The Queen of Nothingness

Prince

When I was younger, I had done a mistake that caused the two countries to depart from one another.

Regrettably, that day was an Independence Day though I incredibly ruined it with majorly injuring their crown prince. And it wasn't accidental as most would assume.

The remarks he commented, saying it suited me, were the key to unlock the encased bubbling lava of anger within me. My lips had twitched to retaliate although my father stated to ignore such things like that and just agree to everything he says since he had been chosen by the King of Laxarda himself to be the heir thus he stood a step higher than me in terms of status.

Although he might be the heir, from what was going around the castle, that young man I met back then was not the King's child but a nephew since he and his wife could not conceive an offspring to be born. Rumors said that they once had a baby until the Queen had a miscarriage. It must've been painful for her, losing a child like that and not even knowing whether it's gender.

If my memories told me right, the prince whom I suddenly attacked on out of nowhere almost died from blood loss and it was my gravely fault to begin with. It was a good thing that not a preparation for a war started because of what ridiculousness I had done.

Instead of fire ravaging from village to village, swords clashing with iron and steel and blood dripping through the open scars that were drawn, the Kingdom of Laxarda warned me and let my actions slip pass by since I was the princess of a powerful empire for starters and I was lucky enough not to be named a murderer.

He survived my ambush yet the empire and his kingdom were enemies as the world knew of this day.

But why was he here, standing before me with his dark prussian blue orbs staring down, enflaming with hidden intentions and locking onto mine.

The couple bobbed their heads. Freakishly, the whites from their eyes enlarged. Their open mouths spoke of no words only uttering the silence and severe fever to rummage around the elevator.

Rats. This man pertained to the couple as a vermin. Although they did spoke of such irritable things to me, they hadn't known of my identity back then. But even so, the couple shouldn't have had judge a book by its cover.

"Shouldn't you scurry off now that you've reach your floor?" A quizzical smile that stripped him of his potently consuming gaze had marked on his beige skin. It held deeper objectives that the couples had dare not ty to resolve their humiliation anymore.

Both the two nobles whose names I didn't acquire fled away, heads bowed lower in shame as they passed by the Laxarda prince.

The royal red cape strapped behind his back flew when he stepped inside the metallic floating box with me, the floor thumped to every move his feet made. He turned to the doors, preparing for the departure, yet he stood beside me. I had not noticed until I had done it but out of wariness, my feet dragged my whole body to squirm on the corner of the box whereas the awkward silence intoxicated the oxygen we breathed in.

Tightened lips pushed against each other, battling the words I restricted to carry out. The ringing noise in my ear foretold the quietness, industriously forging a wall to be constructed between us.

"I don't bite, you know. In case you haven't noticed, I helped you get rid of them quickly." His words floated on air, not looking at my way.

Tall and broad shoulders with structured muscles sculpted his body. The prince was only a year older than me yet a thousand callouses had bore on his flesh, throughout his hands.

Gripping a sword was much harder than it looked like though my siblings made it looked easy enough for the large and heavyweight blade to be slashed around.

His body was inscribed of achievements which focused on establishing his name to be the king.

Without a word, I stood in cautiousness of him. I had almost killed him and it was not something one would forgive so easily. When he parted his lips, I expected rash and worsened things he'd like to say in the nine years we hadn't seen each other.

"How are you? It's been so long, isn't it?" He gazed at me. The dull irises suddenly glowed and met mine.

Blood rushed to my ears in embarrassment of myself just standing around and nothing to say like an i***t. I barely spoke, my soft voice filled the breeze with a calming but brittle sensation.

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking," I said and evaded his gaze, looking down at my boots.

It had been quite for ages and my mind wandered off to question his name in the midst of finding my memories with him. I had forgotten about it, though surely I'd remember what I called him in maybe a little later minute.

He chuckled. A lop-sided grin enabled the warmth the dance around us. "You don't look fine. What in the world are you wearing? Shouldn't you be in hideous gowns and torturous high heels?"

"Hideous? Torturous?" My head tilted in confusion as a brow slightly raised. A vociferous laugh echoed inside the elevator. Only when it ended when I had come to the realization that it escaped from my mouth. Discarding my unladylike attitude, I flushed, clearing my throat and setting the tranquility back to the mood. "It sounds like your words have come from experience."

His lips pursued, eyes rolling to the ceiling of the elevator then eyeing back at me. The giggles he released vibrated all over his entire body while he lifted his hand to place it on top of my head, screwing up my perfectly tied ponytail. The broad smile muttered several insults and he taunted one out loud, "You don't even remember me, do you?"

Shifty eyes endeavored the truth. Dishonesty crawled from its tomb and the typical side of me woke up from deep slumber even though I confined my blabbering mouth of lies which I shouldn't practice anymore. "Erroneous! You are absolutely mistaken, Your Highness. I do know you, very well as a matter of fact."

"Of course you know me very well." The prince removed his hand from my head, kept the infuriating grin plastered on his face and straightened out his caped cloak before leaving the rising elevator. "You even have the guts to make me your dress up doll and drag me around any where and everywhere you want," he stated before the doors opened and left my sight.

"I-" Frozen in disbelief along with my humongous and perhaps too much bravery, I blinked more than a few times and stammered by myself, even though knowing that he had walked away.

That couldn't possibly be me, could it? I mused, mouth opened wide in astonishment of the discovery.

My memories told me nothing about him except that he was soon to be the king, I almost committed murder, and almost caused a war between two mighty kingdoms. Scanning for the remembrances, I remembered no name and no other flashbacks. Just the faces of whom I met back when we held a true alliance.

Thinking about it, how come only little things were those that I know of? Perhaps I just forgot it deliberately over time? Well, that might be possible since it was practically a long time ago.

However, too much of it were those that I didn't remember. Strange but perhaps it really was just an olden and ancient memory in my mind, though curiosity would often get the better of me and I carelessly wanted to know things I ought not need to learn.

Knowledge held great power and with too much of it on the palm of my hands, I would be in grave danger.

But it wouldn't hurt it I knew just a little thing about, would it?

Before the metallic doors closed, I leaped to the the other side and veered my head to the right sided hallway, where the prince went.

Unfortunately, no questions will be answered on this night. He had disappeared to his room already and with multiple doors attached to the walls, it would take hours before I see him. Though, it hit me hard that I could perhaps see him again in another day.

I pushed the door of my designated room. Quickly plopping onto the queen sized bed decorated with lavender bedsheets and pillows as soft as a marshmallow, I sighed.

Curiosity should not get the better of me or else it would kill me in ways I'd not expect.

Tons of problems ran around my head. In the end, it would all still center on the coordinates of my brother who might be lost or still trapped in the hands of my foes who desired my power.