Chapter 3: PROPOSED MARRAIGE 1
Once upon a time, there lived a wealthy king with many concubines and wives, thereby having many heirs. Each was raised to be king and ruler of the land and we're each born with different gifts and powers except one, the last of son of the king.
The worthless son of a maid...
They were of name, Bayard, Caspian, Esteban, Indo, Flynn, Asmodeus and the last who has been lost for centuries, Leviathan.
The King knew the battle for the throne would be bloody between his sons, so he decided to share his lands among his seven sons. so that his land will continue to dwell in peace and unity even when he's no more.
They're the Kings of the seven lands of Olympus which has now been reduced to six lands since one land was missing. The most prosperous lands of all of the lands, it's amusing how he was able to change from the useless prince to the most powerful one in the blink of an eye.
Leviathan, the last son of the king Collin. He became a monster both in body and heart, ruthless and cruel overnight. His soul is hardened by ambition and Faustian efficiency.
A mystical being who embodies evil. The once mocked heir who was dragged to the ground and spat on by many, turned his city into a living habitat. Grandville.
He is rumoured to be the devil himself cause of his eyes that allude the colour golden red that shone like flames of fire and blazes brighter than the sun. And his mouth spits blue flames consuming nothing less than a thousand men at once. A man-like dragon, they say.
A dark and dangerous being of emerging power and presence. With a wave of his hands and a whole slot of land will be reduced to inhospitable wastelands.
A simple command and an army will charge out to crush their foes.
Some who have fought alongside him, call him a beast in the battleground.
People trembled at the thought of him, they were terrified to mention his name. He is known as the god of war in all the kingdoms and a minister of death and hell. Anyone who comes across him has never lived to tell the tale. He and his city got lost in their last war after leading his people to victory again.
They say they varnished like thin air, like how the lacquers dissolve quickly on surfaces.
And since then he became a dead legacy...
**KNOCK**
I quickly closed the patches in my hands and hid them beneath my dress prior to the lapse on the door. "Come in Daphne," I said clearing my throat not to get suspicious.
"My lady." She bobbed a curtsy to me. "The king demands your presence." Daphne is my handmaid, the only one that still has respect for my status in this palace. Above that, she's like a sister to me.
I am princess Eleanor Alas Roosevelt, only princess of Neil whose identity has been hidden from common eyes since birth. I've never left the castle gates before for a reason I don't know. I don't know what the outside world looks like.
And if they look like the description I read in books and patches then I want to see for myself. I've been waiting for my prince charming to take me away since a child, maybe then I would see what the land beyond this palace really looks like.
"I'll be there shortly," I said and watched her leave. I wondered why father wanted to see me. It's the first time he's asked for me willingly. I had no idea whether to be sad or delighted about this.
Holding the hems of my dress, with my face raised high, I stepped out of my room taking different routes till I arrived before the courtroom. The two guards standing by the door pushed it open for me to be welcomed by different intimidating presence. I was a bit uncomfortable cause I've never been to a room filled with this number of people before.
As a child growing up, I wasn't always permitted by my parents to step out of my room especially if guests were visiting the manor. When mother died I was fully forbidden from even visiting the gardens anymore. I was not an ugly child, but I had no idea why they never wanted anyone to see me.
I ignored the gazes of everyone in the room and just had my eyes fixed on the man on the throne. My Father.
"You called for me, my king." I bowed.
"STRIP ELEANOR."
The King commanded immediately leaving me stunned. I stared at him in utter disbelief. Just to be sure I heard correctly, "My king?"
"You do not want me to repeat myself, Eleanor." He said with a hint of warning in his tone. My hands clenched into a fist as I heard his words.
I was different from any other princess you would think of, unlike other kingdoms where their princesses and heirs were treated with utmost respect, mine was the opposite.
It's never been heard that a princess strip before her subjects but here I am.
I am to show my bareness to everyone in this room.
I could hear mild laughter and giggles from the people seated in their seats, their waves of laughter were escorted by a series of murmurs from most people. I was about to be humiliated before the court members, a few ministers, most high priests and priestesses of our kingdom and others. I was going to be embarrassed before the elders of the four clans of Neil.
My hands clutched onto my dress firmly in desperation to fight for myself.
"Are you my king telling a woman who's yet to meet her husband to undress herself before the hungry eyes of these men and women?" I inquired dauntlessly digging my grave further with my bare hands.
I knew there were laws against anyone who defies the king's words. I was aware of the punishment that awaited me for even speaking or questioning his words. But it's not the first time I would get punished anyway so I felt the need to speak up for myself.
"Strip Eleanor." He repeated more firmly with an underlined danger lurking in his voice.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone