Once upon a debonair prince

sister's clash?

" Oh Aunt Aire,it's not time yet but I already hear wedding bells in the air"

" Please do not exaggerate Cyril,it's joyful news of Azalea's wedding but It shouldn't make you bicker all day long. My ears are already sore from your loud words." The younger girl ignored the remark and kept her dreamy state intact,not minding her aunt.

" Azalea should be dressed in flowers and also,the most beautiful gown in the whole kingdom and....."

" And" her aunt cut in ," you don't decide whatever your sister wears or however the wedding will be held Cyril"

" Leave me be Aunt Cyril,now is not the time for you to attack me with your hostile words." She said with a frown.

" I do not speak hostile words,I only speak what is to be and nothing else do not mistake my words." She wished her troublesome niece would go away,she cared for her but she wanted solidity but she wouldn't give her that. How she wished for her other niece's presence. She needed to talk to the gal.

" But isn't it surprising the news of Azalea's wedding?"

" It isn't to me but It would be if you ever get a suitor, dear Cyril"

" Well,it'll be a surprise to you now that I already have found love" With satisfaction in seeing the shock and unbelief on her aunt's face,she folded her arms and relaxed back in the chair. Her aunt had always ridiculed her and her ambitions, putting her and her sister in high comparison,it irritated her but God knew she tried all she could to put her temper in a cage for venting her anger on her aunt would put her in great trouble. Her father adored her too much and wouldn't care to put even his own daughter in the dungeon at the slightest tear from her aunt's eyes. It was pathetic ,all of it.

" Might you tell me who the unlucky fellow is?"

" He is Ospis" she blurted out

" The horseboy?!" Her mistake then,her aunt rendered great hatred to anyone below her status and her stupidity caused such irritated look from her.

" We are in love Aunt" she said pointly and realised again what great a mistake that was again.

" That is nonsense Cyril,he doesn't befit you. There is suppose to be no bollocks between the both of you. And what if your father hears of it, why, he'll have you sent off to a nunnery where you'll live your last days sweeping floors and feeding dilapidated children in sheer misery and regret." She shook her head " I pray for no such thing for you dear Cyril. Your wild escapades has done enough damage to your image"

Cyril rolled her eyes.

" Do you plan to tell him?"

" Of course, he'll never trust me again if he found out that I've kept such a secret from him but I'll keep my lips sealed if you cut off whatever thing you have for that horseboy and promise not to see him nolonger"

" I'm afraid I cannot do that. I love him and that's that,when I give my word,I never take it back so I won't start making promises that I cannot keep Aunt Aire" she stood with such abruptness that terrified her aunt. " I'll go seek company elsewhere dear Aunt,I'll see you at dinner" And with that,she walks out of the room.

" Lord help that child,I fear for her" she said lastly,and shook her head.

Cyril tried all she could not to break into a run but failed to do so. She'd chosen to go to her room but instead decided to have a few words with her sister before being summoned by her father. It filled her with dread of the possibility of being sent to a nunnery but she'll come up with something,she was sure of it.

She knocked lightly as she stood afront a door, pushed it open and stepped in.

" This behavior of yours doesn't seem to leave you no matter how many times I've told you to drop it. I haven't invited you in and you're already walking in as if it is yours" Her sister's gentle but cool voice aired and she smiled. She could always rely on her even as their differences futhered them apart.

She'd always envied her sister's wider chamber since she was a child but now,she realised how much her own chamber pleased and suited her.

Azalea's sharp green eyes warmed up as they saw her and a disturbed smile graced her lips. Something bothered her and Cyril was known for hitting questions right on the nail cause her curiosity always got the better of her.

" What's wrong Azalea?". Only Cyril and her aunt had the effrontery to address her with only her name. They were the only two persons she abhorred and loved at the same time,only that Azalea much preferred her sister's company to that of her aunt's. She moved to sit on the bed with Azalea as she dropped the book she held. She'd been reading.

" Nothing that should be of concern to you Princess Cyril."

