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“Princess Evelyn?” A male voice sounded through her bedroom door.

Evelyn, who had just arrived at her room, glanced up at the door from her bed.

Her bedroom walls were marble, accompanied with little random specks of grey and black, the ceiling was snow white and her floors were parallel to the ceiling in colour.

In the middle of the room was her bed, golden like the sun in all its glory. Sheets of pearl white and pillows of deep gold decorated it. A large gap between one of the walls and the bed.

Three carpets of creme surrounded the bed, highlighting it’s immense size.

A painting of Evelyn was hung up expertly to the right side of the bed, with a balcony and a snow sheer curtain to its one side and a creme elegant sofa on its other side.

The golden double doors were right in front of the bed, the first object of view upon entering, it was laced with elegant, intricate and expensive swirls.

Then, at the left of the bed was the large vanity, eloquently placed between two doors. One was the bathroom, the other was a walk-in closet. Worthy of a princess, and indeed that she was.

The vanity stood up high, countless of objects on its top, varying from makeup to perfume bottles to hair brushes.

Evelyn was on the bed, underneath her duvet. “Yes?” She called out to the voice.

Moments later, she heard faint murmurs, something along the lines of ‘see, now let me in!’.

Evelyn already knew who it was.

The doors soon opened to reveal Ivory.

Also know as, Evelyn’s best friend.

Ivory smiled at her friend’s form on the bed, then proceeded to enter with the same grace she was taught.

Ivo, Ivory’s father, was the Royal Adviser, in charge of counselling the King whenever needed. Consequently, Ivory was brought up in court alongside Evelyn.

As Ivory entered, with her face emotionless and focused on Evelyn, the doors were shut by the two guards outside. Once shut, Ivory decided to open her mouth.

“Don’t you look like utter shit.” The words spilt out of her mouth like wine from its bottle.

Evelyn’s tense shoulders relaxed unconsciously as a chuckle came out of her lips. “I’m aware of that. Thank you very much,” She joked.

She climbed out of her high bed and onto the carpet, slipping on her slippers. She was still dressed in the same outfit she had the night before, having hastily entered her room and jumped onto the bed.

She had an entire list of things she wanted to say to Ivory. She wanted to tell her that it’s over between her and Everest, and that she felt like how she looked, and that she was suffering inside from a war Everest had so kindly added conflict to. Except, she couldn’t because Ivory had no idea about Everest.

So instead she sighed, plastered on a smile and glanced up at Ivory, her back straight.

“Any news from the Royals?” She asked, walking across the room and to her vanity. She sat down at the golden plush vanity stool to untie her chocolate hair.

Ivory stood behind Evelyn, hands together on the middle of her chest, beautiful navy dress stuck to her body, long black hair tied up into a bun and face caked with makeup.

“Yes, actually,” She started, “Prince Braxton of the Kingdom of the Gold will be arriving here today in a few hours. Too soon, I’m aware but the Royals want to speed things up in the husband’s department. They, of course, expect you and him to get along really well.”

Evelyn sighed in annoyance, dropping her face to her hands. “Can they get any worse?!” She exclaimed.

The Royals were stuck up, proud and a greatly expectant bunch of Lords and Ladies who wanted Evelyn to be the best. They wanted marriage and alliances and meetings and plenty of more requests. They were perfectionists who couldn’t and didn’t settle for anything less than just that, perfection.

Ivory smiled at Evelyn, “In fact, yes. They want you and him to attend the ball together.”

Evelyn looked up at Ivory, confused, and asked, “What ball?”

“The one they’re holding here.”

Evelyn still stared at Ivory with her face plain and her eyebrows knitted together. “Since when?”

“Since today morning.” Ivory grinned evilly at Evelyn before turning her head and shouting out at the doors, “It’s time!”

As if on cue, the doors opened and in rushed in three servants. Two went straight to Evelyn and started to clean her up while the other went and opened the balcony door.

“By the way, Princess,” Ivory once more started, “meeting with your parents in twenty.” With that said, she turned and left the room.

“Princess Evelyn?” A male voice sounded through her bedroom door.

Evelyn, who had just arrived at her room, glanced up at the door from her bed.

Her bedroom walls were marble, accompanied with little random specks of grey and black, the ceiling was snow white and her floors were parallel to the ceiling in colour.

In the middle of the room was her bed, golden like the sun in all its glory. Sheets of pearl white and pillows of deep gold decorated it. A large gap between one of the walls and the bed.

Three carpets of creme surrounded the bed, highlighting it’s immense size.

