Chapter 7 - Detrimental You!

  -Amoria Pace; Luxana's Room, Early M- The sun poured through my window, casting a warm glow across the room. "Wow, the weather's sht today," I thought to myself, pting a stroll outside. Just then, My burst into the room, her excitement palpable. "Princess!" she excimed, rushing towards me. "Good M! I have something to report!" Curiosity piqued, I leaned in. "Oh? And what might that be?" With a mischievous grin, she tinued, "I heard Princess Isabel secretly went out with her escort knight te st night. When the King found out, he was furious and grounded her for two weeks!" Hmm... that's not like Isabel to go out at night, especially when it was downp so heavily. I wondered if she had an ulterior motive. "Do you know why she went out?" I asked. My shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "I heard from the maids at Vinar Pace that she was meeting a man." "Is that it?" I replied, intrigued. "Holy, I think she's pnning to detrimental you!" My said, her tone serious. I chuckled at her choice of words. "My, you have quite the vocabury for a mere maid. Were you perhaps a merary?" She ughed softly. "No, but my brother is. My parents died early, and he raised me. Maybe that's why I sound like one." She has a brother? I thought. A pang of sympathy hit me. "I'm sorry to hear that." "It's not your fault, Princess. Maybe that's why we're a bit simir," she said with a smile. "Maybe..." I replied hesitantly, recalling the loss of my own mother when I was 8 and now I'm 15. It's been 7 years... sigh "Yhness," My tinued, "I'd like to be your personal maid!" "What?" I was taken ababsp;"I believe you don't have a personal maid who assists you daily. Will you give me the honor to serve you from here on out?" "But I thought you hated me..." "I did, but I no longer do... because you remind me of my younger sister..." Uanding dawned on me. "Very well then." With a sense of gravity, I decred, "By the authority vested in me, I hereby bestow upon you the honor of not only serving as my personal maid but also as my esteemed dy-in-waiting. Heh, your duties shall broaden, and your unwavering dedication to me shall be of utmost importance. I pledge my allegiao you, and in turn, you shall reciprocate this loyalty. May our bond strengthen as we embark on this neter together, united in servid itment to one another." My's eyes sparkled with gratitude. "Yhness, I am deeply humbled and grateful for the trust and honor you have bestowed upon me. I shall fulfill my duties with utmost diligence, unwavering loyalty, and steadfast devotion. Thank you for this opportunity to serve you more closely." "Now then, will you apao the garden? I'd like to take a walk." "Of course, Princess," she replied eagerly. "I'll set up the table in the Garden." "Thank you, My." smile -In the Garden ihe Gazebo; in Amoria Pabsp;As we stepped into the garden, I marveled at the vibrant flowers. "Look at those pink ones," My excimed, her eyes wide with delight. "It's great weather," I agreed, as My poured tea in the gazebo that held so many memories of my mother. The intricate design reminded me of her elegand grace, a bittersweet reminder of the bond we shared.This gazebo was built for my mother, who had once lived in the pace with me. It holds a special p my heart as a tribute to her memory and the time we spent together in that graing. The intricate details and design of the gazebo remind me of her elegand grace. The gazebo's presen my garden brings me fort and peace, allowio feel ected to my mother even though she is no longer with me. It serves as a poignant affirmation of the love and bond we shared. The gazebo also provides a serene space for refle and ption, where I honor her achievements and treasure the moments we created together. Its splendor and significe make it a precious part of my home, symbolizing the enduring love between a mother and her child. The intricate carvings and delicate features of the gazebo reflect the attention to detail and care that my mother always showed ihing she did. Its presen my garden is a stant source of sod inspiration, reminding me of her strength and resilien the face of adversity. The gazebo stands as a testament to her enduring spirit and serves as a f reminder of her presen my life. Every time I sit within its walls, I feel a sense of pead e to her that transds words."Pa-Pa-Prin-Princess? Why are y?" My's voice broke through my reverie. "Oh, it's nothing. I just recalled something." "Are you sure you're alright?" she