"She doesn't even remember her age back then." Queen Vivian whispered into her husband's ear to which he coughed up with her next words. "She takes after someone I know."
Mae watched her father's expression spark up and instantly grew curious as to why he acted in such a way. Then again, she realised as long as her mother was dutifully present.
"So..." Mae wiped off the sweat off her finger, eagerly waiting for the news. "What's going on?"
Mae watched her father's expression spark up and instantly grew curious as to why he acted in such a way. Then again, she realised as long as her mother was dutifully present.
"So..." Mae wiped off the sweat off her finger on her trousers, eagerly waiting for the news. "What's going on?"
"Well dear, do you recall there was a time I told you stories of how we got a letter when you were a baby?" Queen Vivian gave a nervous chuckle, looking over to her husband at her right side, hoping for some sort of emotional support.
"Go on mother." Mae was in no time to waste on figuring out what her mother wanted her to remember, for all she cared, she needed the information and nothing more."
"Mae." King Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose, raising a hand at his wife, who took it as a cue to be silent, allowing her husband to continue from where she had awkwardly left off.
"Father." She responded in a like manner, turning her attention back to her father.
"There was a time when you were still a little baby, a letter was sent to us by an esteemed messenger of the three Kingdoms, his name was Iac Moss." He paused, giving room for any question his daughter might have.
"Iac Moss? Three Kingdoms?" Mae scrunched her nose in confusion. "A letter for what purpose?"
"It's a good thing you should ask, but first let's start with the letter shall we?" King Morgan snapped his fingers, pulling out of his coat a neatly folded piece of paper
"What does this letter have to do with me?"Mae frowned at the progress the discussion was taking.
"I think it's best if you read it yourself." He struck out his hand, his gaze locked on his daughter. "Go on, take it."
Reluctantly, Mae walked up the dias, taking the note with trembling hands, expecting the worst.
"What d- does this all m... m... mean?" She stuttered, her eyes blurring with tears immediately she finished reading it's content.
"Mae please don't react that way." Queen Vivian pleaded, guilt stricken at actually agreeing to this without giving her child as little as a say in all of this.
"Vivian, this was decided in her best interest." King Morgan scolded, his gaze turned back at his daughter. "Do you now see why we allowed you to venture outdoors?"
"So what now? I'm going to be caged like some trophy?" She raged, scrunching up the letter in her hands before throwing it on the ground in boiling anger.
"Mae, we could never do such a–" Queen Vivian was interrupted with a hand raised once again by her husband.
"Vivian, any wrong response would only give her an edge that we might have made the wrong decision in her stead, which we clearly did not." He whispered through gritted teeth, clearly disappointed she would revert to justifying her actions to the point of begging even though they were in her best interest.
"Mae you are and will never be a trophy but as per the rules, you would have to stay indoors until their arrival next week." He said firmly.
"Hahaha." Mae gave a dry laughter, while she stomped on the scrunched letter on the ground severally.
"So let me get this straight. I'm not some sort of trophy, but I would be indoors for approximately a week?!!" Her breathing pattern increased.
"Mae?" Queen Vivian had wanted to stand to reach out to her daughter but was held back by her husband, who shook his head in disapproval.
"Yes, but only till they arrive." King Morgan explained.
"What am I supposed to do until then? Sip some tea or do some embroidery?!" She questioned sarcastically.
"That doesn't sound too bad, if you ask me." King Morgan rubbed his chin to her question, proving to be ignorant to her obvious sarcastic question.
The more her thoughts took an agonizing trip to what she had read earlier, the more her mood worsened until she couldn't take it any longer. "How could you two make a decision such as that without my knowledge or at the very least my approval?!"
"Enough!" His voice shadowed hers, hitting his hand on the arm rest in anger. "If it isn't in your best interest, we wouldn't have accepted this proposal."
"Easy for you to say!" Mae spat in disdain, "You are not the one who is being sold to those lousy scoundrels, whoever they are; they could all go to hell for all I care."
"I would not condone you terming our decision as selling you off!" King Morgan rose to his feet.
"My King, please reconsider," Queen Vivian got down on her knees begging, frantically holding onto his robe as she immediately burst into tears. "Please stop all these misunderstandings."
With this one act, his boiling rage disseminated as quickly as it came, reaching downwards; he lifted her up by assisting her on her chair, "Please don't shed any more tears."
Rolling her eyes at what was happening before her, Mae sniffled, her throat felt clogged, the same occurred with her nose, the more she stood there, the more confused, angry and disgusted she became.
"My seemingly agreement to a marriage proposal doesn't sound like me being sold out to any of you two?" Her mouth opened in shock for a while.
"That can never justify you slandering the Royals who would be arriving next week." He snapped, biting on the very flaw in her sentence.
"If you think calling them scoundrels is slanderous. Just wait and see father, we would see the Princess who would agree to marry those good for nothing Princes who don't have the gall to court a lady the right way!" She vowed.
"You have no say in this whatsoever, Mae." King Morgan shook his head, "None of us does." He muttered the last part to only the hearing of his wife.
"But...but Father! You can't be serious!" She yelled clearly upset.