The played love
762 Words
If Thalia had to describe the court with just one word, that word would probably be terrifying.
People were running everywhere. Some were carrying baskets, others pulling carts, filled with wood. The children were jumping in the mud and the adults scolded them not to get their clothes dirty.
In one not so muddy area, a tall boy shot a bow while yelling at the little children, to move away if they didn’t want to end up punctured.
Thalia helped Elenora step out of the carriage.
A small boy and a girl ran past them, followed by a large dirty dog. The bear-looking dog crashed into Thalia, knocking her down. She fell back onto the carriage and was now covered in mud and dirt. The dog then raced away as if nothing had happened.
Thalia got back on her feet and tried to get rid of the stains on her grey dress. They didn’t want to go away. Elenora had warned her before, not to do any scene, and right now she was looking at her like she wanted Thalia dead. Her green eyes were filled with poison. There was no sign about the frightened girl from the carriage.
“Miss Callone,” shouted the man, dressed in a sumptuous purple suit with a fluffy collar, “welcome!”
Elenora smiled politely and bowed as low as she could, nearly touching the floor with her head. She glanced at Thalia and urged her to do the same. Thalia wasn’t as glamourous as Elenora, but she still tried to elegantly nod her head, though she looked more like a horse stretching for food.
“Your Highness. I am honoured that you have invited me.”
The king’s smile was full of hunger. He bowed, then spoke in a deep voice.
“Let me introduce you to my son, prince Daniel Alaric Aymon, heir to the throne of the Luettgon family.”
Daniel bowed too, and his gaze immediately slid over Elenora’s body.
Elenora had a short and slim figure. Her body was at the age of fifteen, not fully developed, but it was obvious that she would grow into a beautiful woman. Her cheeks were blushed and made her look healthy and happy. She had a straight-edged nose that Thalia envied so much.
Elenora’s bright green eyes shone in the autumn sun of the morning, and Daniel, who was completely taken away by them, could barely mouthed “Pleased to meet you.”
Daniel’s melodic voice enchanted Elenora, and she stared at him with a dazzling smile. She looked so in love with him that Thalia almost vomited. It was all just a game, but Elenora played her part perfectly. Even if Daniel looked like a wet rat and drooled all over his chin, they would be married in a few months, as everything had been arranged in advance. Husbands and wives did not see each other often after the wedding, so there was no need to have the most beautiful partner. Well, the future queen and king still had to look nice, not like peasants.
However, it definitely didn’t hurt that Daniel looked like a well-built human being. He had broad shoulders and a muscular torso. His figure was athletic, and it looked like he was working out regularly. A light blue shirt, that he was wearing, fitted his body superbly. He had light brown eyes and a shade of darker hair, tied in a ponytail.
The only thing that didn’t suit him were the side-whiskers, which made him look older. It looked as he was around twenty-five-year-old because of them.
Another boy stepped beside the king, still clutching a bow in his hands. His face was muddy, but his amber eyes shone right through it.
He was about an inch taller than Daniel, with equally dark brown hair.
“Father,” he nodded to the king, turned to Elenora, and bowed politely.
His eyes mischievously watched Elenora. Maybe it would be better to say they were scanning Elenora almost as fiercely as Daniel’s.
The boy with the bow peeped at his father and waited to be introduced. There was a tense silence felt between them for a few seconds. Then the king cleared his throat and introduced another son.
“Nicholas Sargon Aymon Luettgon, my younger son.” His voice was muffled. He did not want Nicholas here.
Elenora smiled sweetly at Nicholas, bowed, then devoted her attention back to Daniel.
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