pressed. "Yeah... I just miss my mother a bit," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "The Late Queen?" My asked gently.She was a beautiful woman. Slender and elegant, with gentle curves that gave her a graceful silhouette. She stood at a height of 5'7", with a posture that exuded poise and fidence. Her plexion was fair, with a hint of blush that would rise to her cheeks when she ughed or smiled. The trast of her reddish-e hair against her pale skin was striking, and her hands were soft and delicate, often adorned with a simple g that had been passed down through geions. Her pierg zir eyes were like a window to the depths of the o, radiating a warmth and kihat would captivate anyone who met her gaze. Their hue was like a clear summer sky, filled with endless possibilities and promise. Her eyes veyed a keen intelligend a deep sense of empathy, making them a definiure of her striking appeara's no wonder why her eyes and smile were so memorable! Her personality radiated a natural warmth and charisma that drew others to her effortlessly. She erson of great iy and kindness, always willing to lend an ear and offer a helping hand. She was known for her iious positivity, and her gentle demeanor never failed t joy and optimism to any situation. Her mannerisms were refined and poised, with a gentle elegahat spoke volumes about her inner beauty. She always listened with i, using her keehy to uand and ect with others. Her sense of humor was lighthearted and genuine, and she had a way of making those around her feel fortable and at ease. Despite her elegant mannerisms, she ook herself too seriously and had an ability to find joy ihe simplest things. Her authenticity, passion, and grace were truly admirable qualities that tio inspire those who knew her."Anyway, when is the Ba?" I ged the subjebsp;"The Ba? Oh! The Ba for announg the wielder of the Dragon Fmes?" "Is there another Ba besides that?" "Um... the maids i kept gossiping about a Ba which will be held for the Flower Princess after three months. And I think His Majesty the King will announce your powers at that Baself. Because think about it, Her Majesty the Queen wouldn't be so happy spending the money of the Pace to hold a Ba in your name, would she?" I frowned. "Ain't like I didn't think of that." But man, she's got guts to speak like that, I thought, taking a sip of the tea. "So, it's clear that she won't allow the King to hold the Ba for you iurn; they'd just annou at the Flower Princess Ba. But I believe it's too far away," My excimed. "..." She's quick-witted, I thought, taking another sip. "Princess, this is just my suggestion but, how about you get into the High Society?" "What?" "The news about your powers has reached even the most lowly flies out there. So of course many of them must be eagerly waiting for you to show up and firm for themselves if it's true. And besides..." "If I keep waiting for Father to hold up a ba for me and step into the High Society, there'd be worse rumors cirg around me, and it'll also firm I'm just a pawn for the Royal Family." "That's exactly my point, Princess." "Alright then, prepare the carriage. We'll be heading off to the Shrine of the Hidden Springs." "The Shrine of the Hidden Springs? The Temple?"The Shrine of the Hidden Springs Temple was a breathtaking architectural marvel, its t spires stretg towards the sky and ornate carvings ad every inch of its stone facade. The temple ur destination for nobles from all ers of the kingdom, who came daily to pray, worship, and enerous donations. The temple's interior was equally stunning, with polished marble floors and glittering stained gss windows depig ses from a legends. A peaceful hush hung in the air as devotees k in prayer before the orars, the hushed murmur of their voices eg softly off the high ceilings. The temple's priests were revered for their wisdom and piety, and the temple itself was known throughout the nd as a bea of hope and salvation. It was said that the waters of the hidden springs, which flowed beh the temple's foundations, held the power to heal all manner of ailments and bring peace to troubled hearts. Pilgrims traveled from far and wide to seek sod guidahin its hallowed halls.