Chapter 39 - British Invasion

  -Vinar Pace; Isabel's Room; M, 6.30 AM-

  As the maid lifted the curtains in Isabel's Room at Vinar Pace, golden rays of sunlight flooded the space, illuminating the exquisite marble floors that gleamed like polished gems. The room was a sanctuary of elegance, adorned with intricate frescoes depig serene ndscapes and delicate floral motifs. Outside, the pace gardens sprawled majestically, a vibrant tapestry of colors bursting with blooming roses, jasmine, and vehe air was fragrant with their sweet perfume, mingling with the crispness of the m dew. T cypress trees framed the garden paths, their silhouettes castile shadows on the ground. Isabel stirred awake, her eyelids fluttering as she absorbed the beauty surroundihe soft rustle of leaves and the distant sound of a fountain's gerickle created a soothing symphony that weled her to the day. She blinked against the brightness, feeling a sense of peavelop her as she took in the splendor outside her window. Maria stood by Isabel's bedside, her weathered hands smoothing the pristine white sheets. The m light filtered through the ornate pace windows, casting a soft golden glow across the room. “Good m, Yhness,” Maria greeted, bowing low to show her plete respect, loyalty, and trust. The soft m light poured into the room, illuminating the intricate details of the marble floors and the delicate frescoes that adorhe walls. Isabel, a vision of youthful innoce, y led in her luxurious bed, her long blonde hair spread like spun silk across the pillow. Her emerald eyes sparkled with childlike curiosity, wide and bright as she looked up at her beloved maid. “Good m, Maria!” Isabel replied excitedly, her voice bright and cheerful, like a melody that dahrough the air. She wore a beautiful long white nightdress, delicate and flowing, emphasized her petite frame as she moved with flowing sleeves that brushed against her delicate wrists. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her ba gentle waves, catg the light and shimmering like spun gold. With a childlike innod uninhibited enthusiasm of a child that radiated from her very being, Isabel rubbed her eyes sleepily before her emerald gaze sparkled with curiosity. She crawled across the plush silk sheets, reag out to Maria with open arms. In an instant, she ed her slender arms around the older woman, Maria’s waist, pulling her close with a beaming smile that lit up the room. Her embrace ure and genuine - a moment of unguarded affe that transded the formal boundaries of royal life. “Yhness, do you know what today is?” Maria asked softly, caressing Isabel's hair with a gentle hand. Her own white hair framed her face like a halo, and her kind eyes sparkled with affe and her gentle ugh lines deepened as she caressed Isabel's golden locks, her touaternal and reverent. The trast between the young princess's vibrant energy and Maria's calm, seasoned presence created a tableau of warmth and deep e. Her white hair pulled baeatly, Maria looked down at Isabel with eyes that held decades of love and servibsp;Isabel tilted her head slightly, p as she pouted pyfully. "Hmm? Is it the Flower Princess Day?" Isabel questioned, her voice a melodic blend of innod excitement. Maria's eyes twinkled with a secret, her excitement barely tained. "Haha, no that's not it," she responded as she chuckled warmly, her ughter like a soothing balm, and her voice rich with anticipation. "The Flower Princess Day hasn't been decided yet. But! It is- Make a guess, Yhness!" "NOPE!" Isabel's defiai through the opulent chamber, her delicate features t into an adorable pout. Her arms crossed dramatically, she turned her face away with the theatrical fir of a young royal uo being denied. "Awwee, Yhness, please don't be like that-" Maria's gentle plea hung in the air, unfinished. *BAM* *The Door opens wide* The massive ornate door burst open with a thunderous sound that echoed against the marble walls. Luxana strode in—a vision of purpose aermination, her movements precise and powerful. Her presenatention, filling the room with aritensity that instantly shifted the atmosphere. "HUH? Luxana? What're you-" Isabel's fused protest was cut short. Before Isabel could fully prehend what was happening, Luxana's strong hand seized her right arm. With one swift, decisive motion, she yahe princess from her luxurious bed, draggiowards the bathroom situated to the left of the chamber. "HEY! HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING-" Her screams were a mixture of shod