Prelude
“No. No. No. You need to repeat what you’ve said.” Aida questioned, the over-the-top gaped mouth in full display as her hands now rested on my shoulders.
I knew telling my sisters would be a bad idea. The air of excitement and shock on both of their faces were almost hysterical at this point.
Aida, the oldest, just looked at me intently, waiting for my response to the confession I’ve just made moments ago. How immaculate she still looked, in her green strap dress that complimented her much thinner stature compared to my own. She was a spitting image of me, how we had been often mistaken for each other during our youth because of our fiery red hair and emerald eyes, but somehow I never rid myself of the baby fat like she did.
“Again, why are we getting involved with this? If Dad finds out, we’d be thrown into the dungeon for treason because of Rue.” It was now Rowen interrupting.
In her place sitting on my bed, another one of her books she should have been reading was in her grasp. Unlike me or my sister, the youngest of the three sisters, Rowen would do anything or everything to be different from the two of us, going as far as constantly keeping her locks short and bleached to be—different from the remaining redheads that inherited it from our mother’s fiery ones.
“Don’t be like that, Ro. This is our sister, if she gets thrown in the dungeon for fornicating with our father’s current biggest rival, then we all go to the dungeon just for the hell of it.”
I scowled, “Why are we even thinking of the possibility of being thrown in a dungeon that doesn’t even exist?”
Rowan, bless her soul, could only roll her eyes and the infamous headache me and Aida were known to give her was what’s causing her to rub her temples. We just had that much effect on her—and our parents. It’s part of the Salvatore Charm, after all.
“Because if we’re not careful, that imaginary dungeon Mama constantly used against us might become a reality and Papa might be the one to created just for you—and us if we’re not careful.”
I wasn’t about to contest the argument, our father as much of a good King and father he had been for all three of us, he has his—quirks. I still feared the possibility of my actions and what’s even worse is what my mother would do to me if she finds out that I ruined her plan for all three of us.
I think it’s Mama whose gonna create the dungeon. That much I’m sure.
“I went to his Palace, and he showed me his home. He has a much bigger library than we do.” I spoke offhandedly not knowing really where to start with the story.
That fact did, however change the tune of my sister. Standing upright and practically shoving Aida away, her hands had now replaced Aida’s own on top of my shoulders. Her beaming hazel eyes now looked at me with a fiery intent.
“Tell. Me. Everything.”
