miscommunication
“I know Your Highness asked not to be disturbed, but I'm afraid this is a matter of urgent need of attention — precaution, even.”
Nula raised her brows. Who was to dare her own judgment? She knew when something wasn't in its common form and, even though the breeze in the palace got a little harder, a little colder, that wasn't something anyone should be worried about. So many centuries after ruling next to the seas and their own wills, those soft, cutting-edge winds were just a reminder of her past. Sometimes they would come for her in her sleep, her body so tense and filled with adrenaline she wasn't capable of remaining that way. Once her feet touched the ground and she walked all the way to the middle of the remains of a close lake, it was known the pacific moment was over. And that era lasted for a hundred years.
“What is it about now?”, she asked.
“A prisoner.”
“A prisoner for me? We haven't had one in years.” “We know, your Highness, but we believe it's someone of your interest.” She thought for a moment.
“Fine, let them in.” The guards nodded and started to walk their way out. “But,” she continued, and they turned back around to hear “if your judgment is proved to be wrong, I won't hesitate when it comes to punishment.”
It was possible to feel the tension on the space, so the guards there just gulped and left to get the so mysterious person.
Once they were back, however, the mood wasn't positively increased. Nobody really knew how to react. The court tried to hide the surprise faces that were made unconsciously, but it was still very noticeable.
The only being who seemed unimpressed was Nula. Even though her heart was racing from seeing a face so familiar she sometimes would rather forget, her expression was blank. Not something too unexpected for the master of hiding.
“Hello, Aukai.”
Nula raised her brows. Who was to dare her own judgment? She knew when something wasn't in its common form and, even though the breeze in the palace got a little harder, a little colder, that wasn't something anyone should be worried about. So many centuries after ruling next to the seas and their own wills, those soft, cutting-edge winds were just a reminder of her past. Sometimes they would come for her in her sleep, her body so tense and filled with adrenaline she wasn't capable of remaining that way. Once her feet touched the ground and she walked all the way to the middle of the remains of a close lake, it was known the pacific moment was over. And that era lasted for a hundred years.
“What is it about now?”, she asked.
“A prisoner.”
“A prisoner for me? We haven't had one in years.” “We know, your Highness, but we believe it's someone of your interest.” She thought for a moment.
“Fine, let them in.” The guards nodded and started to walk their way out. “But,” she continued, and they turned back around to hear “if your judgment is proved to be wrong, I won't hesitate when it comes to punishment.”
It was possible to feel the tension on the space, so the guards there just gulped and left to get the so mysterious person.
Once they were back, however, the mood wasn't positively increased. Nobody really knew how to react. The court tried to hide the surprise faces that were made unconsciously, but it was still very noticeable.
The only being who seemed unimpressed was Nula. Even though her heart was racing from seeing a face so familiar she sometimes would rather forget, her expression was blank. Not something too unexpected for the master of hiding.
“Hello, Aukai.”
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