Chapter 260: Chapter 260
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The day to depart arrived.
Having a banquet in farewell with the Emperor the day before, a last session for her sound with the Crown Prince and having shared some time with her friends, Princess Jasmine and Prince Dioclecià; Marianne had woken to her last day as a Guest at the Royal Palace.
From early morning, careful and delicate preparation was given to her everything.
An outfit of strong impact as the one she wore the day she arrived was worn. Nonetheless, its shade was certainly different, and the elegance it portrayed was one only the divine nature and spirits were permitted to flaunt in this Ama Dhemnih, The Sanguine Cinder Realm.
But she... The child was our Ninth.
This appearance... Was one only her who was chosen by our close ones could honour.
If she was not to follow this ritual, Fenrir’s anger was not the only one to befall Ama Dhemnih.
Therefore. It is a must for her to heed the virtue.
Reddish brown hair almost appeared like an ethereal ocean freely rocking over her shoulders. Loosened marvellously in its length as a thin chain of a golden crown was placed on her head.
From it, many threads of such gold fell to mix with her thick strands in a greedy attempt to imitate the waves as leaves and flowers decorated each precious thread.
Soft makeup enhanced the beautiful nature of her visage... Thus... Accordingly... The cloth decorating the woman was as royally divine as her crown and existence.
Colours from the highest of us were worn by her. Such colours... that once combined should never be worn by any who has not been granted spoken permission to the heavenly thrones from at least one of those of us in Izeneya.
The six colours we had granted the Ninth were worn in tiny details, in delicate accessories and even in the hues of her shoes. Marvellously and exotic, her appearance was wrapped in such to praise her existence’s power.
Red. That one shade of thick and vivid hue Fenrir found delight in, was gifted in a great part of the fabric clothing her.
Like the dress she had worn when entering the Palace, her shoulders were exposed as only thin threads of red came behind her nape to hold the upper side of her voluptuous corset.
The top continued the bloody hue spectacularly mixing within it the other three colours in the embroidery. From above, delicate yet profound abysmal black crawled its way to her ribcage. Swiftly turning into white as more of the red from the original fabric also transformed into this last colour to become the smooth glowy white of her skirt.
In the pure of it, the embroidery tired of another strong hue, came down this time shiny and elegant, which reminded her of the Household she belongs to.
Silver.
A wonderful skirt of white where silvery flowers were drawn beamed discreetly once light reached the shade.
The front of her skirt had a triangular opening this time as well. However, the material that was found within its gap was of the black we had granted; which signified obscure secrets amid the pureness.
It was in that obscure hue that another two colours joined at last.
Turquoise and Gold. Solely a little bit of the dark edge flaunted such colours with delicate wings as the rest of the white hem was faintly decorated with the golden light the special fabric provided.
Her shoes were black and adorned with such gold. Meanwhile, pairing bracelets of the same real metal shade also decorated her slim arms with round gemstones of that celestial turquoise.
’..... I wouldn’t have thought this would look so cool once worn.’ — The foreigner thought.
Her appearance was mystic, as a true spirit should be and the body she owned had also been chosen for such colours would suit her.
’The Duke and The Emperor will surely come to get us. They said so yesterday while we had our lunch... almost fighting each other at that.’ — The woman recalled, entertained.
’We should slowly show ourselves in front of them... We shouldn’t kill two big shots because of negligence.’
Silly in her pleased mood, she fantasised about how the first ones that were to see her would react to her pristine beauty. And as she anticipated the scene of shock that would come over the men that were to escort the Lady in her departure...
"....."
"...."
Both were already nervously standing outside her door, as it was proper that she would be the last one to leave Calla’s chambers as respect to the spirits remaining there should be honoured.
Holding it in her hand, Marianne had decided to personally take with herself the great treasure received at her Title and walking out of Burgundy Calla’s Chambers, the woman stood gracefully in front of the two speechless men that moments ago had been fighting for who would take the child’s arm.
’..... We cannot go to jail for this... Right?’ — The Foreigner told this Realm’s soul, slightly serious in her jest at the frozen pair of grown men in front of her.
