Sometimes I believed that the descriptions given to buildings in books were overly emphasized and unreal to some extent. But right now I don't even know if any author of any book can vividly explain this building, beyond the words— it is a gloriously magnificent creation.
Now according to what this extremely intimidating old lady has been saying since, this colosseum of a building is a big round circle divided into sixths.
Each sixth is like an entirely different building on its own. In fact, according to her explanations, each sixth is a totally different building from its neighboring sixth.
All six of them have various names, names which I'm either too less concerned to remember, or my brain just isn't capable of keeping such meaningless detail.
I only remember the names of three of the buildings, and according to this old lady whose name I still don't know, I only have business with two of the three buildings. And my main business is with one of the two buildings, I am not to go anywhere near the second building if I'm not called.
The Raven, is the name of the sixth which I have no business at all. It belongs to the general, who is the prince, who is the brother of the king. It belongs to Laurius Rein.
The next sixth of which I happen to have full business with, is called the Garden of Nightshades and that's where I am now. This place, as I've been made to understand, is divided into two parts. The upper and lower part and it houses the concubines of the king and prince.
Imagine that, an entire building. Imagine an entire school building being used to house concubines for just two people! Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. It might not be as huge as a school building, but still!! They disgust me. The two of them.
The women in the lower part belongs to Laurius Rein. And the women on the upper part, which happens to be where I am now, belongs to the king. Leonis Rein. Every woman in this part of the building is his.
I guess that answers one of my many questions. He's keeping me for himself. Or maybe it still doesn't mean anything, he can decide that after using me, he'd send me to the lower part to be one of his brother's women. Well, I'll have his neck before any of that. I'll kill him before anything like that happens.
The last part of which I have business with when I'm called, is The Reign. Yes, cliché. That's what it's called, The Reign. It belongs to the almighty himself. To Leonis Rein.
I can't help but wonder, what in the world do both brothers need an entire building for? It's like living in a castle alone! Did they think that having an entire building to their selves would prove power or something like that? I really can only wonder.
Now, every concubine has her own flat, her own designated set of maids, and her own personal hand-maid. And I've just been forcefully bathed in a bathroom that seems like what a queen would have used in the medieval times. And my bathing was done by three of my designated maids.
I've been forcefully clothed in what makes me feel like a possum trying to pass through a needles eye, by two others and my make up has been done by the last maid. I have six designated maids.
Me, Kiva, I have maids! This is beyond stupid. It is outrageous. I told that old woman that I am a grown woman, and I can bath and cloth myself and I most definitely do not need make-up! This is Skye's and Kira's thing!
Oh Skye, Kira. I suddenly feel an ache in my heart. I suddenly feel the tight boning of the gown piercing my ribs, I suddenly can't breath too well. I miss them so much.
"Oh what kind of feeble woman has that dumb boy brought here!" I hear the old lady hiss as I reach and hold the table. My knees are trembling, and tears are beginning to form in my eye.
"What is wrong with you? You cannot die unless you've fulfilled your duty!" A harsh slap on my back instantly takes away the aching in my heart. But it also hurt so bad that the tears fell. And I turn to look at the woman with so much anger. I can't hold it in anymore, the old witch has been asking for it since. She is a little taller than me, but she is an old woman anyway… so I lift my head and eye her wickedly.
"What the hell is your problem old witch! Why did you hit me? What the hell did I do to you?" I suddenly yell. Painful tears pouring out of my eyes, but not muffling my very loud voice.
"You've been screaming and hissing at me all day long and I didn't say anything to you because you're an elderly woman, and you seem respectable, but you sure know how to provoke a person. If you don't like me, it's fine! You think I want to be here either." I sneer and hiss. And I'm not even seeing her clearly because of the tears. But I continue screaming my lungs out to her.
"I don't want to see your face too. I never wanted any of this. You don't have to like me because I don't like you either, but you better don't hit me again, or I swear to all things godly and ungodly, I will forget you are old and withering and I will hit you back!"
I start breathing. I think I've been holding back my breath before. Is that possible? Can one hold their breath and still talk? Okay maybe I just wasn't breathing properly before, but I'm starting to control my panting breath. I'm trying to stop the tears, I'm trying to wipe the tears.
And maybe it's the water in my eyes, maybe it's causing her face to twist, causing her lips to curve, but I can swear she just smiled. But by the time I completely wipe the tears off my face, her expression is back to being emotionless.
I also suddenly realize that the six maids are staring at me. And you know that look you have when a teacher whom you thought was calm and easygoing gets mad at a student, really mad. You know that expression that comes on everyone's faces, that expression of shock and fear all at once but mostly shock, that is exactly how the maids are looking at me now. But I can sense a little bit of reprimanding gaze coming from them too.
But that's to be expected, I just yelled at their superior. The woman is probably respected and loved by all. And I'm certain no one has probably yelled or called her names before.
Oh lords! Should I apologize to the woman? She is an old lady after all. Well she does deserve every word. But still, mom will be disappointed if she realizes I talked to an elderly person this way.
"Ma'am, I didn't— I mean— I'm sorry." I say with my head down.
"Was what I did wrong?" she suddenly asks. And I realize she's taken a step closer to me. "Let me rephrase that question." she says again. And this time, wrinkled fingers reach up to me and lift my chin up to look at her and I comply.
"Do you believe that what I did was wrong?" she asks again. And looking in her dark brown eyes, I can't lie.
"Well, yes. You just hit me for no reason, so—" a loud sound suddenly envelopes the room and it is followed by a loud curse word. It takes me a while to realize that the loud sound was the old hags palm landing on my face and the curse words were from my mouth.
And I'm going to tell her more things that I think she should do with her old self. And I definitely have a million more curse words to rain down on her. And—
"You—"
"Never apologize for something you believe in." she suddenly says when I'm about to give her a piece of my mind. "If you don't see a real reason to change your belief, then never ever apologize for something you believe in."
"So you slapped me because I said I was sorry for calling you names and screaming at you?" I ask with my eyes wide open. The old witch is unbelievable.
"I slapped you because you apologized for doing something that you believed was right, even though no one proved to you that you were wrong."
The woman is mad. This old witch I should just kick her and cause her to slip and fall and hit her head on the side of the table and then die! Or I should just wring her neck.
"Now, young lady. You'll need to have your face done again. You look like a dark cloud." she scoffs, snaps her fingers and turns to walk away while the maid who had done my make-up comes up to me again.
"Oh and, it will be rather difficult to wring my neck." she suddenly says, and my jaw drops instantly, I can feel that my eyes have probably grown wider but I can't close them. Did she read my mind? Can she read my mind? Can they all read minds? "Trust me lady, people have tried." She adds and turns toward the door again, only to stop and look at me again.
"And my name is not old hag, or old witch. They call me High Mother. But my name is Lilith, Lilith Sadoc Rein. Mother to the Supreme King Leonis, also the Proud mother to the General of the King's army, Prince Laurius. But I'll allow you call me High Mother Lili."
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