indignation, her white nightgown billowing around her as she was unceremoniously pulled across the gleaming floor. "YHNESS!" Maria's panicked cry followed, her aged legs scrambling to catch up to the rapidly moving se. *BAM* The bathroom door flew open with another resounding crash. *THUD* Isabel nded on the pristine marble floor, her emerald eyes wide with shod bewilderment. "Stop being a baby, a ready," Luxana remarked coolly, her tone brooking nument. As Maria finally reached the bathroom, Luxana swiftly intercepted her, grabbing her arm and—with the same effortless strength—threw her into the bathroom alongside Isabel. "10 mihat's all you'll get," she decred definitively, shutting the door with a decisive sm.-Inside Isabel's Bathroom- The opulent bathroom, with its gleaming marble surfaces and gold-pted fixtures, suddenly felt custrophobic. The air was thick with tension, punctuated by the rapid breathing of its two octs. Isabel sat on the cool floor, her white nightdress pooled around her like spilled moonlight. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with childlike innoce, were now wide with shock, darting frantically around the room as if searg for an expnation. Her delicate frame shook visibly, each tremor sending ripples through her golden hair. "Wha- what- what the hell ju- just happened?" Isabel's voice quivered, the words tumbling out in a disjointed cascade. Her usual poise had evaporated, repced by raw, unfiltered fear. Her slender fingers gripped the edge of her nightdress, knuckles turning white with the force of her grasp. Maria, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, turo face the young princess. The older woman's weathered face was a vas of and fusion. Her white hair, usually ly coiffed, now hung in disarray around her face, mirr the chaos of the moment. "Wa...was..........rin........Princ..Princess....La....La..Luxana so....so....so scary?" Maria's question came out in fragments, each word seeming to cost her great effort. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and maternal worry, searched Isabel's face for answers. The bathroom, usually a sanctuary of calm and luxury, now felt like a gilded cage. The ornate mirror reflected their bewildered expressions, multiplying their fusion. The gerickle of water from a not-quite-closed faucet provided an oddly soothing terpoint to their ragged breathing, a reminder of the normalcy that had been so abruptly shattered.-Vinar Pace; Guest Room; M, 6.47 AM- *Door Opens* “Oh, that was quick,” the King excimed, his voice warm and inviting as he took a leisurely sip of tea. A smile danced across his face, the kind that seemed to light up the entire room. I sat opposite him on the parallel sofa, my posture defiantly rexed. One leg crossed over the other, I formed a fist aed it on the armrest, leaning my head against it as if the weight of the world rested on my shoulders. The opulence of the room—rich tapestries hanging from the walls and golden ats gleaming in the m light—felt distant to me. I couldn’t muster the energy to eh him, despite the grahat surrounded us. The air was thick with the st of freshly brewed tea mingling with the faint aroma of blooming flowers wafting in from the gardens outside. I could hear the soft rustle of leaves and distant birdsong, but they barely registered in my mind. I issed. No, scratch that - I was THERMONUCLEAR-LEVEL-ABOUT-TO-EXPLODE-LIKE-A-VOLO-EATING-ISSED OFF! After pying the world's most frustrating game of where-the-heck-are-my-people for AIRE DAY (seriously, did they join a witness prote program?), My and Mylo finally appear at 4 AM... BUT PLOT TWIST... They're fnking my dear uncle, aka the self-procimed "KING OF DOMINO" (more like King of Ruining-Every-Single-Moment-of-My-Life), arently got his PhD in Terrible Timing with a minor in Being-The-Worst-Uncle-Ever. No because he probably couldn't fit it over his infted ego. There's My and Mylo, my ride-or-dies, my chosen family, my partners-in-surviving-this-royal-circus, standing there looking like they just got caught stealing cookies from the royal kit (which, holy, would have been a better sario than this). Their faces screaming "SOS" in every known nguage, including interpretive danbsp;Then this man - this AUDAAN - who has the emotional intelligence of a brick wall, hits us with "My beloved daughter" (EXCUSE ME? Did you just "beloved daughter" me? The st time you showed any "beloved" anything was when you found your refle in a spoon). And instead of letting me have ONE MICROSED with