It was a Monday morning, with the happy atmosphere as always. The storm had passed and there was no sign of it. The people filled the whole streets. Some people were mothers who came to buy groceries for the daily needs. Some were men who were going to hunt or for opening their shops. There were small kids who ran around the pathways. There were small wooden carriages that went on the road. there was also a fountain in the middle when all the streets converged. The fountain consisted of a marble statue of a young maiden who had a long pot in hand. then the water came out of the maiden's pot. There were small potted flowering plants on the windows of the ladies.
Then one carriage went past the building and shops. This carriage was red in colour and had golden linking on the sides. It also had golden wheels and it was attached to the carriage in stunning manner. The carriage was lead by two beautiful and healthy white horses. There was also red curtains inside. This carriage was richly looking and so beautiful that everyone in the street made way for it to pass. They knew the status of the people inside the majestic carriage.
"It should one of the royal blood. Look at that golden emblem."
"I heard that the 1st prince had been in another place for studies. He must be back."
" I also heard that the 5th princess had been with the 1st prince to bring him back."
Inside the carriage were two people. One was a young girl with wavy brown hair and beautiful and sparkling blue eyes. Blue eyes were common among the royal family of Asgard. She wore a beautiful green gown that had golden coloured silk as the belt. She also wore small green gloves and a beautiful chain with an emerald stone in the middle. This girl, whose name was Margaret, was the 5th princess of the kingdom. She was 16 year of age and still she is acting like a 10 year old.
Her companion was a male whose was reasonably tall and had a handsome countenance. It was chiselled with a fair skin tone. He had silky like golden brown hair and had dark but sparkling cyan eyes. He wore a violet tunic with a lighter violet suit inside which also had a white vest inside it and black pants. He also had a white napkin that was tried around his neck and a violet cloak over his shoulder. He was the 1st prince of Asgard, he was Prince Lawrence.
He had been in London for his studies since he was 8. It was because of his eyes. All royals had magic powers. Their eyes were the ones that say it. All royals were blessed with blue eyes. But, Lawrence was the first royal to have another colour. He was thus considered 'impure'. So, not to let anyone know he was sent away at a young age. But soon enough, they understood their ridiculous actions and decided to bring him back. That is why he is here now, riding in the carriage with his sister.
"Brother Law, was there any juicy stories back in London?" Margret asked, so excited that her sky like eyes had stars twinkling in them. Lawrence chuckled, she never change, does she?
"Meg, I don't stop around the place to hear the baseless gossips among women." He tells her, smiling. "Brother Law is too boring!" She pouts her lips and crosses her arms at him. He laughs and says,"Well... there was one...." That brightens Margret's face and she said "What is it?" "There was a small problem back there, a student confessed to a teacher and they went into a relationship. The teacher was fired and the student expelled." "Because it's a student-teacher relationship?! I hate that principal already." She said angrily. Lawrence then said,"That's not the major problem. Both of them were males." "I Wanna Kill That Damn Principal." Margret's face turned into a dark and evil one. "Seriously what so wrong with this people? Can't they just accept these poor guys? Why can't they feel the situation of these people?" Margret said very sadly. Lawrence just stared at her. Margret had been always a kind hearted person since he knew her. She is open minded and never cared about the mentally written rules of the society. But what she said is true. These people never asked to be..... who they are now. Then, Margret said, "Brother Law, um.... why....why isn't ....your friend....." Before she could complete her question, Lawrence understood her intention. She is enquiring about his best friend Eric. Eric is the crown prince of Nethilor, another kingdom. He will be a powerful ally in future. "My my, Meg... you should have told me sooner... I would have arranged everything." Lawrence began to put on a show of his sarcasm filled acting. Margret could not understand what he was talking about. "W...what?" "My dear dear sister is growing up. She is already in love with my best friend!" This time she got on. "BROTHER LAW, STOP THIS!" Her face was red with embarrassment and she beated Lawrence's chest angrily. But for a 23 year old man these punches are like playful ones.
By the time Margret calmed down, they reached the castle. The castle was made of white walls with towers and had blue roofs. The front area had a grand fountain and there were beautiful flowers in the side ways. The flowers consisted of beautiful violet, white and red roses. There were dandelions, daisies, irises, orchids, bluebells, tulips, lavender and much more. There were short palm trees too. This made the front of the white castle majestic.
Both of them got out of the carriage. Lawrence took in a deep breath. After 15 years of studying in another place, he had finally returned home. Margret saw his uneasiness and doubtfulness, so she gave him a little push with an assuring face. He smiled. He was relieved to have her by his side. As he walked in, he saw the interior of the castle was illuminated with golden lights. There were many chandeliers too. There were many painting on the hallway. The floor was done with slippery and sparkling designs on it. There were large vases with plants in it. There some statues carved out of marble. Then, one painting caught his eye, stopping him on the tracks. The painting was painted with dark colours. It had a wolf headed beast fighting off some people. This painting was on of his favourites back when he was really young. As he tried to remember why, a masculine and proud voice startled him, "Admiring that stupid painting of the legend,huh, my dear lost brother?"