"Seems as if you two are already companions! How nice" The Queen smiles at her daughter and I.
"Yes, excellent to see you obtaining friends Korah" My father grins, making eye contact.
“Ezrah, you're looking for a wife, why not take Korah?” King Marison laughs and the Queen looks at him, looking upset with her husband's drunken words.
“Someone has had too much to drink... excuse us”
“Excuse me Sir Harrison, but I would like to get to know your daughter thoroughly, not to espouse her, but I feel she would be a great addition to the Royal Council,” Ezrah spoke up, his head bowed to my father as he spoke.
“As lovely as that sounds...Korah is a developed lady and can make her own decisions” My father watches me, expecting for something.
“Well then… Lady Korah, daughter of Sir Harrison, loyal friend to the crown, I invite you to lunch tomorrow” What was with such formality?
“I accept Prince Ezrah. I’m curious about finding your true aims.” I answered placidly, Myira gags on her wine, mildly beating her chest as she glances at her brother.
“I assure you, Lady Korah, that my intentions are chaste."
"And I assure you, Prince Ezrah, I have listened to such absurdity before, as a prince... you should not make guarantees you cannot keep."
"Lady Korah-"
"Brother... you should look for Mother and make sure she needs no help getting Father to bed" Myira intervenes.
"I will return shortly, Sister, Sir Harrison, Lady Korah" His gaze hinders on me longer, before pivoting on his heel and leaving.
"My apologizes Sir Harrison, you know how my brother can be"
"Korah can manage herself thoroughly, she has for many moons now"
"Of course Sir." We sit in stillness, and I start thinking more about his features. He had to be about 6' 6". Skin leaning toward the browner side like his father, he has a small cut in his eyebrow, as if it could be from a sword. He has an oval face, full lips, and his dusky eyes are prominent. He has short, kinky, brunette brown hair, and his eyelashes were long. He appears to have a habit of keeping his head down as he spoke, looking through his lashes.
Myira on the other hand was this bronze-skinned girl has a pious feel about her. She has a round face, a softly defined nose, and full lips. Her blue-grey eyes are prominent, soft, and laced with concern all the time. She has shoulder-length, curly rust-colored hair.
They look like their parents...meanwhile, I only look like my mother. I'm happy about looking like her, but it can be painful at times. There have been times when my Father saw me and thought I was my mother, and broke down in tears.
"Lady Korah?" The Prince stretched his hand to me. Myira gasped as she shook my shoulder. "May I have this dance?"
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