The hunter

Sky is a talent. A rare exception to teh evryday human. She had magic cousing thorugh her veins. The only problem is she doesn't know what it does. Can her two mysterious cloaked figures help her find out? or will the kingdoms fall into war with a greater evil?


4. Party prep

Because my father was second advisor to the king, his rooms were near the kings so that he would be near in case of emergencies. And so, my rooms were close to the queens and consisted of a greeting room, a bedroom, a bathroom and a spare room that I used as a training room. My father had insisted from a young age that I knew how to protect myself. As I entered my greeting room, the queen was waiting for me on my comfy pink sofa. I curtsied and said 'Your Majesty, I'm glad to see you'

She smiled brightly and replied 'I've told you before, when there's no one about call me Maggie'

I couldn't bring myself to reply because even though I was a talent, I wasn't brave enough to call the queen by her first name. Taking my silence as an answer, the queen stood and walked to my bedroom. If it were anyone else I would have objected; but she was the queen. She could do what she wanted. Her voice drifted from the other room, muffled but still entirely understandable.

'There will be many eligible men at this feast tonight, and we may as well make the most of the men's business and find you a suitor'

I paled at the idea of trying to find a suitor. Most men were either too scare of my unknown talent or too focused on having their way with me to be anywhere near likeable. But the queen would not give up. She reappeared from the bedroom with a deep purple silk gown that left my shoulders and back bare and flowed, lightly glittering to the floor. I sighed.

'The only problem with that dress is that it shows my tattoo'

The only way to tell if a person had a talent or not was to check the back of their left shoulder. Every talent was born with a tattoo in the symbol of the flower of life that never faded or moved or changed. It was there from the day you're born to the day you die. Many people believed it was the devil marking his workers and others believed it was the mark of the earth. The only problem is I had this tattoo. And I hadn't found my talent.

Drawing me away from my worries Queen Magdalen tried to persuade me to wear the dress.

'Oh, but darling, you tattoo is beautifully intricate and the colour matches the flowers that have been climbing up the palace wall! You could wear one in your hair and then you wouldn't have to tie your hair up'

She knew me too well. I hated having my hair up because all the pins dug in to my scalp.

'And the glitter on the bottom will match the sparkle in our eyes!' she continued, even though we both knew she had me at hair down.

In the end, I gave in and agreed to wear the dress and the matching flower just so that I could get rid of her and have a few hours sleep. I told my lady's maid to wake me before the feast. Before I could sleep, the queen sent me a message saying that I would accompany Prince Edward at that nights feast. All I could think to myself was, at least I'm not accompanying Kalan.

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