"I'm better relieved that they decided not to kill us. But would it be fine for you to have your brooch distant from your watch? Is it not an heirloom?" Grandel inquired.
"Indeed, I have to get it back. Strangely, that man, Lux was awfully familiar," Selestia dazed in thought after her injunctions.
"Should that be advantageous if by chance you happen to know such a person was?"
Grandel grew curious, he somehow could not grasp Selestia's state of mind. Her thoughts does not come as luculent on the surface.
"I doubt so. Cunning he is, I could not find it in behalf of myself to trust him." Selestia's eyes peered. "Ah, I happen to remember one. Did my brother leave any word for me?"
Grandel jolted, he had become forgetful. His hands whisked under his sleeveless undershirt, it was not later on that his hands reached for a letter with Fritz's stamp, and handed it to her.
"I want you to find me by the time the sun will be setting that I may take matters at hand."
Grandel and Selestia departed from each other. Silently still, Selestia took a knife from a platter and slid it on the wax stamped on the envelope.
"To My Beloved Sister,
I do not wish to add to your notions and muddle your thoughts by the reason that you have just been recently married. Although, it is against me to say but there had been trouble in the winehouse. An attempted assassination occured and heavily brought impact to the workers in the winehouse. As of now, the market of wine is slowly failing because of unknown sources where the rumors started to sprout. It has become a wildfire. I do not intend for you to come all your way here to resolve the case and lend me a helping hand, though I hope it reach your ears. Rest assured that I will resolve this case as early as possible.
From me to you,
Fritzgerald LeCelestine
Crowned Prince of Celeste"
Selestia sighed heavily. A light knock gently crashed on the door a few consecutive times.
"State what you need." Selestia's eyes averted toward the door while she speak.
"Your Excellency, the Emperor is here." A calm voice of a maidservant ratified from outside Selestia's door. Selestia rolled her eyes.
"What could he want?" she mumbled underneath her voice. She slid the letter underneath the sheets of the bed.
Pretentiously, she picked up a book from beside her and professed with no genuine thoughts whatsoever.
"Let him in..." she exhaled. In that instant, she rested her back on the stacked pillows on the bed and her eyes tracked the words imprinted on them.
The door creaked, composed and with no reaction, Selestia drowned her face in the book. The heels on his shoes created a clack against the floor as he proceeded to pursue where she sat.
"You seemed to be truly interested in the golds of Thuhelda, my Empress." he gleamed.
After a few exchange of words, the newlywed couple left the manor.
Selestia's eyes rolled with irritation whilst she forcefully livened herself to stroll with His Majesty, the Emperor.
They were walking upon a lone park where only their presence was alive, other than the yielding trees that danced along the wind.
'How could this happen? No one could have known where the winehouse was, though why the sudden has it come to this? Could someone have tracked the winehouse down? How is that possible? No matter how I think of it, I can't seem to grasp where Fritz failed. We were well certain that we left the place secluded.'
Selestia bit her thumb in cogitation as she halted her steps. 'Where have we failed?'
Her apertures gazed forward to Venemiah who was slowly walking. 'If the market of wine fails, the funding for the foundation would languish also. I can't risk so. The foundation would be the only arterial to consecrate the throne from further blasphemy and judgment.'
Selestia's thoughts did not mellow her mind as she only continued to deeply ponder. 'Moreover, this is not the only challenge at hand. The manacle should be retrieved for that damned Lux. Would Grandel be capable of taking the manacle from the Emperor? I doubt so. As I knew he would do if he willed. It's come by surprise that I've been led to where Grandel closely resides, I could speak to him about what would be transpiring. He could lend a hand to my brother moreover, he had the brightest opportunity to go beyond Thuhelda as a merchant.'
Her eyes bore heaviness on its lids much as when it recognized Venemiah's presence beforehand.
"I do not know where this unanticipated invitation to take a stroll may lead to, moreover, if you wish to exchange words with me, you could have settled in my room that privacy for both of us could have been served." Her words rung with the voice of impatience which made the man halt from any movement as corollary to her actions.
How she treated the Emperor that day could have been a result of her fervid act of judgment. As early as this, challenges came charging faster than the blow of the wind could ever have. How could she even leave Thuhelda? How could she just let her brother bear the matter alone? She knew there was malady brewing in the air. How could she leave it lone to only a pair of hands? Much importantly, Grandel had come to her stead.
The night caused no displeasure, at the same time it brought no ease. Though it gave Selestia a passing card, an open gate to access beyond Thuhelda's massive gates.
"A game of monopoly won't hurt you, I deemed?"
Selestia's eyes brightened. Just after the challenge occuring, it brought a fast pass to administer contingency to resolve the ligitation.
She looked at him. "What would I get from this, exactly?"
His eyebrows raised in bedazzlement. "Well..." he voiced about. "I will give you anything even if it costs me."
Selestia began to think that moment. Would he give her the prized manacle if she won? Would playing along with him give an answer to such?
She stared at him. "No matter how important it is to you?"
He gently nodded. "Anything."
Selestia found hope, if this comes at a vantage, she could find probability to kill two birds with one stone. Her countenance contorted into a wide grin.
"Shall I hear it."