Olivia Bills
868 Words
Putting on my shades–yes, I’ve opted for some mysterious confidence boost–I took my first shaky step down, for some reasons I was feeling extremely nervous and self-conscious right now. Why was the security so tight here?
Maybe because their prime minister was coming, by the way where was she?
Speaking of which I saw another group of soldiers marching towards the chopper, led by a lady dressed in a hot pink shiny one piece with a tube up, covered with a white coat, paired with a set of white heel boots. Her hair was in a tight high pony in contrast to my openly flying locks, dancing wildly in the open wide space.
With a twenty–four carat smiles plastered on her face she patiently waited for me to get down, followed by Miranda and Joey who stood by my side as if we were here for a diplomatic cease discussion.
“With the deepest sincerity in my heart I welcome you to Nicoman State.”
Her voice was so cold, vividly calm too, a very dangerous combination, as if she has seen so much in such an early age that whatever she wants to convey looks extremely emotionless. But I could still feel the little bit of joy in her welcoming.
For such an attractively striking lady she really did have a very strong voice. “I am Olivia Bills, the Prime Minister of Nicoman State, and hereby officially pay my respect to you.”
I was surprised on how everyone was in sync, the moment Olivia bowed her head down, I saw all the soldiers around me giving a ninety–degree bow, and they waited until Olivia lifted her head. This felt so unreal and pre–republic.
“Thank you. Vhrea Ashtrick.” I offered her my hand.
I am not someone who would make pre perceptions of someone just because my ears were filled something against them. They called her snake, but I couldn’t see that yet in her.
She shook my hand, her palm was rougher than it looked, as if she has been doing manual labouring for a very long time. “There is a small problem, Miss Ashtrick.”
I nodded for her to continue, “We’ve recovered weapons and ammunition from your luggage sets. For security reasons I need to confiscate them.”
“They were cleared.” I replied, finding this situation turning into something extremely negative, as if she simply wanted to have a row with me and start on a negative foot.
Every paper, and registration was clearly checked before being loaded and now she tells me it shall be confiscated.
Riddle clue less!
“I don’t want any further inconvenience for you in the future. I will have to follow the procedure and it will be delivered to you. For national security.”
Did she just accuse me of being a foreigner? And trying to not be a responsible citizen. If not, yet I felt that.
“I don’t agree to it.”
“Sorry to break it to you that I wasn’t asking. I was informing you Miss Ashtrick.”
Who does she think she is to make me feel insulted right in front of everyone? All she needs to do is send my luggage with me. Will she become powerless if she does that?
She just wants to show everyone present here to choose the side of the boat carefully. First step in Gabriel’s lair and I am being already pulled into politics I don’t have idea about.
“I am your supposed future Queen and this is how I get welcomed here? With fake smiles and bows? And insults?”
“I wouldn’t want to go in the space where we are talking about titles. You may be at disadvantage right now. And I have the power to let the luggage go, but I need to follow the procedure.” Olivia’s voice was colder than before, as if she was suddenly offended with the mention of positions, and she had a point in not bringing up titles because I still didn’t have one yet.
“Would you do the same with Gabriel?” I asked her, to check where her temperament stands; loyalty to the supposed procedure or the King?
“No. He is the King, and we don’t call him by name. His Majesty it is.”
I rolled my eyes at the mention of His Majesty. What an irony!
“Stand by your words then. I don’t like people who are fickle.” I said resigning from the argument which felt useless because I didn’t have any use of the weapons anyhow.
“I will Miss Ashtrick. Would you like to retire to your chambers? You must’ve had had a long journey.”
I could totally see through her last statement being not genuine at all, she was just playing complimentary as if being here to receive me was a waste of her time and I was some worthless person whom she has to entertain only because someone has favoured me.
“I would like to not spend my time with you. Thank you.”
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