Golden Promise

Adelphia

The sound of children's laughter bristled through the atmosphere. Baker gets their daily bread, and fishermen docking their boats and boasting about who got the bigger catch, alcohol still presents in their system. 

A sense of peace that covered the city of Enola like a blanket. However, unrest and anxiety lay dormant in the shadows. The shadows being the palace. "Your Highness, I beg of you. We cannot risk sending any more ninvals to track down young Nyla. You've already heard what had happened in Milfon." The concerned pleading voice belonged to Jamie Anton. She was an old, beautiful woman. Her thick ginger hair was placed in a bun, with streaks of white hair cupping the edge of her face. Her skin was warm beige with freckles decorating the part where the eyes could see. The person she was begging was none other than the governess of Enola. governess Adelphia Egor was a large woman in height. Standing at 6'10, she towered over most of her people, including her husband. She wore a leather tailored gown with a golden belt wrapped around her waist. Her long jet black hair was placed on her shoulders. 

A crown missing from her head. Her neck was decorated with the best jewellery the city had to offer. Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes as green as the vast green lands this city had. A large aged scar ran down her left eye and another aged scar ran across from her left cheek to her right. A massive iced axe laid silently by her side as she sat on her iced throne. She looked down on the maid before. A mocking smile was placed on her lips. Eyes void from any emotion and menacing.

"You dare question my actions. You dare ask to halt the search for the princess." She boomed at the old lady. "No, my lady. I only ask that we not use the ninvals." Jamie continued meekly begging. "The answer is no, you fat f**k! Now move from her sight." A high toned male's voice echoed across the throne room. Jamie scurried off, scared out of her wits. However, before she could reach the door, a trail of ice reached her legs quickly freezing her whole body. As soon as she was ice, the governess got up, grabbed her axe and threw it at the statue. Breaking it in an instance. 

"Aren't you a little on edge? " The newcomer asked, a smirk present on his face. The snobby voice belonged to Lucian Egor. A tall, pale boy with a petite build. His hair was pitch black like his tyrant mother and his eyes were ice blue. His cheeks were hollow and his thin pale lips were chapped. Some people couldn't tell whether the young boy was on the brink of death or his beauty choices were absurd. 

"You know damn well why I'm like this Lucian. That stupid, ill brother of yours has made me nothing but sick." She snarled. Lips curled in disgust and eyes darkened with anger. "He's ill because he chooses to lay with men?" He questioned, voice daring her to admit it. "That's exactly why it goes against the very basis of morality!" "So does senseless murder." He pointed at Jamie's shattered body. 

"That's different." She croaked out. "Indeed it is, one's harmful and the other is harmless." Lucian was pushing it, that he knew. However, he needed to understand why she was so adamant about getting his failure of a brother back. "He's of no use mother. Let him go." Adelphia walked up to Lucian taking long, powerful strides. "He's the key to everything that I want.  He's the key to my power, and you suggest letting him go?" Menacing. It was the only thing to describe her tone. Lucian would have been stupid to say anything that wouldn't appease her. Alas, stupid he was. 

"Yes." A loud sound echoed around the throne room, followed by the excruciating pain on his left pale cheek. He stared at the ground with wide eyes. She's never raised her hand against him. She then placed a cold, boney hand on his cheek, caressing the mark." My dear sweet boy. You may be the apple of my eye but don't ever tell me what to do nor question my reasons." She then kissed his forehead. 

"Now be on your way. You've dampened my mood." Adelphia walked towards the large ice glazed window and ran a pale hand over her face. She had absolutely enough of everything. Sena had to fall or she would be the target of Barcroft's wrath. Her strongest fighter, her son, had been seen in Milfon. The damned child might as well be the very end of her, but he was the key to success and power and she would do anything to obtain that very key.