Out of a sudden, the vitals monitor alarmed and sent out a prolonged distressed beep. This stunned everybody at the emergency chamber and eventually, the Sanatorium Healers and their Healer Assistants right away took action to revive the dying patient back. Together they formed a big circle and released a powerful magic restoration spell at once. The spell gave off a green bright light which floated up the unconscious body and restored the external wounds. And the rest of the effects seeped through the insides and automatically repaired all the affected cells and veins. But unfortunately, the body can no longer resist the seizures and gave up on its own.
Shortly, a loud bang came rushing from the entrance. There arrived terribly anxious family who are deeply aching to see their daughter. To their dismay, they saw the lifeless body of a young lady lying before them. The mother cried in great pain and the father almost lost unconscious. But their son doesn't want to believe. So, he slowly came forward and verified the truth. To his surprise, the lady is not his sister. Having his hopes high, he then looked around the chamber. And there he found his injured sibling resting back at the corner.
"Ma, Pa, look! It's Quiante!" Paint happily told his parents.
Knowing this gave them the total relief and they hurriedly went towards her location. As they move closer, they realized that Quiante was talking to someone else. And ahead they can see that Quiante is badly hurt. Her clothes were tattered, stained with blood, forehead dressed with bandages and plasters, arms covered with scratches, and knees swollen. When they are almost near, they noticed that she was not just talking to some random stranger but a high school gal clenching a fist next to her. Paint almost grabbed her back when his father immediately stopped him. His mother silently agreed and together they listened to the girls' argument.
"(Sigh) thankfully, you're alright." Quiante started.
"Urgh! Why did you even save me, idiot!" the kid yelled at her.
"I-idiot!? My, what a very disrespectful kid. Haven't your mother ever thought you about good manners!? And just so you know, I'm older than you brat! Plus I just saved your life, remember?"
"Well, I didn't even ask for your help in the first place, dummy."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it kid. You have a bad habit of disrespecting your elders, right? My, what a spoiled! You must be acting tough and almighty all this time, huh? I adore that, but what just happened back there kid…"
--Reminiscing—
SCREECHED!!!
Quiante dive off the bridge as she caught the helpless kid falling down the busy street. The intent is supposed to be a suicide, but Quiante felt the urge to save her from her drastic death. And as they fell, Quiante protected the kid with her body and took the hard fall over the truck's impact that flung them off the road. And on the ground, Quiante saw that the kid was completely safe and she lost unconscious.
--Back to present--
"…why kill yourself?" Quiante finished.
"Tsk! It's none of your business." The kid avoided.
"Ok, fine. If you don't then I won't let you. But here's the thing kid, we're only passing by earth and once is enough. Life is only a one way trip and we can't just carelessly waste it away. Everyday everybody is suffering just like you do. And they would even crawl just to keep on living. But then why can't you, kid?"
"Living!? For what?! To marry and suffer for the rest of my life with that pig?! I'd rather die if I had to! Everyday would be hell if that happens, and I will never let that happen!"
"I see, so we're on the same boat, huh. (Sigh) I don't know why every woman has to go through all of this kid. But you know what, I still believe that one day, living would change the world. 'Cause when you're alive, you can make things happen; but dying, is making that stop from happening. So if you don't want to die living with that pig because that's what you want to happen then how can you make that happen if you're already dead? Problems are only solved as long as you're trying kid and someday you'll sort it out. But I am not guaranteeing you that you'll live an easy life after that. At least you're happy about it right?"
A tear fell from the girl's cheeks and a loud cry followed. Quiante went silent and pat the girl's forehead to comfort her. While on the other hand, her family who were also listening behind her likewise felt saddened by what they just heard. They may be silent about it, but deep within their every thought, they agree that the society is discriminating to women's rights and freedom. After a while, the hustle and bustle died down and the girl finally made up her mind.
"Um, thanks for everything! I'm sorry I have been this rude to you. Can I have your name please in case I could repay you?" the girl shyly apologized and asked.
"Call me Quiante kid and you?"
"My name's Lillian, ma'am. Glad to meet you!"
"I'm glad too."
