Chapter 276 - The Ball (1/2)
”Where have you been?” asked Xula, the award ceremony ended a few hours ago. Sat in a restaurant in town, with the people being oblivious who were seated – the sun began its journey downward. The bright lit sunlight turned to one orangish yet present. Time was around 17:00, many returned from the arena. Since the train tracks were broken – most were forced to take buses or taxis. All and all, it didn't matter since the tournament was a hit amongst all. The fights, the idols, not to mention the unexpected showing of Autumn's Blossom. They walked on stage to perform a piece out of sheer kindness, the crowd loved it. Tomorrow would be the last day, the day where all the artists would get to take to the stage and perform until the countdown struck zero.
Hosted in the noble district, inside the largest mansion in Claireville, preparation for the party began. Countless numbers of servants and butlers were brought over by many nobles. Gifts, food, and much more. Since Royalty would be in attending – security grew tighter.
”There was an issue that needed to be resolved,” said as vague as possible, he sipped tea whilst eyeing the town-square.
”Are you sure?” she leaned, ”-even if I can't read your mind,” she squinted, ”-I know something is up.”
”Fine,” he gave, ”-you know the whole assassination of Ernis? Well, it was something related to that. I found the culprit and had to tie up loose ends,” the cup emptied, ”-happy?”
”There's no need to seem so agitated,” she backed away with a baffled look.
”I'm sorry,” feeling guilty, ”-I'm speaking the truth. I had to do some vile inhuman things to get the desired results.”
”Care to elaborate?” she asked, genuinely wanting to listen.
”Well,” he sighed, ”-the bullet that was fired didn't come from the Goldberg,” whispered so that only she could hear, ”-that was a sniper I employed. The real target was Eira,” the gaze felt cold, ”-the order I gave was for her to get shot,” to which, he backed off.
”I'm sorry,” she held his hand, ”-I'm just glad everything worked out,” a gentle smile followed.
Time continued, as usual, no stop, nothing major. Nobles, dressed in expensive attire with accessories arrived one by one. The party was set to begin at 19:00.
”Is this good enough?” Xula screamed across the hall – the voice echoed to the study since they returned to Rosespire.
”Sure, looks great,” he fired back.
”You haven't seen it,” she sighed.
”I did, a red gown, isn't it?”
”How did you know,” she covered her chest.
”All-seeing eye,” he yelled without much interest.
”The ultimate peeping tool,” to which she giggled, ”-I'll be ready in twenty minutes. Sure is hard without maids around,” she complained.
'Heh,' he chuckled, '-Xula's trying her best to make me laugh,' stood inside the room where lessons were given, he watched; flash memories of Lizzie sitting and sometimes napping played as if movies. 'You were going to pass that exam…' her notebook, opened, was closed. 'I'm not resting till Snow is taken care of. Tormenting the one responsible did give a sense of closure. Still,' the door locked behind, '-I've only begun,' dressed in a royal-blue suit, he headed downstairs. Void, currently parked at Claireville Academy, waited patiently.
Twenty-minutes turned to thirty-minutes, ”-we're going to run late,” it showed 18:15.
”Yeah, I'm coming,” radiating, she climbed down with a smug look.
”Someone is happy on her appearance,” a snarly remark.
”And someone feels less tense than before,” she winked. Using Teleportation, the duo sat inside Void, ”-we're off to the mansion,” it roared into life.
��My lady,” bowed the head-butler as nobles were escorted inside. The mansion, massive with high-walls all around. As soon as one drove through the entrance, it went around in a big semi-circle towards the left. There, another identical gate. The road made a separation between the mansion and its garden – the ways of the nobles still surprise most at times. The mansion itself, as big, if not bigger than a four-story building out in the town, continued towards the back of the property. On its right side, a place to park one's car. In front of which held a pond with trees that reflected dusk.
One by one, walking on a red carpet, one entered inside a very well-lit hall with portraits. It held a giant stairway that split and went toward the upper floors. The party itself was hosted a few steps behind, the ballroom. The latter was unlike anything one had ever seen, at the far right – a live orchestra of talented musicians playing mournful melodies. They rotated from that to peaceful and sometimes joyful. Waiters went around with plates holding drinks – refreshments were placed along the wall immediately to when one walked in. Doors led out to masterfully crafted balconies that overlooked pleasant scenery. Close to it, the social gathering of people from the ranks of Dukes and higher, including Gallienne, the queen-mother, and Piers Riverty. The Prince consort made it back in time.
”We're late,” shaking his head, the car entered.
”I'm I the one to blame?” Xula asked sarcastically.
”I would never dare to say such a thing,” he covered his mouth as if having said something disrespectful.
”Whatever,” she glanced over to the left, away from where he sat.
”Whatever indeed,” he mumbled, *mwah,* ”-what was that all about?”
”A little present,” she smiled.
”A present for what?” the car stopped.
”Quit it with the questions,” her voice trailed off. The real reason why so many questions were asked was to vex Xula. Teasing to see what reaction he could get – a ball of fun.
”Majesty,” seeing the Ardanian Royal couple arrive, the butlers and waiters bowed diligently. All the back and forth stopped, to which, after handing the key, the car was parked in his stead.
Meanwhile, in the ballroom, Gallienne stood outside with a woeful face.
”Why do you look so out of it?” asked Piers, ”-the nobles want to see you,” he urged seeing that Sely was the one doing all the talking.
”I've no idea myself,” she rested against the bal.u.s.trade – local artists performed inside the arena. As for the rest, the idols called it an early night since tomorrow would be the final day. ”These past few days were tough; I don't even know how I'd have managed to survive the ordeal without help.”
”You mean the King of Arda?” he asked, ”-I heard of him from Adelana. She doesn't have very admirable views towards him. Apart from that, the others seem to love his company, Julius included. He who waged war against the Clyfford family for the sole purpose of clearing a friend's name, I've no idea why he'd talk so fondly of someone.”
”Dear God,” she sighed, ”-Piers,” her voice seemed exhausted, ”-what's the name of the king?”
”Staxius Haggard isn't it… wait,” the eyes lit, ”-we need to hide. That's the man we blamed your pregnancy on, he's coming for revenge.”