my actual loved ones, he's got My pying royal dress-up-doll with me while Mylo's serving tea like we're having a 4 AM British invasion. TEA? At 4 AM? What's - midnight croquet? Daes? Uncle dearest, I'd rather attend a dance css taught by a three-legged elephant than py happy families with you at this ungodly hour! But here we are, your royal pain-in-my-neck, turning what could have been a beautiful reunion into your personal episode of "How to Ruihing in Under 5 Minutes: A Royal Guide"! ime, I'm installing a moat around my bedroom. With alligators. And maybe some passive-aggressive signage: "No Kings Allowed, Especially Uncles Pretending to be Fathers".I sighed. Oh, wait a minute, did I tell you what I was wearing? I wore a fitted long-sleeve riding shirt in brilliant turquoise that hugged my form, atuating an athletic build. The shirt's mandarin colr framed my nee elegantly, while subtle white piping along the edges added a touch of refi. Delicate coral and gold embroidery danced across the shoulders, catg the light with every movement and creating a mesmerizing interpy of colors. High-waisted breeches in deep navy blue provided both fort and funality, their sleek desiguring zippered pockets that blended practicality with style. Coral ats along the seams tied seamlessly into the ensemble, eg the vibraails of the shirt and enhang the overall aesthetibsp;Knee-high bck leather riding boots pleted the look, polished to perfe and exuding sophistication. The intricate turquoise stitg on the boots gleamed softly, adding a final flourish of elegahat harmonized beautifully with the shirt. Flowing behind me was a light coral cape that began at the waist and cascaded down to cover my backside. Its scalloped hemli a touch of whimsy as it billowed gently in the evening breeze, creating a captivating silhouette. Faste the front with a delicate turquoise brooch, the cape shimmered like a whisper of cainst the fading light, drawing attention to its graceful movement. Soft turquoise leather gloves adorned my hands, both grip and poise as I prepared for my ride. Atop my head rested a cssic ridi with a matte bck finish, ated by a vibrant turquoise band that framed my fiery cascade e hair—a striking trast that glowed like embers in the dusk. This outfit was more than just clothing; it was an expression of fidence, adventure, and elegan ensemble that came alive with movement, transf me into a vision of strength ay against nature’s breathtaking vas. Each element worked in harmony, creating a stunning portrayal of style and spirit that resonated with every heartbeat.I got up and sat properly, my hands pced one over the other on my thighs on the small two-person sht o him and closed my eyes. I could feel his gaze on me, and when I opened my eyes, I noticed him turning his face away, a silent question lingering in the air. His expression was soft, a blend of curiosity and , as if he was trying to uand my choice without uttering a word. And then suddenly, *BAM* The door swung open with forbsp;"Your Majesty!" Daleyza rushed in, her voice sharp with urgency, as if she’d seen a ghost. She wore an exquisite emerald dress that flowed gracefully around her figure, the rich hue atuating the warmth of her brown hair and the striking brilliance of her emerald eyes. The dress featured a fitted bodice that fttered her silhouette, with delicate cap sleeves that added a touch of femininity. A subtle shimmer danced across the fabric, catg the light with every movement, enhang the dress's luxurious appeal. The skirt billowed out in soft yers, creating an enting effect as she walked. A delicate gold sash ched at her waist, trastiifully with the deep green and adding a hint of opuleo the ensemble. The gold not only highlighted her curves but also plemehe warm uones in her hair, which cascaded in soft waves down her babsp;Her accessories were thoughtfully chosen; she wore elegant gold earrings that dangled lightly, catg glimmers of light and drawing attention to her radiant face. A matg bracelet encircled her wrist, its intricate design eg the elegance of the dress. On her feet were strappy sandals in a muted gold that added height without overp the outfit. The soft metallic shimmer harmonized perfectly with the emerald tones, creating a cohesive look from head to toe.As she moved through the room, the bination of emerald green and gold created a captivating aura around her. She exuded fidend grace, each element of her attire w together to reflect her vibrant personality and timeless elegao be tinued...