(Laughs together)
"(Mail notified) Oops! I guess my parents are looking for me now ma'am. So… maybe next time again?"
"Sure, anytime Lillian and O, next time don't get caught diving on the wrong bridge again, ok?"
"Bleh! (Giggles) Bye!" she bid farewell.
"Bye!" Quiante waved a hand and smiled for a relief.
"Quiante." A familiar voice called at her.
WHAT? DAD IS HERE, SINCE WHEN? BUT HE WAS JUST SO ANGRY ABOUT ME HOURS AGO, I DON'T UNDERSTAND. O, HOW I WISH TO SEE HIS FACE AGAIN. BUT I COULDN'T, HE'LL NEVER FORGET WHAT I SAID EARLIER AND HE'LL TOTALLY PUNISH ME FOR IT. MAYBE, MAYBE I SHOULDN'T TURN AROUND. MAYBE I SHOULD JUST RUN AWAY AGAIN. (Quiante thought)
"Quiante, please come home honey." A sweet voice begged.
WAIT MOM? YOU'RE HERE TOO?!
"Please Quiante, come home."
PAINT!?
"Quiante… you're still my daughter and I am still so proud of you. I am sorry about what I said earlier. But honestly, never in our entire life that we have blamed you for everything that have happened to our family. 'Cause I just thought maybe… that contract will protect you. However I was wrong, I was wrong to think that you needed a man to protect you. But the truth is you just needed the faith and the will to fight back. Well, you had our family's blood in you, Quiante. And I can see a bright future in that and together we will see it through. So, will you come home?"
Hearing this, Quiante shed a tear or two and to her ravenous emotions, she wasn't able to hold herself crying and they comforted her. The family happily reunited and together they left for home. They had a peaceful dinner that night and her mother healed her wounds leaving not a scar behind. Afterwards, she told her parents the good news that they'll be venturing to cater the Royal Gala in Silverline Steep Crown Tower Hotel tomorrow.
"Ma, Pa, the Royal Gala in Silverline Steep Crown Tower Hotel is tomorrow night. And guess what, they hired us!"
"(Laughs) My, that's a good news, right honey?" Mr. Broeker turned to his wife.
"Yeah, it truly is. But what will we be serving tomorrow honey? Did they clarify their instructions?"
"Hm, I'm afraid not." Quiante replied.
"O, about that… they said they needed five large drums of wine especially produced and manufactured from our company, well that if we were still a company though." Paint sulked down.
"Did they say five large drums?" his father reiterated.
"Yes and that'll never happen."
"(Laughs) My boy, I think our family is back on business."
Paint was confused about his father but the very next day he found five large drums filled with unspoiled delicious wine properly preserved in the storeroom. And now the only problem is to bring back its complete freshness by chilling it. So, his father made a large rectangular cooler from his earth attribute then his mother casted a spell that combined her husband's creation to keep the temperature low inside the earth molded refrigerator. The moment it deployed, Paint then loaded up all the five large drums with his gravity control into the humongous freezer. This did smoothly and everything happens as a deep secret in the family so as not to get caught violating the law of the empire.
Quiante was so happy about this and quickly she prepared their belongings. However, his brother refused because he was scheduled on a very important quest that day and her parents are going back to the Ashburn Villa to settle the contract. Quiante was left no choice and decided to go alone. The clock struck eleven and she left home riding their truck carrying all the five large drums of wine. When she arrived, ahead she can see that several catering companies lined up the road waiting for the gates to open. And not long, then the gates automatically unlocked and everyone raced for parking spaces. However, Quiante was so awed by the first time and stall for a moment to enjoy the feeling and the scenery. This irked others tailing behind her so she moved forward and parked. By and by, the general organizer of the Royal Occassion came down.
"Welcome, everyone! Welcome! Thank you all for coming today. Please, unload all your belongings to your respective designated rooms and immediately come down in the Grand Convention Hall with your products. My novices will assist you and I am looking forward to the success of this year's Royal Gala. Nice meeting you all, Vikans! And see you after thirty minutes." a welcome remarks from the General Organizer.
