Chapter 2
"Woah!" Andrei exclaimed, passing a hand through his shaggy brown hair. "This room alone is three times bigger than our farm!"
"Shush, my boy!" Ivan said to his grandson. "The princess will never take us seriously if you keep gaping at the ceiling like that!"
"But it's just so beautiful, dedushka!" The young man exclaimed, craning his neck at the painted figures that spread all over the ceiling above them. "Look at all the detail! At the fine brushstrokes that form that woman's hair!"
"Andrei!" cried Ivan, his eyes starting to burn with rage. "We did not travel this far just so you could marvel at the way someone painted the ceilings of the royal castle! We came here with only one purpose, and that is to report the reason why you have to permanently cover Ranger's rear with that blanket! Now stand up straight, keep your mouth shut and nod along, alright?"
The young boy gave up at once and stared down at his shoes. "Alright."
Just then, a butler entered the room and ushered the two raiders towards the main staircase.
Said butler then stood beside the staircase, cleared his throat and announced: "All bow to Princess Sonya of Russia!"
Andrei's heart literally skipped a beat when he saw the princess descend from the wooden stairwell that led to her vast living room. Her misty grey eyes to him were like two perfect spheres which contained a thousand ancient storms. Her soft, pale skin reminded him of the most delicate of iceberg roses. Her blond hair, which was arranged in a flawless bun and adorned with shiny white pearls, only added to her immaculate beauty.
Andrei would never forget the dress that she was wearing that cold spring morning. It had short, puffy sleeves and a long red velvet skirt that gently brushed the carpet at her feet. And right in between her bosoms, a perfectly immaculate white corsage.
But the most impressive thing about her image wasn't her soft complexion, or her luxurious dress. It was the small golden crown that sat on top of her blond head, reflecting the light irradiating from the lamps.
"Good evening, gentlemen." She greeted them, her voice still childlike and feminine. "I am princess Sonya Bezukhov. It is a pleasure to meet you. I hear you have traveled far to see me."
"The pleasure is all ours, princess." Ivan said with a smile right before gently kissing her gloved hand.
"Please, follow me to the throne room."
The two gentlemen did as they were told.
Andrei watched closely as Sonya sat on a dark mahogany chair which seemed miniscule compared to her father's intimidating throne.
"Well..." Sonya huffed, sitting up on her little throne to communicate an air of importance. "Why have you traveled all this way?"
"We seek your wisdom, princess." Andrei's grandfather explained. "You see, someones broke into the stables a few days ago-"
"Sorry to interrupt, mister… ?"
"Bolkonskaya." Replied the old man with a smile.
"Of course. I beg your pardon, Mister Bolkonskaya, but what do you mean by 'someones?'"
"There were tons of footsteps on the floor of the stables." Andrei informed her, his voice deepened by the inevitable changes of adolescence. "Four pairs of shoes, I think."
"Interesting." Said the princess, relieved that this urgent matter was indeed urgent. "And how did they get in?"
"They turned the lock into ice!" The young man blurted out, seemingly excited. "We found the pieces on the floor the next morning! It was all covered in frost!"
"But that's impossible. The only person who could be able to perform such a transformation would be..."
Sonya's voice faded. The throne room was invaded by an absolutely silence, holding prophecies of bad things, sinester things.
"Um… princess Bezukhov?" Andrei called out uncertainly, his words hanging in the air.
Sonya stood up from her chair with start, shaking her head as if she had recently woken up from a trance. "Oh dear! I'm terribly sorry if I spaced out there. Anyway, as I was saying, the only person capable of turning a lock into ice would be the Snow Queen, and as I'm sure you both know, she does not exist."
"Try telling that to him!" Ivan chuckled, signaling his grandson. "He's been trying to prove her existence since he was a boy."
Sonya raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
Andrei looked down at his boots, his cheeks turning red.
The princess giggled at the boy's reaction. Oh dear! I would turn down a hundred princes just to get one night alone with this cutie pie!
Realizing how immature she looked, Sonya corrected her posture once again and said in an impotent tone: "What did these 'someones' take?"
Andrei looked up at the princess with a grave expression. "I think it would be best if you see for yourself."
The two gentlemen shared a look and then began to walk away.
Sonya soon followed, her short golden heels clicking against the marbled floor.
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