway, so it’s alright if you bring them later,”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Calian went to the carriage and told the driver to transport Schatten, it was all he could do to help the tailor.
Finally, the birthday of King Rumein had finally arrived.
So, I started watching a kdrama which is why this is late…
its okay, you can yell at me, I deserve it
Hope you enjoy ❤