A painting of Evelyn was hung up expertly to the right side of the bed, with a balcony and a snow sheer curtain to its one side and a creme elegant sofa on its other side.

The golden double doors were right in front of the bed, the first object of view upon entering, it was laced with elegant, intricate and expensive swirls.

Then, at the left of the bed was the large vanity, eloquently placed between two doors. One was the bathroom, the other was a walk-in closet. Worthy of a princess, and indeed that she was.

The vanity stood up high, countless of objects on its top, varying from makeup to perfume bottles to hair brushes.

Evelyn was on the bed, underneath her duvet. “Yes?” She called out to the voice.

Moments later, she heard faint murmurs, something along the lines of ‘see, now let me in!’.

Evelyn already knew who it was.

The doors soon opened to reveal Ivory.

Also know as, Evelyn’s best friend.

Ivory smiled at her friend’s form on the bed, then proceeded to enter with the same grace she was taught.

Ivo, Ivory’s father, was the Royal Adviser, in charge of counselling the King whenever needed. Consequently, Ivory was brought up in court alongside Evelyn.

As Ivory entered, with her face emotionless and focused on Evelyn, the doors were shut by the two guards outside. Once shut, Ivory decided to open her mouth.

“Don’t you look like utter shit.” The words spilt out of her mouth like wine from its bottle.

Evelyn’s tense shoulders relaxed unconsciously as a chuckle came out of her lips. “I’m aware of that. Thank you very much,” She joked.

She climbed out of her high bed and onto the carpet, slipping on her slippers. She was still dressed in the same outfit she had the night before, having hastily entered her room and jumped onto the bed.

She had an entire list of things she wanted to say to Ivory. She wanted to tell her that it’s over between her and Everest, and that she felt like how she looked, and that she was suffering inside from a war Everest had so kindly added conflict to. Except, she couldn’t because Ivory had no idea about Everest.

So instead she sighed, plastered on a smile and glanced up at Ivory, her back straight.

“Any news from the Royals?” She asked, walking across the room and to her vanity. She sat down at the golden plush vanity stool to untie her chocolate hair.

Ivory stood behind Evelyn, hands together on the middle of her chest, beautiful navy dress stuck to her body, long black hair tied up into a bun and face caked with makeup.

“Yes, actually,” She started, “Prince Braxton of the Kingdom of the Gold will be arriving here today in a few hours. Too soon, I’m aware but the Royals want to speed things up in the husband’s department. They, of course, expect you and him to get along really well.”

Evelyn sighed in annoyance, dropping her face to her hands. “Can they get any worse?!” She exclaimed.

The Royals were stuck up, proud and a greatly expectant bunch of Lords and Ladies who wanted Evelyn to be the best. They wanted marriage and alliances and meetings and plenty of more requests. They were perfectionists who couldn’t and didn’t settle for anything less than just that, perfection.

Ivory smiled at Evelyn, “In fact, yes. They want you and him to attend the ball together.”

Evelyn looked up at Ivory, confused, and asked, “What ball?”

“The one they’re holding here.”

Evelyn still stared at Ivory with her face plain and her eyebrows knitted together. “Since when?”

“Since today morning.” Ivory grinned evilly at Evelyn before turning her head and shouting out at the doors, “It’s time!”

As if on cue, the doors opened and in rushed in three servants. Two went straight to Evelyn and started to clean her up while the other went and opened the balcony door.

“By the way, Princess,” Ivory once more started, “meeting with your parents in twenty.” With that said, she turned and left the room.

Soon enough, Evelyn was all dolled up in her white gown that resembled a cloud. It flowed out in layers like feathers, perhaps even puffy. An intricate design of flowers and swirls decorated the dress perfectly, each flower drawn and stitched to utter elegance and each swirl serving its sophistication. The waist was gripping her tightly, highlighting what Evelyn was most secretly insecure of. The neckline was of a heart, a sheer white path steeped down between her breasts.

Her long chocolate hair was let down, covering her neck and most of her chest. She requested a small amount of makeup thus, she a had a simple yet elegant look.

“Here Princess,” Clio, one of Evelyn’s servants, handed Evelyn a pair of shoes as she sprawled on a smile.

Evelyn glanced away from her reflection in the mirror and smiled as she took the pair. She walked across the room and took a seat on her sofa.

“Hey Clio,” Evelyn started, slipping on the sandals.

Evelyn debated asking the question she wanted to ask. Mainly because she barely knew Clio but nevertheless, there was this unknown, vague, and mysterious feeling tugging at Evelyn’s mind and she just wanted to push it away.

