Chapter 12 The Meeting Room
At the big round table set up for the meeting, everyone is already sitting in their assigned chairs.
We all exchanged greetings as we awaited the King's entrance and the commencement of the conference.
I was seated between my brother and Vladimir; in front of me is Sir Ramsbury, and beside him is the Princess.
OMG, the two protagonists of this novel are in front of me again; this is so cool.
My fingers under the table were twitching and sweating because I was anxious. Even though I can't see them, I can tell that some individuals are looking at me; I must not let them make me feel threatened. Someone in this space is to blame for the accident. I must find some clues.
We stand and bow to greet the king. "WE GREET HIS MAJESTY, THE SUN OF CHROLEXIA."
I took a peek at the king; he indeed had the aura of a king. I was about to sit down when suddenly he looked in my direction.
It startled me. He smiled and said, "My lady Mullens, how are you?"
Harrice said, "My lady is bold and clever; you certainly have the blood of the Mullens."
The House Voce's heir, who is now 24 years old.
Harrice Voce, allegedly inherited the energy of the lightning stone.
He is known for being a brilliant inventor in the Kingdom, creating magic stones for different technologies.
The two appeared to be shooting electric shards and daggers as they stared at one another.
They are seated in opposite corners of the room.
I was seated between my brother and Vladimir, with Sir Clyde in front of me and the Princess in front of him.
Vladimir has been silent for a while, so I had assumed he would be quiet, but he obviously despises Clyde, and so this happened.
Everyone was quite for a moment when suddenly the King spoke.
*clears throat*
*wine class shattered*
I wonder... It looks like the king is facing the same problem as I am. Is that why he is asking me such a question? or does he know who the culprit is?
My brother held my hand and looked at me. His face is telling me, "I did a great job." I wasn't aware that my hands were all sweaty and trembling because I was too nervous in front of the king.
Anyway, the conversation went on to the main agenda.
Damien... *heartbeats*
Is this normal? Every time I see Damien, my heart beats irregularly.
I heard him chuckle, pat me lightly on the head, and say, "It's alright, do you like my company that much, my lovely Estelle?"
I would like to kiss him.
WHAT!? What am I thinking? What's going on with me? Be awake, Estelle! I hit my face to bring me back to consciousness.
*thunder*
I look up into the sky while still cupping my face. Hmm? Is it going to rain?
Vladimir's POV
I was looking for Estelle, she suddenly left the room when the conference ended. I was about to look for her when the princess grabbed my arm and invited me for tea. I declined, but the King interrupted and insisted on having tea with them. These people are full of sh*t.
The princess and I are acquaintances, which explains why she comes across as so confident while speaking to me.
When she traveled to see her brother in a neighboring kingdom, I served as her guardian, but that was in the past.
I don't feel as close to her as she did to me because, at that time, I missed Estelle every day and couldn't stop thinking about her.
After the tea with the royalty, I excused myself and continued searching for Estelle.
I went to the garden since Estelle loves flowers.
However, when I finally saw her, she was with someone else.
I don't know what they said to me, but I quickly hid under the bushes and eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Wait," "Yes, my lady?"
"Oh my! My apologies I was not in my right mind, grabbing your arm like that is such an insolent act."
"It's alright, Do you like my company that much, my lovely Estelle?"
"Yes, I like you."
"It sounds confessional, but I get it. Let's have some tea together when we meet again. Is that to your liking?"
"Y-Yes, and I'm sorry"
"Don't be, then, see you soon."
As soon as my rage began to build, the roses in the garden slowly began to wither. Why would she want to touch a man's arm?
This feeling of jealousy is indeed an abhorrent emotion.
I need to cool down, think straight, and be patient.
Estelle is mine.