After the announcement, everyone then entered and unpacked all their belongings to their individual quarters. While Quiante stay below and asked for assistance to unload the five large drums of wine. The novices unloaded the drums and delivered it to the Grand Convention Hall. Quiante proceeded to her room and afterwards they were instructed to change outfit and ready for the preparations. The women were clothe in white sleeve garments, long black skirts, with red ruffles neck tie, and hair uniformly bunned at the top of the head. While the men wear the same white sleeves on top, black slacks below, red presentable bow ties on the neck and fully polished shoes underneath.
This is the imposed dress code in the Tower, but Quiante tried to mess up a little with the attire according to her fashion. So, instead she wore a white sleeve on top with red ruffles on the neck, black slacks below, shoes underneath and hair braided back. The general organizer saw these changes and decided to let it slide if that fashion suits her best. And so long she does her part; nothing will seem to be the problem.
Before they commenced, everyone was warned and reminded that there will be No Magic Strict Policy when they do the preparations. This is because the King personally requested for this rule so as not to get suspicion for a probable assault. The preparations began and some of the women were left for the landscaping and decorating the stage. The men arranged the tables and chairs and the rest of the women placed the hundred sporks and cutleries on each set. The chandeliers were dusted off and the floor was fully swept and dried. The bouquets of flowers were put in place and the bouquets of munchkins were attractively displayed. Everything went smoothly and perfect and the sun began to set.
"Everyone please gather, for I am to announce the important announcement at this point in time!" (Everyone gathered)
"Thank you very much! And thank you all for your active participations that our preparations were successfully accomplished much earlier than expected. We will be giving you all two hour break and you may do whatever you please within that time. However, please expect to be there earlier before the clock struck at seven sharp. I am looking forward to this year's Royal Gala good performance! It is an honor working with you all! And advance congratulations to everyone!"
--Hands applauded—
Everybody was dismissed and Quiante also walked out from the convention hall. But on her way, she bumped into the General Organizer.
"You're Miss Quiante, right?" The general organizer suddenly asked.
"Yes sir, I am. Is there a problem or anything?" Quiante replied.
"Well, I have just the perfect job for you!"
"I have?"
"Yes, and tonight I will be assigning you to do the honor of announcing and commencing the royal toast since your company owns the wine that will be served later. So, can I count you on that job?"
"Sure! That would be an honor Sir."
"Now that's the spirit I was looking for. Ok, here's the script and good luck." The General Organizer handed over the script and left merrily.
"Good evening, Your Highnesses and Majesties! Together, let us toast to honor the remarkable tenth year reign of our glorious King, His Majesty King Henry II! Kampai!" Quiante practiced the script. "Well, that wasn't so hard after all."
Quiante memorized the script and went straight to her room to have early dinner and have the time to relax and prepare. By and by, the General Organizer sent her attire comprising the evening gown, glass slipper, head dress, expensive accessories, and make up tools. She thanked the novices and thirty minutes after a nap she woke up and ate her dinner. Then after which, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and bathed her body. When she got out, she covered herself with a bathrobe and dried her hair with an extra towel. Quiante goes to the bed where she left the accessories and tried it on.
The accessories were wrapped in a silver box and when she opened it, she saw a dazzling diamond necklace and a sparkling amethyst bracelet shining before her. To her curiosity, she was tempted to wear it on her neck and hang it on her wrist when she is still yet on her robe. Suddenly, a loud knock from the door surprised her.
"Miss Quiante. Are you in there?" the General Organizer called.
"Yes, I am." She replied.
"Can I come in?"
"Um, five minutes please!"
Hearing this, Quiante quickly took off her head towel and dried her hair fast. Then she applied the lotion all over her body and put on the pantyhose. She was hurrying to and fro but the moment she took off her robe, the bracelet clutched over tip and it flew away. Without noticing this, Quiante continued to dress in the evening dress and put on the glass slipper. And now's that left untended is her fresh pale face from a recent shower. She combed her hair and before long she realized that the amethyst bracelet was already gone.
--Knock! Knock! Knock!—
"Miss Quiante, please open this door so we could help you get ready." The General Organizer once again called out.
"In a minute please!"
