chapter 1
Faire...
It was no normal day at the palace, the ball room was dusted and decorated, and Faire was getting a gown fitting done for her coming of age, she will be 20 years old in less than 2 days. Shair, the maker of the gown and Faire’s best maiden, looked up from her pinning needles and eyed Faire up and down. “I think we’re done, what do you think my lady?” asked Shair with a satisfied look. Faire looked in the mirror, the gown was long and had a train, it wasn’t a ballgown but instead something more fitted. Such things like ball gowns are only really used for weddings in Ryun. It was black with jewels and lace meticulously placed to make her figure stand out. “You outdid yourself again, Shair, it’s beautiful.” Faire said, pleased with how she looked.
The townsfolk always said the princess was kind to others but stern with her boundaries and expectations, she was a lady of high status of course. They say she was never cruel but instead of becoming angry she would become disappointed or saddened by lack of effort or lack of obedience. She was well educated, mainly by at home tutors, and very beautiful. She is respectable and will state her opinion no matter the effect it may have on her reputation in other kingdoms.
Faire’s hair reached to her hips, the dress made her fiery red hair pop out. She was not skinny but more midsized. Faire looked over at Shair who smiled softly, “You really are growing up so fast my lady, I remember when you were only ten playing in the kitchen.” Said Shair. Shair was a middle aged woman but still pretty and elegant. She was tall compared to most women being 5’10. She was a sight to behold, she didn’t have many wrinkles or scars. Her hair was blonde but much shorter than Fraire’s, only coming to her shoulder blades. Faire smiled at the woman, her expression unchanging she said “I certainly have grown since I was ten, but I won’t be going anywhere. There’s no reason to feel sad or remorseful, Shair.” She looked at Shair and took a gentle hold of her hand momentarily caressing Shair’s knuckle.
Shair took a breath and smiled a little more than before, “Well I guess you’re right, this is supposed to be a happy occasion. I dont know whats a bother lately, my lady. I’m sorry.” Faire knew why she was upset, she knew her coming of age and gaining the throne will give her less time to spend with Shair. Shair wasn’t her age but has always been her best friend. When Faire was a child, Shair was in her twenties. She is thirty six years now and still looks like she’s in her twenties. Shair was a big sister to Faire her entire life. “I love you, Shair, now why don’t you remove the dress and we can go on a nice lunch? How does that sound?” said Faire, smiling hopefully.
Shair undid the corset and let out the dress and faire stepped out now only in her silk undergarments. Shair stepped to the wardrobe and pulled out an emerald below knee length dress. “Shair, where did you get this? It’s beautiful for a day dress.” Faire examined the long bell sleeves that had a lace triangle cut outs at the end. She looked at the square neckline. She looked at Shair and smiled. “I’m guessing this is an early birthday present,” said Faire. Shair smiled “I made it with the measurements from last week. I used the fabric you like too.” Faire looked at Shair with a smile that went from one ear to the other.
Faire went to the washroom to powder her makeup before going out. When she was done she went back into her room. Her room was big, her floors were cherrywood and walls were a shade of fern and had detailing like flowers. Her widows had long vines that reached the floor. The full mirror had moons curved into the black wood that held it up and her wardrobe was a darker shade of brown then most. Her bed was a king and had black sheets and blankets. She walked over back to the mirror and Shair dressed her in the and put a black corset that had a bit of skirt that hung over the dress itself. Faire sat at her vanity and let Shair put her hair into a nice half up half down that held her curls out of her face. And they were ready to go into town.
Faire and Shair made their way out of the castle and to the stables. When they approached the stables. Faire saw a horse that caught her eye, it wasn’t one of hers or her parents and was in the guests’ stalls. “Shair, do you know whose horse that is?” Faire looked at its black maine untrimmed and braids that hung with the loose hair. It was tall, it had a saddle on its back that was also black and had red trim on the perimeter. “No my lady, I do not know who’s that may be.” said Shair inspecting the horse. Faire walked up to the horse but before she could touch it, “I wouldn’t do that.” she turned to see who spoke to her. She saw a man tall with black hair and dark brown eyes. They resemble coffee with no cream, almost lifeless.
“Why should I not sir?” She inspected him further and he looked like a royal. He was in formal wear, something like what her father would wear when going to other kingdoms to meet with kings. It was red and plain-ish, it also looked stiff and expensive. “He’s not good with women. He gets aggressive with anything that doesn’t smell male.” the man explained he stepped closer and reached out to the horse who lovingly brushed against his hand. “Not to be rude but what’s your name?” Faire asked She looked up into his cold stare confidently. “Harrem Gensdor.” Faire was familiar with the name Gensdor; her father went to see them once when she was young. “Nice to meet you. I must go now. Hope to meet you again Harrem Gensdor.”
