Royal Lotus 20 16

"When the rain falls, I'll be by your side. When you feel the abyss of lonliness, I'll hold you tight," I read aloud, my voice echoing through the emptiness of my room. A firefly's Lullaby —a beautifully written novel by the mysterious writer who went by the name of, Casper. Despite the fame and fortune that fell within Casper's grasp, never once did they ever reveal themselves. And I admire that. I admire the way they chose to stick to who they were as an individual. But before I admire them as an individual, it was the works they wrote that captivated me; what pulled me through during my secluded and lonely life.

A firefly's Lullaby was about star crossed lovers —a well mannered princess, and a lonely black Smith. When it was first published, the stories of star crossed lovers were at the highest peak in popularity for those that loved literature. To me, however, I was captivated by the concept of lonliness and the pure humane side of both protagonists. They weren't immediately in love with one another to the point where they chose to leave everything they knew to be with one another.

The two had countless encounters throughout their time growing up. At some point they almost considered one another as friends, before the reality of their statuses broke them apart. The country they resided in had several economic problems, as well as treaty problems. Eventually a war took place when the king found out several of his people betrayed the kingdom, and out of anger, declared war. She, a princess, was held within the gates of the castle, while he, a commoner, was drafted. The two went without seeing one another for five years and by the time they met again, they were traumatized by the war that had taken place.

And from there, they fell for one another — they fell for the warmth and similarity they shared. But he was a mere black Smith, and she was a princess betrothed to another. In the end, she was married off for the sake of prosperity, and he fell ill from a plague. Both never truly living a fulfilling life. Just like me.

Even now I'm not satisfied by the progress of my actions. My mother was still unstable and the future I held was as bleak as could be. I hadn't realized leaving the royal family would prove to be such an obstacle. His majesty despised both my mother and I, so he could easily kick us out if he wanted. Or so I thought. The more in depth I think of it, the more complicated the situation becomes.

I had plotted many scenarios; including speaking to His Majesty about exiling my mother and I. However, it would only make my mother go crazy and blackmail him with slander into keeping us. After all, as a king, he needed to keep the image of being a perfect ruler. And I know for sure my mother would use the fact that I was nothing more than a 'innocent' child to keep me from being exiled, as well. Those of lower status would surely start savage rumours were their beloved king to suddenly exile a child who has done no wrong. Even if I were to fall into the path of scheming evil plots, it would only be backed up with the fact that, once again, I am only a child. And children were quick to learn from their mistakes. They simply need to be taught.

Therefore I can only single down such plans to one; the most complicated of all - curing my mother. If by chance she is indeed acting in such a possessive and vile manner due to whatever is residing inside her body, then leaving once I remove it should make leaving easier. And if she isn't acting because of it, then I will have no other choice, but to forcibly erase her memories and flee the kingdom with her while she remains hazy of everything. Or I could follow through the one of the first plan, one of the cruel ones, and abandon any chance of helping her and leave on my own. It would certainly be easier to leave and hide by myself considering my knowledge of the kingdoms and magic. I could do it now. But the foolish me is wis.h.i.+ng that for once, I have a mother. One who loves me as a daughter and not a p.a.w.n.

I put away the book, as well as the many negative thoughts that were sprouting to eat away at me once more, and made my way to the library. Before finding a cure, I must at least find out exactly what that little magic is; and why the h.e.l.l it was in the body of my mother.