"... Ch–...Sw–"
"!?! Cute child!" — The Emperor awoke at the Duke’s stupefied stutter. Taking advantage to approach the pure woman. — "... Goodness... I-I once thought it was a foolish rule Izeneya had given on these colours mixture... Nonetheless, when in your presence I can tell they had a dangerous reason behind it..."
Extending his hands, respectful of her grace, Francois told a heartfelt compliment to the child... To which the still dumbfounded Duke finished gasping in aghast mumbling.
"... I almost died..." — Almost as if traumatized, Orland uttered stunned.
’And I had been telling myself... Preparing my heart since I knew my child would look breathtaking...’
Lifting his eyes with a strong swallow the Duke contemplated on his morning, in which he chanted himself to train his mind and keep composed when his daughter appeared in front of him with the shades granted by the divine. Eventually meeting her lovely eyes that also appeared surprised after hearing her Father say such mumbling.
"... Marianne..." — Taking decisive steps towards his daughter, the hands of a Father hesitated on where to lay over her limbs. For the delicate woman seemed prominently untouchable before him.
"I... I have no fitting compliment for your beauteous presence today... I– I am sorry... Words have been stolen from your Father, my dear..."
"Sigh... Indeed... I would say it is more accurate to state that no word has been created yet to convey the child’s beauty." — Francois joined his friend, in complete agreement with his struggle.
"That’s right! Our language has difficult limits! What am I to do from here on as my child keeps getting unreasonably beautiful?!"
"Hmm... Should we search ancient scripts? Maybe we could find something there... This is a problem. The child shouldn’t get mediocre compliments..."
"I’ve already been searching... Nothing fits."
"Mhm–... Hey. Wait a moment, Orland... How did you do that?? Those– Those are under 14 locks!!"
"Tsk... I slipped up."
The pair of friends had gotten excited at the difficulty in front of them, making them go into the typical scene where Francois and Orland would start a childish fight over tiny issues the Emperor found within the Duke’s attitude.
’Pfft–! What kind of worry do these two suddenly have??’
The entertained child witnessing the exchange thought. Pleased, for she finally decided to declare how the men’s relationship appeared in her eyes.
’Sigh, I’m envious... They are such good friends... Maybe they are childhood friends... Since they look like real siblings would act with each other to me right now.’
"You ’slipped up’?! You bast–!.... Ahem! You... We will talk about this later."
"Frois~ I only looked for words to compliment my child~"
"Don’t act innocent! Ugh! Only because your child is here! Child, don’t believe this facade your Father shows- mph!?!!"
"Don’t tell my child nonsense!... Sweetie, don’t listen to the Emperor. I swear I was only looking for compliments to tell you."
’!! Bruh... Duke! Can you push his face like that??!?!?’
Stupefied by the Duke’s brazen, and even violent action towards the triggered Emperor, the child went pale as she observed the poor Monarch struggling to stand properly after the claw of Orland threw him mercilessly and halted his warning to his offspring.
"Ah..... He’s fine... He’s used to it, Sweetie. Don’t mind him."
’He’s used to it?!’ — More shocked the girl repeated at her Father’s unbelievable reassurance. — ’Mister! That’s– I didn’t know you were this savage...’
’Ugh... This... Bastard...’ — Francois cursed as she reinstated himself in pain at the strong grip his face had taken.
"....."
Watching in silence the sorry stare of his child at the Emperor behind him, Orland’s brows wiggled in discomfort, aware that... what he should do so his child had a good opinion and proper example from him was against his pride before Francois. Nonetheless...
’This is how much this Father loves you, dear...’ — He thought in pain.
"Ahem... I owe his Majesty an apology... Excitement got the best of me."
’Oh... That’s good, Mister~ Don’t be mean to the Emperor~’
Locking her arm with the Duke, proud that he was still kind to give a proper apology, she followed her parent’s steps that went to help the man compose himself...
"Ah... ah... Alright. Thank–"
To also whisper as he helped... his true thoughts.
"Only because she’s here I don’t knock you out. Maurice."
"!! Bas–!"
Giving Francois a hushing glare to halt his cursing, Orland told with his eyes the future awaiting him if a dirty word was heard by his child.
And so, a short exchange of rivalry between their gazes commenced as they came to escort the child away from the prestigious room that would wait for it’s owner return.