-In Shrine of the Hidden Springs Temple- "Greetings, Yhhe First Princess of Domino. It's a pleasure to meet such a talent. It is an honor for us to serve you," greeted the Pope as we ehe Temple. *Nods* HAH, they're so pathetic. Look at how they've ged their attitudes. Even at the entrae, the knights bowed. If I were to e here a day before my awakening, I'd be thrown out even before I ehe temple, I thought. *On the way to a Private Worshiping Room fh-obles* "Yhness, I heard the news about your Awakening. It's truly magnifit to be one of the first few to have met with the Wielder of the Dragon Fmes in geions to e! I wonder if you're aware, for the past six geions, there hasn't been a single Dragon Fme wielder. You are the first one in six geions," excimed the Pope. "..." "Oh, but the eions just made tracts with spirits to pensate for the loss of not being a wielder of the fmes," added the Pope. "..." "Princess, I believe assed by the private worshiping room," whispered My. I nodded. "Your Holiness, it appears we have surpassed the predetermined destination." "Haha, of course not. We aren't even halfway there." This man! What does he waly? We've already passed the worshiping room, where else does he want to take me? I thought. As we entered a room, my eyes widened. "HUH?" This...this is...The Royal Chamber of Sacred Rites? Why'd he bring me here? I thought.The Royal Chamber of Sacred Rites is an architectural masterpiece situated withiemple's innermost sanctum. The octagonal chamber is adorned with eborate marble ns, their capitals embellished with golden filigree, supp a graral dome that soars high above the ornate mosaic floor. Stained gss windows depict the divine pantheon, filtering rays of sunlight ihereal patterns that dance across the room. At its ter lies a sacred altar, meticulously crafted from rare gemstones and preetals, upon which sacred relid holy texts rest. Exclusively reserved for the Royal Family and the highest-ranking members of the temple's clergy, the Chamber serves as a hallowed space for dug sacred rituals and ceremonies. It is here that the most potent blessings and divine invocations are performed, with the partits eling their collective energies to uh the celestial realm. The space is imbued with an aura of reverend power, its walls resonating with a hymns and prayers that have accumuted throughout the turies. Access to the Chamber is tightly restricted, with its mysteries and sacrosanct rituals safeguarded by a select few. Only those deemed worthy and initiated into the innermost mysteries of the faith may set foot within its hallowed fines, and the knowledge of its rites is carefully passed down through geions of the Royal Family and temple hierarchy. "Your Holiness, What does this signify?" I asked belligerently. "Yhness... You are the oioned in the Prophecy! THE GODDESS! You are the Goddess, the God has bestowed upon us!" *kneels down* "Your Holiness, I am no Goddess. So please rise." "No, You are the Goddess. It's only a matter of time before you realize that, Yhness. You possess all the qualities and strength of a true Goddess, it is only a matter of time before you see it within yourself. Embrace your power and embrace your divinity, for you are truly majestibsp;"Rise at once, or be deemed in pt of the ! Your dey in adhering to my and is a fgrant affront to the dignity of the Royal Family. I demand that you exhibit the requisite reverend ply without further hesitatio be known that aion from the expected de shall incur severe sequences." "You-Yhness! You..." "Have you failed to pay heed thness's words, Your Holiness?" said a Holy Knight.The holy knight stood tall and proud, his armleaming in the sunlight, a testament to his unwaveriion to his diviy. His chiseled features bore the marks of a seasoned warrior, yet his striking golden eyes shoh an inner light that spoke of a deeper wisdom and passion. His broad shoulders and muscur physique hi the tless hours spent in prayer and training, honing his skills in service to his faith. His short hair, the color of burnished gold, added to his regal bearing.-In the Carriage- "Yhness, who do you think that Knight was?" asked My curiously. "I've never heard or seen anyone so handsome before!" "Regardless of his identity, it appears that the pope is jittery about him!" I replied. "Yeah, upon his entrahe pope's face revealed extreme willies." "It seems that the pope's apprehension towards him is not unfounded, as his as or iions may be causing withii. This mysterious figure may hold signifit power or influehat is causing unease among the higher ranks of the Catholic Church," I added. "Then, do you suppose we find out who he is?" My questioned. "Of course, that's why we're headed to The Moonlit Tearoom Cafe!" "The what cafe?" My excimed, eyes wide with surprise.To be tinued...