Few hours passed and Vera isn't found yet,am starting to lose my patience
" Tailand...any whereabouts of the queen?" My blood boiling with anger seems to budge my assistance
"Not yet sir!"
"Sire! The queen is back!" A guard ran in to inform me and my muscle tensed up . I rushed to the room and saw her taking off her robe. I pulled her in for hug but she didn't hug me back. Is she still upset at me or there is more to it?
" Where were you?" I was hoping to see what sought of emotions she had in her eyes
"I went out a bit to the tarven to drink" her body was freezing and I can tell she's going to get sick soon but I'll do a little scolding before calling the doctor
" Are you seriously out of your mind... turning yourself into a drunkard? A whole queen going out to drink.....are you in your right state of mind....?" With an angry look on my face the only thing this wicked woman did was scoff at me...
" Like you care...take yourself out and leave me alone" disobedient is a game I love playing with Vera...she looks so angry and sober and I can tell that there is more to this drinking spree of hers...but the Vera I know won't tell me anything...
"What's wrong with you...? Are you okay?" I tried to be concerned about her... she's just too stubborn to accept things as they are now. Figuring out what's in her head is a tough job weak and mysterious
"Nothing...." I knew that wasn't all the details...she almost collapse but i was quick in catching her. My one and only addiction... it's just a pity things are the way they are now... with my head beside her neck I can feel her heart beating so fast.
What's troubling her like this...?
" Am grateful for taking care of violet and I all these years. I won't resist if you want me..." What the heck of a sea throne is she saying... Vera... thanking me...this is weird
"No need... It's what I should do. I said I'll take care of you right?" Her face was devoid of any emotions or expression.... " Take care of yourself and don't you dare drink again"
"Yes...king Zuma" Now I know that something is wrong with her. She has never called me that in a long time,even on my coronation day she didn't address me as that.
" What's all this Vera?" Something must have happened for her to be like this...
" Nothing sire " that tone of formality is so annoying that I left her to be on her own. Words can't describe how angry I am today... I need to cool off before I order someone's death
"Bring me violet" A master of music and harp playing is Violet which I hate to admit...but somehow her music always finds me at the point of my stress core and relive me
Her figure appeared slowly into the palace and yes... I can really see how beautiful she is... she'll fit a perfect chip for the alliance. Men can't take their eyes off beautiful women
" Took you long enough!" I don't plan on praising her in any way today
" Sorry for making you wait sire" Anger upon disgustingly curtsy... what won't choke me to death but all this annoying women in this palace.....
" I'll play you a new piece sire" My anger seems to disappear... music to my ears.
The music begin slowly like a sleeping river in a dark night...then suddenly it begins to unfade form it's calmness to something I can't fathom. Like a sorrowful song but with imminent passion.. I looked at her and saw how concentrated she is with this new piece.
I'll have to find out how made this piece and question his intelligence of this piece. The music ended with a loud bang which brought me back to my senses.
" What's with this piece....?"
" Vengeance of the spirit..." She beamed with a smile and an expression that says ' You wanted music and I played this for you... stop questioning me'
" Why play me this piece?" In every music piece there is always a motive behind them. One way or the order it's trying to reveal something.....
" It just intrigues me sire, with a legend of a beauty turning into a fury beast that was killed but rose again in rage crying out for bloody vengeance" For some reason... I don't feel at ease...her plain expression is like feeding a carrot to a flesh eating rabbit...
"Also... something should be given back..." She brought out the old harp I carved and gave to her on Vera's insistence... She was excited to have it back then so why return it now... ungrateful bastard!
" Why?.... Don't you find your old toys beautiful anymore...?" I really don't want to take it back unless I take it from her...all this formal respect and obedience really chokes me up....
" It's a lovely treasure with great carvings done by you sire... which I must give back as an embodied work of art" eloquence is something natural for this little brat, she has always been brave ti speak her mind... but how did she know that I carved it?...
After so much reasoning and staring at this little brat I remembered I told Vera that I'll take it back and give to my son. But none of the boys can play musical instruments.. those witless bones...
" Do as you please...!" Her audacity is starting to annoy me...
" I might have grown up to be a disappointment, but this treasure belongs to you sire..." She gave me a three times bow...my heart ached seeing her like this... Well I took the harp and she left the hall and I watched the darkness brew over to the night.