Panicking and thinking what best could be done, having no choice, she used her magic to create the exactly the same item and covered it with a powerful binding spell to hide the traces of magic. Suddenly, the door opened behind her and the General Organizer saw what she had just done.
"My goodness cherrie! Just what have you done!?"
"I-I'm sorry, I –I can explain…" She tried to explain while her face and hair was a mess.
"Tush cherrie! Why didn't you admit that you can't handle yourself? Come, and we will make you beautiful."
"What?"
"No more questions, cherrie. Come, because the time is ticking."
Quiante have a seat in front of the mirror and lie back against the make-up artist to begin the masterpiece. The makeup artist was so fast and so talented. And indeed in a minute her face revitalize in pure beauty and innocence. The artist was proud of her work and the General Organizer was very much happy of the positive outcome. While on the contrary, Quiante who is in confusion didn't understand what just happened. Well, at least they haven't found out that she was almost caught as a criminal violating the law of the empire.
PHEW! THAT WAS SO SCARY! SH*T, THEY ALMOST CAUGHT ME! (Sigh) BUT WOAH! THIS LOOKS PRETTY REAL AND THE TRACES OF THE MAGIC ISN'T EVEN DETECTABLE. WELL IF THIS ONLY WORKS OUT IN THE EMPIRE THEN WE'LL PROBABLY BE THE WEALTHIEST FAMILY THERE IS. TOO BAD IT WASN'T THOUGH. (Quiante thought)
"Cherrie Quiante darling, you look absolutely stunning tonight." The GO (General Organizer) praises.
"Thank you Sir and thank you for helping me get ready."
"I am honored, Cherrie. So, good luck and enjoy your evening! Ciao!" The artist and the GO left leaving her behind the room.
Quiante looked at her fit and the evening gown does look stunningly amazing in her. The dress was sparkling red and the headdress make her look like a mythical goddess of wine. She laughed at the thought and waited for the moment of her life, while the rest of the crew went down and welcomed the guests and the Royal Entrance of the King. The opening remarks went well and now the Royal Toast will be next. By and by the GO called by the telephone and she readied for the grand entrance.
"Ladies and gentle Majesties let us now welcome our Royal Toast! And I now officially hand over the stage to our guest tonight."
Quiante got out from the curtains and a bright light shined at her. To everyone surprise, her beauty gorgeously resembles a goddess of wine that even the King was awe struck by the sight. She announced her speech and everyone toast to honor King Henry II. But before Quiante took a sip, she saw William down below maliciously grinning at her. This irked her and began to suspect that something was wrong. She looked at the cup and found something out. Her cup was seasoned with drug, so, she hesitated to take a sip. However, the King noticed this and called out.
"Miss goddess, aren't you drinking your cup?"
(Everyone quiet down and looked at her)
"N-no your Majesty (sweat drops). Of course, I will drink this cup to honor you." Quiante had no choice but to drink her cup.
--Everyone cheered—
The sip took the risk and the drug by and by affected Quiante's consciousness. Her vision became blurred and her body turned heavy and wobbly. She tried to go back to her room, but suddenly someone grabbed her in the back and effortlessly took her off somewhere. It was dark and she could barely see the person that abducted her. The lights turned on and she visualized herself lying helplessly on the bed. Still paralyzed, she tried to focus her opthalmic senses and saw a well structured body of a man slowly exposing as he takes off his clothes. His about six feet and he looks someone familiar.
WILLIAM? (Quiante thought)
Out of a sudden, he thrust forward between her legs and Quiante began to feel very hot. Her body became stiff and she began to feel awfully strange. Almost getting out of conscious, by and by a cold hand slide through her face down to her chin and to her neck gradually. Unsatisfied, he aggressively pulled her up and smelled her closely to her breast pass through her arms.
His breath gets warmer and warmer as he explores her body. And not for long, that he finally drag her down back on the mattress and mounted on her as he slowly unzipped her dress while Quiante was still helplessly paralyzed unable to defend herself. He took off her clothes and her bare body and underwear exposed. He slid his fingers down under her back reaching her butt and he curled her arms over his shoulders to begin his nasty work. The night went wild and pleasurable as the moon shines brightly on the sinful exploration.