Fake Princess
CHAPTER 5
I exhaled the breath I had been holding since no problem. Now I could do nothing more about my appearance, so I just needed to make sure not to stumble while walking across the long, smooth floor that led to the two thrones at the end of the hall. I nodded at the bodyguards standing on either side of the giant door, and they reached out at exactly the same time to open a path towards the hall.
Thorvaldor's long hall is high-ceilinged, and flanked by tall windows. Unlike the Great Hall, where various banquets were at the hands, or the Hall of Fire, where the inhabitants of the palace could read or
listening to the latest songs and poems, the Hall of Thorvaldor is rarely warm. White columns placed over a distance produce a wide path that runs along the marble floor to a podium, where two great thrones are located. Without waiting any longer I lifted my chin and walked over to them.
In the back, I heard the sound of the door closing, then the slow pace of Uncle Ronald following me.
My hair began to bristle as soon as the door closed at the end of the hall, my parents sat on their thrones, wearing heavy state crowns. Two other people were standing on the podium. There was no one else in the room.
I swallowed spit. Something's not right. I recognized those people as I approached the podium. An older man named Omar Otralus, the head of the witch's campus in Vivaskari & my father's main advisor in the field of magic, The man looks like someone you imagine to be the strongest witch in the country, with a white beard, dark eyes and a dark beard & sharp (like the witch grandfather in the Harry Potter😁 film), next to her is a tall and sturdy woman, with proud gestures, her dense hair & dark color combed up & over & clamped like a crown on his head. That's Melani Enderson. Melani is considered to be the main candidate for Omar's bride, both as the head of the campus and my father's magic advisor. Melani is also a noble woman, and very beautiful. They were both wearing black robes, magician markers.
I nodded as I passed them, and from the corner of my eyes, saw that Uncle Ronald was already standing beside them, but I directed all my attention to my parents. “ Your Honor,” I said officially when stopped a few feet in front of the podium. Then, “ Mother, Father.”
“ Diana,” said my mother. But my mother didn't smile when she said it, and I seemed to hear a choking tone in her throat, but it disappeared so quickly that I wasn't sure. “ There's something we have to tell you.”
My mother glanced at my father, a gesture so sharp that it made me blink. My father looked down, as if he were preparing for something, and when he looked up, he put on the expression of the king, strong, calm, and cold.
“ About what will Diana's parents say ?”