Xaiden
It had been hours since I last slept, planning the revenge on Serena, even in my head while sleeping. Now that I think, what circumstances have had been that I started to loathe her, I can't even manage calling out her name. Yet, standing besides her in the meeting felt oddly......nice—like too natural.
"urgh," unable to sleep, I rolled off the bed.
Walking through the mansion of this cold, large residency.
I stopped by the weapon room — my personal weapon room. I loved stopping by it whenever I could not sleep, which was far too often now.
I pulled out my sword. It was black as night, forged with steel so dark it swallowed the candlelight around it. Yet what drew my eyes, as always, was the green ribbon tied to the end of its hilt. Faded, frayed, and yet somehow alive. The edges fluttered slightly in the cold air, like it still breathed — like it remembered something I didn't.
I ran a thumb along the ribbon's knot. It was tight, old. I had tried to untie it once, maybe twice, but it never moved — as if it refused to let go of me. And truth be told, I didn't push too hard. Something about it felt wrong to undo.
I couldn't remember who had tied it. Couldn't even remember when I first noticed it there. For all I knew, it had been part of the sword since before I learned to wield it. Still, every time I looked at it, a strange weight settled in my chest — a memory that refused to surface.
Some nights, I imagined a pair of hands tying it for me — smaller than mine, delicate, careful. A laugh I couldn't quite place. A voice, maybe. Or a name. The thoughts always came when the moonlight hit the blade just right, and the ribbon glimmered like emerald fire.
I exhaled and sheathed the sword again, shaking off the feeling.
"It's just a ribbon," I muttered to myself. "Just a piece of cloth."
But even as I said it, the knot seemed to tighten — as if the sword disagreed.
"Hmm, it still has blood on it" I used a clothe to clean the blood just as I was about to put it back, I saw a reflection of myself, dark bags underneath my eyes, barely shaved beard and hair too long. Suddenly I thought, what might they be thinking about me at the council meeting office?
Not them, Serena, what might she have possibly thought of?
I placed Draventh back to it's place and walked my way to my room
Adder asked "sire, what have you thought of what to wear for the Sun Gala ?" when I was sitting at the dinning table, long enough for sixteen people and he served me food.
"What place is organising it this year?"
"The Thalorien empire, your highness,"
" I see, than Caulious the cauliflower has the responsibility this year."
"your highness, you're not kids anymore, you should have some respect for him."
" sure, I will, when he proves he have some worth of my respect,"
I chuckled as Adder shook his head.
Adder suggested" Lady Serena has an appointment at the Valencia boutique tomorrow, I think thee should go too,"
" With her?"," not happening, I'll book another one"
"yes, sire!"
I ate silently as there was no one to bug me or nag me about buying attires for the summer gala .
I am lucky, Adder wasn't persistent on this one, no one has the gall to go against when him, not even I.
After finishing my food I performed my daily routine which were,
5:00am- waking up (though never slept)--- done
5:30am- alone training----done
7:00am- silent breakfast(not silent when Adder was nagging)—done
8:00am-council affairs—doing
12:30pm—inspection of the guards---
3:00pm-more work and lunch together-
6:00pm- evening ride-
7:00pm-more work and meetings-
11:30pm- dinner-
12:00am-back to weapon room—
12:30am—trying to sleep—
And than follow it all again.
It was tiresome, I want some rest, some mental peace, which I can not apparently not.
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