Hellbents
Chapter 126: The Seed of Attachment
Little Ellijah sat upright in the horse-drawn carriage she rode with her father, the previous Duke Frost. Although he broke out in cold sweat and his tummy churned uncomfortably, leading to tension and nausea, Ellijah still had to practice his posture so as not to bend down to avoid lashing from his father. Because it had been a week since Duke Frost had been preparing for their visit to the floating palace.
"K-we're really flying!"
"Generic!"
Now the enthusiasm of Ellijah is in question. It is no wonder that young children enjoy seeing new things or are excited and curious, which is how they grow. But in the eyes of Duke Frost, such behavior was not necessary for the heir of the Frost region who had been a high nobleman for hundreds of years in the kingdom of Edodale. Every member of the family must always maintain dignity and manners. So, feeling happy just because the horse-drawn carriage they were riding on did not match the image they built.
"I hope you won't embarrass me in front of His Majesty King Dion later."
Little Ellijah nodded, her eyes blankly staring at the knees. No longer dare to even glance outside.
One more thing he can't do.
Their arrival was already prepared, the gatekeeper immediately opened the gate seeing the Frost family logo sculpted on the sides of the dock.
A senior servant greeted in front of the front door, immediately ushering them into a spacious room containing only a few magnificent chairs at the other end. Meeting room of the king.
With the respectful gesture he learned to make his legs hurt, little Ellijah knelt down along with Duke Frost, "Greetings to His Majesty King Dion."
"stand."
It was only then that Ellijah saw the princess for the first time. The little girl who looked petite from him occupied the chair - which though small was still luxurious - beside the man called king by his father. The girl looked at Ellijah from head to toe, as if judging an item on display in a display case. I don't know why Ellijah feels.
"It looks like Duke Frost brought your son to play with me?" Suddenly the girl raised her voice.
Ellijah panicked.
No one can speak before you are welcome. Especially asking what his action was. Soon his father will be furious.
But what Ellijah was worried about didn't happen.
"Yes, Princess Eve. Since you guys are your age, how about you play with my son?" Duke Frost responded ready.
Huh huh?
Her father ... smile?
Throughout his short life at that time, Ellijah never saw his father raise the corner of his lips a milliard. Not to the mother, not to the servants who continued to be patient, nor to the obedient son, Ellijah.
Princess Eve, huh?
"Alright then, I'll leave you to talk about adult affairs." Ellijah was still dumbfounded, confused. But when the smaller hand of him grasped the cold and moist palm of Ellijah, then he looked into the eyes of the girl. Blacker. Strong and not afraid.
This is different from what you usually see in the mirror.
He then realized about the thing that made him unpleasant earlier.
Eve and Ellijah are different.
Even though between the two adult men that scared the girl still said whatever she wanted.
Without fear.
Without worry, you will be punished if you make a mistake.
A new feeling arises in the heart of little Ellijah, damba.