Princess of Erodaire III: Part Four
My mouth felt incredibly dry after I read the last sentence.
I looked at words once more before I quickly closed the book's covers in a puff
of years old dust. I heard the sounds of Weewoo's chirping outside, and I sat
there, listening to them as if I could understand their chirpings. I didn't want
to read the book anymore, for I already knew that my father wasn't truly of royal
blood, which means that I wasn't truly the princess of fair Erodaire.
"Only a lady in it's midst..." I uttered to
myself quietly. I glanced at the dusty, red book in my hands once more, slowly
tracing it's worn edges with one finger. I knew for a fact that there were many
secrets located in this journal...some secrets that I might not want to hear,
and yet, I still found myself opening it up to the page I stopped one.
I had decided on his name to be Prince Alastare...
I read those words in my word over and over again. So this journal took place
during the ruling of my grandmother and grandfather...or rather...my fake grandparents.
I was relieved to know that I was truly related to my father, but the fact that
I wasn't of true Erodaire blood still affected me. Slowly, I glanced at the
next entry in the journal...
Month of Eating. The 18th Day
I had spoken the name of Alastare to my King
and Queen, and they adore it by all means and lathered me with comments on how
brilliant I was to think up such a fitting name. Are they mad? Of course I'm
not brilliant at all. I am just an old caretaker, but of course I couldn't utter
those words within the Royal hearing vicinity, or else I could be charged with
treason. Dear me, Adam knows I love Erodaire with all of my heart and that I
would do anything for it to be safe, but all of these 'treasonous' rules are
quite...if I dare say it...absurd. I mean, we are all entitled to free opinion,
as the rules state, but whenever someone dare speak an opinion that rivals our
Kings thoughts he (or she) shall be sent to the dungeons. Of course, this rule
is quite nice when compared to the rules that the last King and Queen had. If
it weren't for my upkeeping of the current King, I dare say that the olden rules
shall still be in place.
You see, dear journal, the only reason I took
up the job of caretaker was to...brainwash...the future Kings and Queens of
Erodaire in hopes that they shall be able to lower all of these horrible rules
and punishments currently in place. So far, the current King I have raised is
showing that my tactics are working, though he did keep some of the more horrible
rules. Now I'm hoping that the future King, dear Alastare, shall further prove
that my pains shall work.
I have received word that the enemy kingdom
of Lorezai have already conquered a few of our troops at each of the towers...this
brings much pain to my ears for I know for a fact that Erodaire shall not survive
without the North, South, West, and East towers. Not only do they contain all
of our snowballs, fighting neggs, and healing potions, but they also contain
the treacherous prisoners of Erodaire. If our weapons are to be taken, and the
prisoners released into the arms of the enemies...then...I fear for the future
of Erodaire. I know for a fact that Lorezai's troops are strong and skilled...stronger
and more skilled than Erodaire's own troops. If only I could go out and help.
My Silver Draik Sword and Draik Armour yearns to be out in the battlefield once
A knock on the door interrupted my reading.
Quickly, I threw the book back into crack on the floor and threw one of my many
satchels on top to conceal it. The knock on the door resonated around the room
once more as I stood up and brushed all of the dust off of my body. Peeking
out the window that was located through the door that I opened before, I noticed
that the sun was starting to rise into the sky, it's rays falling down onto
the many miles of grass beneath. Another round of knocks entered my room once
"Coming!" I said, trying hard to hide my annoyance
and approached the door on the left side of the room, the door where the knocks
were coming from. I grabbed the door's knob and pulled it open; before me stood
a Faerie Kacheek. Her fur wasn't golden, but it's yellow sheen gave off the
illusion that it was. Her wings were colored a bright orange with red and yellow
streaks in between, and her eyes were of darkest black. A smile was on her face,
and in her paws she held two plates, each containing a steaming, hot cup of
borovan and a slice of borovan cake iced in sugar.