But then you can’t really abandon a clingy emotion, can you?

Evelyn was heartbroken. She should’ve been crying or mourning the loss of her love but she wasn’t. As weird and slightly wrong it was, she felt grateful, grateful for the distraction.

Evelyn was so tarnished and broken, her body failed to register the immense loss. Perhaps it was because it didn’t really register that it was truly, utterly, completely over. Perhaps she believed that tomorrow she’d go out to the cabin and find him there, waiting patiently for her arrival.

Isn’t that what makes a loss even worse? That failed attempt to truly realize what precisely you have lost. Only then when you have, it is far too late.

“Yes?” Clio replied, standing in front of Evelyn, hands clasped together in front of her.

Evelyn had a silent, tranquil, peaceful brain. It was as if all the thoughts and feelings she assumed she would have had been thrown out.

She was feeling quite numb, nothing but the tug at the back. She just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, duty calls.

Evelyn smiled at her friend, deciding against asking her first question, “Can you please request for Lady Ivory?”

“Of course.” She turned and left.

Now Evelyn was all alone.

Evelyn glanced around her room, waiting for the pain to strike or the realization that it’s over. Except, nothing struck.

It seemed an eternity, or maybe just a couple of minutes, but the door opened and Ivory walked in. Dressed in the same attire, she stood in the middle of the bed and the door.

“Are you ready?” She cocked her head slightly to the side, facing Evelyn so she could get a good look at her.

“Yes. Let’s get this day over with.” Those six words seem to be her life motto. Evelyn always seemed to mutter the sentence.

The palace was called Adaline’s Palace, named after both the kingdom and Evelyn’s grandmother. It was a good four-story high silver-bricked building with countless towers and rooms. The main room, however, was the throne room. The throne room was a gigantic marble-walled room with two wide thrones made of gold to the back, an entire free space to its welcome.

Adaline’s Palace had a large field of green surrounding it, where the building was surrounded by fences. Further out where the brick houses of citizens.

The wooden doors of the throne room were pushed open by the guards, and Princess Evelyn sauntered in gracefully, Lady Ivory following a few feet behind. The countless of people in the room bowed their head in respect.

Evelyn put on a fake smile, a smile she had on when meeting royals or officials. Sweet and vague but threatening.

“Father, Mother,” The words flowed out of Evelyn’s glossy lips like rehearsed. She stood in front of them both, a good five feet from the thrones where they both sat and bowed a little, showing them the respect she did not have.

Evelyn’s father was a strong man, he was kindhearted and honest, everything a respectable ruler should be. He was exceptional at being a king, but being a good father was something he failed to learn how.

His hair was pale as snow, making him look like Santa Clause with his neatly trimmed facial hair and wrinkles. His eyes were ocean blue.

“Aaa, Evelyn,” Started the King Eleazar, “Just in time. Prince Braxton should be arriving now.” He gave her one last glance before he continued his conversation with one of the Royals in the room.

’Not even a ’Hello, my daughter, how was your damn day??” Evelyn thought to herself.

“Evalina!” The name was yelled out by her mother, who stood in her beige gown and hair put up in a bun. “You finally decided to leave your room and come to socialise?”

Evelyn cracked a small, fake smile and made her way towards her mother. She wrapped her arms around her mom, pulled away and said, “Hello, Mother.”

Evelyn’s eyes scanned the Queen’s face. Erika passed on her looks to her daughter, thus she was an older wrinkled version of Evelyn. The only difference with their features was the eyes. Erika had green orbs.

Evelyn had a mix of the blue from her father and the green from her mother.

The entrance door was slammed open as a group of people walked in.

Evelyn pulled away from her mother and inspected the lot.

They were all dressed up in suits, but the one who stood out the most was the one with a gold slash across his chest. He had a crown on his head, filled with rubies. His face was handsome no doubt, he had thick eyebrows and pointed chin. Cheekbones highlighting his chocolate brown eyes and jet black hair.

King Eleazar moved forward towards the man, shaking his hand, “Prince Braxton, a pleasure to see you again.” They both shared smiles.

Evelyn moved towards the pair, starting to introduce herself but she was cut off.

“You must be Princess Evelyn,” The Prince shook her hand, “You are more beautiful than I’ve been told.” He bent down, pressing his lips on her gentle hand before retreating and shooting her a million dollar smile.

Flattery, fastest way to a girl’s heart.′ Evelyn sarcastically thought.

As Evelyn parted her lips to reply, the door was once again opened and another group of people strolled in.

Their leader? It was Prince Everest of the Kingdom of the Orb.

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