Elara cannot fathom what she's hearing, things are turning too fast for her to grasp anything.
When did she get sold? When did she reach the castle? How did she get selected to be the king's consort?
A very mad king for that matter, Elara could feel his cold gaze on her. How could a king be loved when he's like this.
She steals a glance and immediately regrets it, such chill like it's winter and she knows the chill is especially directed to her.
The king's lips curls backward. He wasn't feeling hateful towards her (a total lie) he's just really engraved at the gods for giving him this!!
How could he work with someone like this?!! She looks like she came out of a literal shit hole.
Her face, smudged with dirt one could hardly see the thunder mark, she's wearing what seems to be a potato sack. A literal potato sack. How umbrageous!!
He releases a slow breath remembering, above all else. Control. He looks to his general Raven on his right and nods to him.
The general already got the message without having to need an explanation. With his bulky state, he pushes through the crowd excusing himself.
Lady Seraphine looks to be on the verge of bursting from anger. Why her?!! She worked so hard for this moment and now it's snatched away from her?!! No way.
She could feel her face heating up so she simply rakes her hand through her hair. What would her parents think?
The king rises from his throne walking towards Elara. She glances at him without lowering her head, such a brave idiot! You should never show your neck to a wolf.
But she doesn't know that, so he'll have to teach it to her. Slowly. Gradually and painfully.
He looks behind her to the high priest Elion. "Find someone to clean her up before bringing her in"
And with that, he leaves the scene. Elara bites her mouth…the nerve of this man who does he think he is?! God?!!!!
She looks to the high priest Elion who's glancing at her with fascination. The gods chose well indeed. He offered her a smile to which she returns.
The people in the temple have already filed out. The Harem's and councillors following after the king in such deep anger.
The high priest calls for old madam Tilda to come over and take charge. "I leave her to you" he gently pushes Elara to Tilda before adding.
"Don't worry, you're in good hands" but Elara doesn't exactly feel that as old madam Tilda analyses her.
Madam Tilda tuts her lips as she sees the work cut out for her. Such a huge mess, taking her into the house of petals like this would be an abomination!!!
"Follow me" she orders in her thick Russian accent before adding: "welcome to hell. No one here cares about you, you have no mother, or brother here so don't think you'll be loved"
Elara's eyes widen, she knows that such a grand place would hardly be safe but she didn't actually think it is hell. She kept following trail silently until they reached the lower halls.
"This is the lower halls, go take bathe. I bring cloth for you" she turns and leaves without any guidance.
With a sigh, Elara gets inside the hall. It's so grand— her house could never. She just kept on walking and the people kept pointing at her and whispering.
Is this the chosen Consort? She's just like us, so why would she be chosen? I mean she's not even that pretty.
Elara just simply ignored them because talking back was never her category. She preferred to do it in her head because it tastes even sweeter.
One of the maids there with fake confidence approaches her. "So you're the chosen Consort"
And you're the chosen idiot. Elara blinked at her slowly. Upon not getting an answer she got engraved.
"You know, you'll be thrown out the moment the king sees you?"
See if I care. The girl hisses getting nowhere.
"I mean who would want a poor rag like you" you're one to talk. Oh how badly Elara wishes to curse this girl but she just kept gazing at her like she's stupid.
"What is happening here. You see new meat and you jump on her?!! This new meat is more powerful than all of you. I don't want to see a repeat of this, understood?!!!"
They all bow they're head before leaving Elara and Madame Tilda alone. The woman had a hunch back and yet she could command a room of young ladies.
She hands over the dress to Elara. "Go shower. Don't make me wait" Elara nods before heading to the bathroom but madam Tilda stops her.
"Learn to fight back if not you'll be chewed and spit out"
The council wing.
The king's seated silently on his throne, his mind somewhere else. While his councillors and scholars are awaiting for the king's answer.
"Your Majesty" he looks up to Lord Varos who spoke up with a respectful bow.
She was supposed to be a court maid of the outer realm and yet the gods chose her to be his consort. Is this some kind of joke!!
"Who handled the maidens cargo" the king commands finally giving each and every member a hard stare.
Master Orrin drops to the ground crying. "I'm sorry Your Majesty, keeper of the eternal flame, sovereign of the outer and inner realms. I deserve to die"
The king grinds his jaw as he mauls over his decisions. Before abruptly standing up and leaving the council wing. The people there were pretty shaken.
While master Orrin is still on the floor weeping. Did he escape death in the hands of the king. Oh the heavens must be by his side.
Elara and Madame Tilda were heading over to the palace interiors where the king is waiting for her anxiously.
He looks out wondering how he got here faster than her. Such insolence, he knows Madame Tilda is a Very effective person so the problem is from the girls point.
The door opens and Madame Tilda comes in. "Apologies my lord, we lost track of time" he nods as Elara comes in through the door in a very beautiful beige gown that's clearly not her size—on the chest region.
Elara was so astonished at the beautiful interiors and designs to the palace interiors. Long silver curtains, comfortable chairs that she could sleep in and the atmosphere smells heavenly.
The king clears his throat snapping Elara's gaze back to him. Old Madame Tilda came forward pushing her shoulders down before it clicked to Elara.
She bows oh so very awfully, but the king doesn't mind. He gets up approaching her. She gaze into his eyes with defiance.
He almost chuckled at her act of bravery. He calls for his guards, his eyes cold even behind the mask.
"Execute Her Tomorrow." And that was final.