~Top-notch~
Princess Neriah's eyes glinted in admiration as it ran into the pair of silver ones. The atmosphere soon became tensed.
Seeing one elegant lady with golden blonde hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes, dressed in a sophisticated royal wear, made Niamh to wonder who the lady is. The lady looked young and exceptionally beautiful.
"Bow, Lady Neev" Ophelia whispered and the confused Niamh bowed. Neriah smiled and appeared in front of her.
"Do rise" she urged and they all rose.
"I knew it! Such a beauty. My brother's taste is always top-notch" Neriah squealed happily, touching and scrutinizing Niamh.
"What's your name, beauty?" She asked.
"Niamh (Neev)" she replied in a low saoft voice.
"Neev! That's bright and beautiful" Neriah squealed excitedly while Niamh lowered her head and smiled.
"C'mon, don't shy away. I am princess Neriah, the only princess and daughter of the Queen. I hope we get along"
"Honoured to meet you, Your Grace" Neev bowed and Neriah chuckled.
"Can we take a walk?" Neriah asked, for some reasons, Niamh felt her heart skip a beat and she slowly shook her head.
"Right, I understand you must be tired. Let's meet tomorrow then" Neriah said, rushing her words.
"Good night, princess" Niamh shot her a smile
"Have a wonderful night" Neriah bade, beaming with smiles. They all curtsied until she left.
"My Lady,bseems the princess likes you already" Kieran squealed. Nimah heaved a deep breath,, staring blankly at the door.
"Hope it continues that way" she whispered and walked towards the window.
"Sure lady Neev"
"She didn't mention about the King, she only said the only princess and daughter of the Queen" Niamh pointed, she felt curious about the royal family.
Ophelia and Kieran exchanged glances and then bowed.
"The Moon Supreme, King Theron Styrix passed away few years back. It happened all of a sudden in some mysterious and complicated battle" Ophelia answered.
"Mysterious and complicated battle?" Neev repeated, her curiosity elevating.
"Ay lady Neev. There was a war between the lycans and the vampires some years ago and in a complicated situation, King Theron got involved and passed away mysteriously. But first Prince Lansel wiped out the lycans, I think they are responsible for King Theron's death" Kieran added.
Nimah seemed to think for a while. There are thousand and one questions she wanted to ask but the two maids didn't seem to know much. They only told her what they know.
"Should we tuck you to bed, M'lady?"
Neev nodded.
As princess Neriah walked out if Neev's room, she met Rialorna standing in front of her room. Rialorna on the other hand bowed at the sight of the princess.
"Oh Rialorna, here you are" Neriah beamed.
"Yes, Your Grace. I was about going to sleep" Rialorna replied
"Good night then"
Neriah disappeared with her maids and guards.
Rialorna stood there thinking for a while, her curiosity escalated when she saw the princess walking out of that room, who the hell is staying there?
First it was the prince and now, the princess. Who could have stayed there to get so much attention from the royal family.
Even her, as an elf princess, despite being Lansel's friend, he never visited her room, not even once but now, it looks like someone important is living here.
After much thought, she walked into her room and shut the door. She'll surely find out who's staying there.
Next Day...
Prince Lansel was dressing up when Neriah walked in. Actually, there are assigned maids to help him do that but Lansel wouldn't let them help him. He seemed to be okay with dressing himself and wouldn't want any lady touching him.
He turned away from the mirror and glanced at his sister.
"Good morning, Brother" she curtsied.
"Morning, Blue eyes" Lansel reciprocated, she shot him a smile and strode towards him.
"Let me" Neriah made him sit on the chair in front of the mirror to make his hair.
"Braided?" She asked and he nodded, muttering a'yes'.
"Why won't you let the maids do it then?" She asked, her slender fingers brushing his hair and then she started braiding the left side of his hair.
"They know nothing but to drool over my handsomeness, I won't let them touch me" Lansel snorted.
"Being over protective of your body, I doubt if you'll ever let your wife touch you" Neriah stated, her hands expertly working on his dark, soft hair.
"She's exceptional. I'm all hers" Lansel shrugged, absentmindedly.
"I got it, your taste is top-notch. She's incredible" Neriah said dreamily and Lansel paused, trying to figure out what she meant.
"Who?" He creased his brows in confusion.
"Who else? Neev!"
"I never said she's my wife. I don't even love her, Neriah. Don't make a fuss out if it" Lansel warned and Neriah rolled her eyes.
"Why protecting her then?"
Lansel froze, that's the question he'd been avoiding.
Just then, a knock came at the door and the door opened, revealing the elf princess, Rialorna. Neriah finished making the prince's hair in a half-up twin braids and half-down cascaded at his back.
"I'll be leaving, Brother" Neriah curtsied. Lansel nodded briefly and Neriah disappeared out of the room.
Lansel locked his gaze on Rialorna, who silently gazedd back at him. She's mad at the prince for yelling at her but couldn't ignore him completely for Lansel would act as if she never existed so, coming to him is the best option.
After a long awkward silence, Lansel shrugged.
"You have nothing to say, fine. My meal is ready I guess. You asked the maid to bring it to my private dining, so thoughtful of you" he stated and made to leave but Rialorna obstructed his passage.
"What do you want?" He asked plainly but Rialorna kept shut, she only lowered her head, pouting.
"You're mad at me for yelling at you?" Lansel asked and she slowly nodded while Lansel sighed.
"You know I never apologise to anyone no matter how wrong I am so, don't be mad anymore" his voice was plain with no hint of comfort and he turned away from her.
"Just a sorry would do" Rialorna finally spoke while Lansel scoffed, turning to stare at her. He strode towards her and stood very close to her, staring at her face
"You hold no position for me to apologise to you. If that is very difficult for you to understand, then keep sulking all you want. And when you are tired of sulking, return to Elvkinles where you belong"