Today, the Melenael of the week, was the day of the coronation. It wouldn’t be held in the Kingblade’s palace but the court of the Skywrath’s nation, the symbol of justice and power. Shendelzare was preparing for it, having her maidens finished dressing her. The royal attire would be an overflowing gown with a stiff corset and a low v-neck, made to forcefully set her back straight and her stomach hugged tightly. The navy blue dress was enchanted with gold glitters of the fairy dragon.
Shendelzare’s thought wandered to yesterday’s event. After checking her father, she had went to meet Dragonir, her friend since she was a child. He was a highborn, one of the respected nobles and was given the honorable task to protect her. Recently, however, he wasn’t doing his job satisfyingly. She had to find him to talk about this rumor and not the other way around. His study was distracting him.
She met him, however, in the royal library located a few hills from the Kingblade’s palace. He was at the third floor, a private place for the highborn people, sitting at a floating wooden table with thick manuscripts and scrolls scattered on it, studiously analyzing each one with his pale blue eyes. The library was lighted with pale purple gems on the ceiling, emanating spelled fluorescent light, gathering in groups and showing the luxury of the Skywrath kingdom.
Approaching him and flying through the glassy tiles of the floor, she observed other people there. It was quiet except for some insignificant whispers. A few was checking out the floating bookshelves placed at the half of the library, while others sat themselves to read at the other half, round wooden tables on the air. At the end of the library was a tall semi-circle counter with a hovering librarian supervising the place.
Dragonir looked so out of place there, changing so much from the boy she had once knew. That man with his arcane learning... She shook her head. Sometimes she couldn’t figure her friend out.
She lightly tapped his shoulder, causing a jerk from him. He turned around, seeing her with widened eyes, and stood immediately. He bowed slightly. “Shendelzare. What can I help you?” he said, not addressing her as the majesty, given the nature of their relationship. “I’ve heard from Dirane about your arrival. I am sorry for not being able to meet your request at that time.” His voice was hard and coarse.
She nodded. “It is okay. Eventually, I will meet you, no matter how late it is.” She took a seat beside him, placing her hands on her lap. Taking a deep breath, she braved herself to speak her feeling. “I want to discuss with you about a rumour. It concerns Shanniel. One of my maidens said she overheard Shanniel talking with someone about taking the reign of the country. She wants to rule, Dragonir.”
He did not say anything, his face expressionless. It frustrated her but finally he spoke his mind. “That is a huge statement. Coming from a maiden, I wouldn’t believe much of it. Perhaps she misheard Shanniel’s conversation, or even worse, she made it up. There was no reason why Shanniel wanted to take the throne. She wasn’t the type to handle administration matter.”
She let out an agreeing sigh. “I know. I thought so too but a few days ago she had been acting weird. When Herseyr told her she was not going to attend the coronation and took a place in a negotiation instead, her reaction was harsh.” She shook her head, placing her hands on the table, pressing them.
He smiled slightly. “Don’t worry, Shendel. I’m your protector. If she does indeed want to take the thrown reserved for you, I would stop her. At the end, your safety is my top priority.” He paused and bowed a bit. “Well, I’m slacking off recently due to this wonderful research, but I’m going to be there at your coronation.” He held up his face, a determined gleam in her eyes. “I’m one of the best mages here after all.”
She felt hugely relieved, but the worry still lingered at the back of her mind. She hoped he would fulfill his promise. She felt safer having him around. Since she started thinking about the rumour, she could not help but wonder just who would backstab her. If it was true, Shanniel would not work alone. There must be others involved in this scheme. She fisted her hand. She would not give up the throne. Father trusted it to her, and there must be a good reason for that. She was not going to disappoint him, and the country.