"G'morning, dear Princess Andra," she said and
stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "My name is Hetal, and I
am the daughter of the Head Maid of the Summer Castle," she added with a giggle
and handed the silver place over to me. "I brought you a part of the Borovan
Breakfast, something that has made us famous...or should I say infamous."
I smiled lightly at this joke and took the plate
in my hands. My eyes glanced around the room, hoping to find some sort of chair
or table for me and Hetal to sit at, but I found nothing except piles and piles
of satchel bags. "Sorry, Hetal, but...there are no chairs for us to break at..."
I said uncertainly at the perky Kacheek.
"Oh, you're such a jokester, Princess Andra,"
Hetal said with a laugh before she grabbed my arm and led me through the door
on the right side of the room. Opening the door, Hetal said with a smile, "this
is your living room..."
I gasped the moment my eyes caught sight of
the regal room within. Three, round, curtained windows were on the opposite
side of me, and a pure, white rug with purple and orange streaks furnished the
floor. Luxurious sofa's and coffee tables dominated one side of the room, and
the rest were filled with shelves and shelves of books. Beanbags of all shapes
and sizes scattered themselves throughout the middle of the room, and vases
filled with pretty flowers hung from the ceiling. A sweet aroma filled the room
as I stepped inside, taking in the wondrous sight with a smile.
"I knew that I should've explored this room
first," I said with a smile and sat down happily onto one of the red beanbags,
making myself comfortable. "Why must the other rooms be less luxurious than
"Princess Andra!" Hetal said with a laugh and
sat down right next to me,"the other room is your bedroom, so why must it be
nice? The door in the center wall only leads to the Contemplating Corner, a
place for silent thought and reminiscence. This room, on the other hand, is
the room for...anything!" With another bubbly chuckle, Hetal grabbed my plate,
walked over to one of the tables, and set them down. "Breakfast, my Princess?"
"Hetal," I said with an exasperated sight and
sat down on the luxurious sofa opposite her, "I am no longer a princess...just
a lady now. You have to call me Lady Andra, for Ve - I mean Princess Vevina
- is the princess of Erodaire...and soon she shall become it's heir if my banishment
"Lady Vevina?!" Hetal said with a haughty laugh.
"That poor excuse of a Draik? A rock is capable of doing a better ruling job
than that pile of dung!" Hetal shook her head as she chuckled once more and
took a bite out of her borovan cake. She looked up at me once more, her eyes
shining despite it's black color. "Dear Princess Andra, in my eyes, you shall
always be the true princess of Erodaire. Now, please quit this chitter
chatter and eat, or else you'll turn skinnier than a twig!"
Smiling, I in turn took a bite out of my cake
and a small sip from my cup of borovan. Hetal and I ate in silence, but this
silence was a sweet silence. I was already quite taken by Hetal's friendly and
perky attitude, and I was quite glad that she was the first Neopian that I met
at the Summer Castle. Taking another bite out of my cake, I glanced at Hetal
with a smile. For the first time since I met Oldraik, I had a friend.
"Well, I'm quite full!" Hetal said as she took
the last bite of her cake. "Done yet, Princess Andra?" she asked me as she glanced
at my plate. Her happy demeanor still kept at it's full despite the fact that
my plate was more than half full. "Oh well," she chirped, "at least you're done
with your borovan!"
With amazing speed, Hetal cleaned up the entire
table and placed both plates on top of each other. I just sat there, staring
at her as she cleaned everything up, surprised at how she made it look incredibly
easy. I knew for a fact that if I were to try that at all, I would probably
break both plates in a split second.
"There!" Hetal said with a smile as she picked
up both plates and stood back, admiring the clean table. "I'm done cleaning,
and the dear Princess Andra is full! My job here is done," she said with a chuckle
and started to walk out. Just as she was about to close the living room door
behind her, she stopped and looked at me. Her eyes were shining, and the same
smile was upon her face. "It was really nice meeting you, Princess Andra. I
hope that we can continue on being friends."
I smiled back at her friendly face. "Please,
Hetal," I said with a chuckle. "Call me Andra."
To be continued...