Dark Princess

Lost In The Groove

Earnest's Point of View

I'm more scared. It is not about the facts behind his life that remain a mystery. Indeed, it can be scary. But I'm afraid I can't find the right way to help her accept the truth. I doubt it too. Should we just stop?

Jade has already started writing stories. It was a quick process. He has completed several story drafts. Everything is still in short writing, and nothing is done. The story hangs, with no beginning and no end. It seemed like he was trying again to start something new every time he found a dead end. The same story is repeated. In a different version. It was as if he was about to spill a story buried in his mind. But only a piece.

All those stories gave me goosebumps. After I finished reading, I tried to arrange my facial expression as calmly as possible, not wanting the expression of spirit on his face to disappear just because of my inadequate ability to criticize a writing.

Then we spent some time discussing the plot of the story. Trying to find the right beginning of the story and talk about possibilities that make sense as the ending of the story. But when he returned to his Mac screen, he was immersed in his own idea. It was as if we had forgotten what we had just talked about.

I suggested immediately hiring the services of a writing tutor so that he could quickly land on a plot that formed a body of stories, as well as learn technical things in writing. But he wasn't ready, arguing that the whole story he had in mind still seemed strange. I'm honestly very scared. Inevitably, my lover who was always innocent and thought naive it could get a terrible story idea. But I let him continue with his writing. At least, he could spill all the contents of his mind. Release all the ideas that are stuck in his subconscious. I was thinking, we might be able to get something from there. I don't know what it is.

...

The door was knocked 3 times, with a familiar rhythm in my ears. I know what that means. I will return to noble duty.

I got up and got out of bed. My feet tried to touch the floor slowly, it felt very cold to the bone. But I gladly welcomed the sensation and heard the ripples of running water from the touch of the feet. Reflex, I pull my leg back. But I can't, I have to prepare myself immediately. I must maintain a good image of myself in front of the king. I can't be late for a second. No matter how many seconds, being late signifies a bad trait. The king will not be pleased.

I put my feet back on the floor, I let the running water cover my eyes. It made a light splashing sound as I stepped. It was so cold, the freezing feeling crept all the way to my bones, making me wake up completely and gain all my consciousness.

I walked towards the long mirror in the corner of the room, enough to see my entire body from legs to head. I took the time to observe my appearance. Perfect. I whispered, my voice echoing, my ears catching my voice that followed after a few seconds.

Hair is the epitome of beauty in this palace. Maybe, about 30 more knocks on the door, my hair will reach my knees. And my beauty will increase. The king said, if I reach my knees or I am long enough, I can be chosen to be the next princess to be offered to the gods. I'm really excited to get to that level quickly.

Before that happens, I have to maintain a good self-image. Must maintain kindness and not make unnecessary hassles happen.

I rubbed my greasy palms against my cheeks, forehead, and chin. Gave a shiny impression on my skin. The last step, to my lips. Perfect.

I took the white robe from the hanger beside the dresser and put it on. Covering all my body up to my ankles and hoodie upright behind my head created a majestic impression. I deserve to be in the mirror and make sure everything is perfectly organized. After tidying it up, I walked towards the door. The black angel who had knocked on the door was waiting for me outside the door with a long silver staff with the winged angel emblem at the end. He lowered his head and signaled me to walk in front of him. I walked slowly, with elegant steps. As we have been taught. That every move, every step, we should describe ourselves as princesses.

We entered a very spacious room, with a magnificent interior, a roof soaring very high above the head almost like the sky. A banquet table made of shiny sturdy wood with a typical carved winged angel, which is large and spacious, is located exactly in the middle of the room. Surrounding the room were guarded by black angels each complete with silver sticks in their hands. Each of the sticks is different in length and pattern according to the rank of the angels.

We sat facing the table. There were seven people there, 6 girls with the same appearance as me, maybe I was the youngest, because my hair was the shortest among them - but I was sure, I was, I am the most similar to the king and the most beautiful among them all-. As usual, the king sat at the head of the table with great authority. He was very handsome, his body was tall, his skin was milky white, and his stature was strong. I got his skin, his eyes and his nose. Our faces are the same. All the girls and girls I've met in the palace are similar to her. Some of us just differ in skin color and face shape.

I once met a cute girl with curly hair and dark skin, when I was in the first hall with hundreds of other children. It's like seeing myself in a different version. In my memory, we are all alike. Some faces are oval shaped. Some others are round. Some are dark skinned, milky white, brown and brown mature. But mostly, we have the same eyes, nose, and lips. The features of that face that make us similar. And that is why we all understand that we are the sons of the king. We have his facial features.

The first hall was the first stop once we got there before being selected and placed in special rooms. We were small, but no matter where the incitement came from, we were already competing with each other, we liked to argue about who was the most similar to the king.

We are called white angels. And the chosen one will rise in rank, then be referred to as the princess. I was one of the chosen princesses. Proudly, I unceasingly stole a glance at the king.