" Oh drop the courtesy Azalea,no one is near us,we are in your room for heaven's sake."

" We must both showcase courtesy at all times and in all places Princess Cyril. It will do you good to adapt to that since you're already on Father's watch"

" Oh don't speak of the old man please,death will do him good if not an understanding heart"

" Oh Cyril,he's our father,do not speak of him with such disrespect". Cyril gave out a laugh at her sister's error.

" Nolonger showing courtesy at all times are you Azalea?" She paused and also joined in laughing with her sister at her mistake. Although,hers is low and subtle than her sister's unchecked one.

" You tire me Cyril, sometimes I wish I could be more like you. Care free,not with a worry of the world,filled with laughter and doesn't care of people's dislike for her character.". Cyril grinned. With Azalea,she felt favored. It wasn't the forced polite manner that she always carried with her in public but with her,she always spoke truth and didn't try to pretend.

" You're such an old soul dear Azalea,no wonder you're so much adored, knowing when to pass about compliments at the right time. You wouldn't want to be in the trouble I am in as right now. You are better be just you"

" You're a sweet thing Cyril but your wildness clouds it."

She smiled brightly. She thought of things to say and decided to inquire of her wedding plans.

" I was just with Aunt Aire discussing your wedding"

" And how did it turn out?"

" In a dispute as always.". She didn't know of Ospis and she didn't plan to tell her. It's better the secret affair rests only on her and Aunt Aire' s lips. And on Ospis's too as well she thought with a smile. She couldn't wait to see him again tonight,she just hoped her aunt would stall till she had a plan.

" Cyril is in her pile of dreams again" her sister's words snapped her out of her thinking zone and she hurried the question " what do you think about love Azalea?" Azalea gave her a wry look and hesitated with her answer. She knew her sister was the dreamish sort and her answer will no other but shatter whatever belief she had for the feeling but as much as she didn't want to tarnish it,she didn't want to lie to her sister. Some day, she'll have to face reality with braveness and get married off too,like her and become a wife and queen to her king's kingdom if her prince charming doesn't come to cart her away to his fortress. She prayed the latter would take place for she had high hopes for her sister and being forced to get married wasn't one of them. Hers came sooner than later.

So instead she replied with " love is a marvelous but infactuated feeling Cyril. You shouldn't bother about it,it does no one any good."

" But you are you get wedded soon, aren't you in love with your future husband?"

“I haven't met him”

Azalea cringed at the awed and angered look on Cyril's face. Looked like she'd have to tell her actuality now than later.

" The wedding isn't taking place in Camalet Cyril,I'm leaving tomorrow to get married to the king of Camelot. I was planning on seeing you before you came in just now" She rushed trying to bring up reasons why but her sister's vexation and swift movement from the bed made her cease.

“Were you? You don't tell me anything Azalea, you've never come to seek me,I always come to you!” She was hurt,very hurt. If she hadn't come to meet her ,she wouldn't have seen her sister tomorrow and the other days and her curiosity and worriness for her sister's disappearance would kill her before her next birthday.

Her silence proved her point even more right. Of course she wouldn't have come to inform her.

“ Try to understand Cyril, I'm in a rugged position right now.”

“And what am I in? Fluffy pillows with butterflies?" She gesticulated with her hands " You apparently don't care about my opinion and consideration Azalea and it pains me. So much.”

“ It wasn't my fault, Father told me not to tell you cause he knew you'd act in this way. He planned to tell you himself and leave me out of the emotional crisis”

Those last words made her hurt and anger flip.

She took the vase from the bedside table and flinged it across the room. Azalea didn't flinched, Cyril's anger did surprise but didn't scare her and she didn't know why she didn't feel fear.

“ Emotional crisis? You are no other than a wretched, uncaring sister,a pretentious public worker and a prude. I so much hate you and nothing can ever change that now that your true self has showcased. I hope you enjoy your cursed marriage to your groom ,dear Azalea" And with that,she walked out of her sister's chamber and life,till fate decided when to bring them both together again...

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