The doors flew open for the second time several minutes after Aphron had left, Filin stepped in holding a stiff face accompanied by a young royal guard. Both of them looked nervous even as they both tried desperately to hide it. Shey turned towards them as they entered the room unannounced. Her face blank from all expressions, all that ran in her mind was her father's last words. Never had he spoken such words to her before not even when she was locked up in her room for the better part of a year. Her eyes followed them as they walked closer to her bed.
"Lady Assheyria, the Queen requests your presence at once," declared the young guard. His head tilted upwards, his hands glued together behind his back and his body rigid as staff. Filin walked over to Shey, lifting his left arm in the air as he took a slight bow. She knew what that meant and placed her hand on his gently and gracefully as she rose. She was then escorted out the room by the two men and into the dark corridors.
The hall was shrouded in a blackness as deep as that of the darkest night. It was designed with many convoluted twists and turns and because of this, it was very easy to get lost. The Queen embedded Etoes in the walls causing it at certain times of the day to change shape and form a new path. It was the same for most the areas in the palace especially areas surrounding the royal family. It was built to ensure added security to the family, in addition to the fortified and heavily guarded palace.
And because of the changing map every guard or maiden in assistance to a family member are given pieces of a small crystal gem made from the dust of an Eteos crystal. It would help show the true way through the halls and corridors whenever they change. It was the same in this case as well. The young guard held a small white gem in his outstretched hand in front of him as he walked. The gem's radiance transformed walls into pathways and pathways into stairs. Shey who had not been out of her room in a year found the sight enthralling as though she had seen for the first time.
She walked closely behind Filin, eyeing the guard cautiously as to not lose sight of him as he led the way. Their footsteps resounded stridently through the empty halls, filling the void till there was nothing else heard. The light from the gem served as the cradle of light that guide them through the dark halls. Shey resisted the urge to speak to Filin, to ask what was going on, how her father was doing, what he meant by his last words. Shey reluctantly swallowed her words back in through her dry throat. The atmosphere around the other two was enough to tell her that they were in no condition to talk.
Her eyes fell to her hands, as they clamped together in a nervous embrace. Her shoulders drop in a depressed slump. She knew her posture was not one approved of a royal and she would have to fix it before she got the chamber, but right now, she had no strength or will to. She was shaken with fear and angst, so many things running through her mind and she couldn't stop worrying about her father. She almost missed a step when Filin placed a soft hand on hers.
His warm fatherly smile sipping through his aged rigid face. There was no need for him to speak, for his eyes said everything. There is no room for weakness in a royal, hold your head up high for no one will do it for you, that was what his eyes said. Something he always told her whenever she was down, it helped her all the times when her father was gone.
Shey released her hands, straighten her shoulders and lifted her chin up, her eyes sharp ahead. Her walk regained its grace and poise as it was taught. Her feet met the ground brazenly and gracefully, its sound beckoned authority. That was how every royal was taught to walk, speak and relate, always with elegance and buoyancy. She decided even if she didn't know what was coming for her she would face it as she was taught.
They existed the dark halls after climbing the last flight of stairs. A few other guards were waiting for them as they entered the brightly lit hall chamber. The gem dust on the walls sparkled illumining the room like it was in daylight. Its ceiling threatened to invade the skies as it was twice the height of anything Shey had seen. The white marble pillars arranged in opposing symmetry rose from the floor, reaching the ceiling. The white walls held the portraits the royal family both old and new leading from to Titania the first and the painting of the Victor Founder, Danestia. The white hall outstretched for quadis, longer than all the dark halls combined. The sight was almost breathtaking.
Shey had only been here once when she very little, she barely remembers it, but she ran away from her siblings once and stumbled across it by accident. She couldn't remember what happened but her mother was very angry with her that day. After they joined the other group, Shey was placed in the middle while the five men surrounded her and Filin behind them. She was placed in a small transparent platform in order for to avoid walking.
They finally reached the end of the hall and there was a tall a red double door blocking their way. The red was so prominent because of the white backdrop of the room. The door was half the height of the room, the bright radiance also came with a faint ominous feel. The hinges, as well as the door handle coated in black gold, served to distinguish hall from the door even more strongly. As they approached the door the two guardsmen on either side came into view. Their robes were of striking resemblance to the color of the door. So much so they wouldn't be seen unless one was close enough.
The young guard in front gave a nod to one of the men there and they proceeded to begin opening the door. The five men surrounding Shey dissipated and opens a path for Shey as the doors slide open. She stepped down from the platform assisted by Filin. The cool air greeted her skin and the smell of Spithile oil, something that was only used in the Queen is a room. The dark room slowly came into view, the radiance of the reflected light of crushed Eteos crystals illuminated the room like no other. It almost looked like the entire room was underwater because of the light. Along with the fire that burned from Spithile oil, it was as though the room had windows when it didn't. Shey was told to walk to the foot of the door. She was not to step in until declared.
"Lady Assheyria Atarre D'ashmourn, 12th princess to the queen Titania Urifina D'ashmourn the sixth of Lynnoia, now enters," announced a high pitched male voice, shouting at the top of his voice from inside the room. After she was called she was escorted into the room by a female officer dressed in a red uniform. She took a short glance back at Filin before he covered by the guards and the door shut behind her. The minute she stepped into the room she finally let go of a breath she didn't know she held.
A large wooden oval table stood in the middle of the room. It looked like it was carved out of the finest timber in Lynnoia, the shining polish and the intricate design and patterns were proof. A silk red carpet with the family emblem of the famous sea dragon with a staff across its chest and a shield in hand spread across the floor. Blue and purple drapes ran across the ceiling from one side of the room to the next, interlocking in delicate knots and twists. There were seven chairs surrounding the table, three which sat close to each other at the right end of the table. Two chairs sat in the middle and two sat at the other end.
The last chair was seated at the very beginning of the room, elevated by a few short steps. This chair stood surrounded by two twisted pillars that never reached the ceiling. It was carved out of clear solid crystal and coated in the black iron dust. The seat cushion was a mixed of purple and gold complemented by such elaborate carved patterns. This chair was the highlight of the entire room. Seated on it was a woman of undeniable beauty, her long black hair caressing her tall slender figure olive pale skin flawless and smooth as silk. Her gaze demanded authority and oozed elegance. Seated was the Queen, her mother.