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Chapter 23 - Some things never change

  • A/n Before you start, Mi princessa means “My princess” in Spanish. Other Spanish terms are interpreted below.
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  • Zara
  • The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes is the ceiling which had Spanish characters imprinted on it. No way, I think.
  • “Mi princessa, it’s a good thing you’re awake. The Queen requests your presence.” A voice said cautiously. It’s Maryann. It’s almost like she waited for me to wake up.
  • “Wait, Mary?” I spit out, half yawning. My whole body felt worked up. I felt weak. Yet, I couldn’t believe I had been back to the royal palace. After the search party found myself and Zack, we were taken onboard and immediately immunized with the first aid kit. When we got to the palace, we were so tired that the royal doctor ordered us to go rest for sometimes. “Yes, princess.” She replied briefly. Her hair is in its usual bun and her eyes are glued to me. She knew the not-to-bow rules. Her attire is really funny; an oversized traditional red gown that had folding just beneath it.
  • “What is that you’re wearing?” I uttered rubbing my eyes. “It’s a traditional ladies-in-waiting attire, mi princessa. You need to get ready for the appeal ceremony. Rumors say His and Her Majesty will be pardoning Fernanda today.” I watched in surprise as she reveals the cause of the appeal ceremony. I wondered what else Fernanda was going to do when she fully gained her stand a palace princess again.
  • Maryann’s facial expression withheld so many possible truths. She was definitely one of those who knew Fernanda’s true colors. I also wondered where Zack was. Wasn’t this our bedroom? Did he move?
  • “Where is Zack?” I suddenly asked. I didn’t miss the slight throat clear from her. This was unusual of me from the numerous fights we had before we were lost on an island. You couldn’t blame me. After being stuck in a place with someone for months, you become to having the person around. “He woke up few minutes earlier. He went to prepare too.” She said in her pure Spanish accent. Even though I had just met her for a limited time, I had missed her.
  • This made me go forward and pull her into a hug. At first, she remains professional but she ends up hugging me back.
  • “I really missed you, Mary.” I spilled out. She wraps her hands around me too. “I guess I did, mi princessa.” Her words are a bit softer now. Though she was older than me, she had this warmness around her that I liked.
  • “So, how are you? Have you fully recovered?” I asked. Though it’s been three months since I left for the journey. “Oh, that. Yes, princess. I am so honoured you cared to ask.” She uttered.
  • “Can we shred all formalities between us? It’s like I’m a god or something.” I admitted immediately. “Very well, Your Majesty but you have to get ready as soon as possible. Your food is on the cabinet. I’ll leave you to your own comfort.” The traditional red attire she was wearing really suited her persona.
  • I watched as she exited the door, closing it behind her.
  • I smiled to myself.
  • I was back home. Not my real home, though. Yet, somewhere I could freshen up. In spite of the tantrums of being a tomboy I always threw, I loved my bath. I loved when I used scented roses and warm water to treat my skin.
  • After my meal; French toast with jam and sandwich, I drink my coffee and I gently take my clothes off. It’s the same attire I had on while being lost on an island. The entire time, it had been worn-out. But, at times when in need, you’re left with no choice. Locating the door to the bathroom, I open it. It’s still as elegant as ever with its white sleekness and its dragon blue prints.
  • The bath is filled with roses and off course scented oils. Apart from skating, I’ve always being a sucker for baths. And, back at the island, there was no means of scented roses.
  • I get in.
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  • “Eres absolutamente hermosa, mi princessa.” It’s Maryann. I think she totally lost it at the sight of the dress I picked from the closet.
  • “Language, Ann. You’ve forgotten I don’t fully understand Spanish yet.” I groaned out. She gave a wide-eyed expression. “Oh sorry, what I meant was—You look absolutely beautiful, my princess.” Maryann said.
  • “Ah, you don’t look bad yourself, Mary. Let’s hurry now. We don’t want to be late for the appeal, do we?” I advised. “You’re right, my princess.”
  • The walk to the throne room is a bit long. The palace was quite voluminous. I was escorted by my six ladies-in-waiting, Maryann included.
  • We made a halt at the entrance. Zack is already there, waiting for me. Something at the back of my head told me it wasn’t because he was obliged to do so, rather willingly.
  • A sense of déjẚ vu hit me as I remembered the last time he waited. He appeared as noble and eloquent as ever. His dark hair, slightly combed back, contrasted mine which was left to flow out its nasty little curls. Dress, was almost a suit; a black shirt backed up with a suit’s jacket and grey slim fit pants. He sure had his mother’s style of dressing; Italian.
  • I had gone for a maroon attire this time. A long gown which highlighted my slim waist and luscious curves.
  • “Shall we?” He whispered, lifting my hands to his chin and giving it a kiss. “Yes.” I simply said. I was eminently drawn by how good he looked in that attire. Of how it highlighted every muscles on his body.
  • The throne room, as usual was as eloquent as ever. It’s six entrance and exit doors were still the same. Nothing had changed at all. Already seated on the medium sized throne, on my right hand was Zack.
  • His parents were next to him.
  • Breathe, Zara. You can do this! I encourage myself. I lifted my chin with a bit of pride to the crowd.
  • I sighted Fernanda. She looked different… Like a witch whose coven had just been revealed. Her red velvet hair sprawled on her formal black long gown. You could see the curling roots firmly on a side of her black turtle net necked gown.
  • Her eyes glinted mischievously like a groaning beast. Ready to set its hand and claw at our faces anytime. I silently wondered why I never noticed this before. Maybe because she always wore pretty pink, white or yellow dresses that displayed girly innocence or cheerfulness. No one knew that deep down, she was poisonous and could ruin anyone at her path.
  • The king stood up to address the crowd.
  • “Ladies and gentlemen, we all know why we are here today. As we all know, we are here for an appellation. If we remember correctly, Fernanda was given a sentence of six months as a servant and her lover, Alejandro, a year at the peasant farm.” He declared. He was about to carry on when suddenly, a loud cough erupted from his chest like a mighty rolling cyclone. The whole crowd began murmuring.
  • “Order!” The royal attorney shouted. There is an abrupt silence immediately. King Moretti, now recovered from his servants help, carries on. “I King Moretti hereby affirm a pardon concerning the sentence given to my daughter and her supposed lover.” His facial expression contradicted the words he said. The continuous blinks of his eyes showed that he was not too pleased with what he had just said. One could tell that from a mile away.
  • The King’s body vibrated with a loud cough again.
  • The Queen hurriedly stood up and escorted King Moretti back to the throne. She elegantly walked forward to address the crowd. “Since my husband isn’t feeling too well, I will take over from here. Concerning the pardon, we promise that Fernanda would be married to a well-acquainted suitor in two months’ time.” Her words are decent and brilliant. You could tell though, of her Italian descent by the way she pronounced her words.
  • “Let’s not forget, mi gente of my son, Zack and his betrothed wife, Zara. They have gone on the cleansing journey to Island Formentera. Although, they encountered a ship wreck, all is well now. They were lost for three months, but now they have been found.” She maintained her posture, carefully giving out words from her mouth. The whole crowd erupted with gasps and pity faces. Guess us having a ship wreck and being lost had aroused a whole lot of that.
  • “Mi gente.” She started out again which meant “my people”. From the thorough studying of Spanish, I could pick a few words.
  • “Let’s not allow what happened in the past hold us back. Let’s move on to the future and create a new day. We don’t have to wait for a new day, we are the new day.” She concluded motivationally.
  • The whole crowd gave a loud clap at how their queen had just addressed them.
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