The Balladeer Conference || Original Story || Completed ✔︎

The Balladeer Conference

~ Debut ~

The soft sound of piano music flowed throughout the golden room embellished with golden roses and vines. The ceiling above was decorated with paintings of the history of clouds, mountains, lakes, and trees. Although the room would be larger compared to most, it was considered one of the smaller rooms within the Castle of Land Fields. Chattering and clinks of China cups were heard as the music levitated the room with a soft atmosphere. Laughter came from the woman with large, puffy white hair, as her dainty fingers grazed over her lips.

"Oh, Lazari!" The pale woman cried out with laughter. "Must you say such horrible things! Ohoho! You'll make me burst into tears!"

Lazari, a brown-haired woman with a narrow dress with sloping shoulders, chuckled to herself as she lifted a golden teacup to her lips. "What I speak of is nothing but the truth, Precilla. If the people wanted to take over, they would have done so centuries ago."

A hum was heard. "Yes, that would seem so," said a man with golden fabric decorating his clothing. "But the people causing a riot? Now that is just despondent on their part."

"Right, Delmont??" Precilla laughed out as she almost doubled over with laughter. "Those helpless little subjects of ours have no idea how much power we hold over them!" She calmed herself from the laughing fit. "Oh, oh, do tell me how your children are doing? Are they well?"

Delmont only scoffed as he raised his glass for a refill. "My son? He is as useless as ever. That boy cannot do anything right. I must continuously berate him on his work, his chores, and even his study." He let out an annoyed sigh. "If I were to leave my palace in his hands, it would crumble into nothing. Honestly, I would much rather leave my duty to my butler than to my useless boy that I call my son. More tea, Walter."

"Yes, my lord." Butler Walter complied as he bowed to his superior and poured the warm, calming liquid into the teacup that was lifted to him.

Precilla laughed with facetious intentions. "A useless son, Delmont? What's the point of having him if he can't do anything right? Might as well get rid of that pest! A lord for the Moutain Kingdom needs to be dexterous with his work, not some nobody!" She cried out.

Lazari could only sigh. "I'm afraid that I am going through some similar troubles with my daughter," she claimed as she twirled the vine that was dangling from her large flora hat. "That little girl is nothing but a thorn to my side. She is not only lethargy with her duties but diverges from the norms of royalty. She wants to play in the mud, battle in my wars, and even wear the same armor as my knights. It is completely absurd!" Lazari pinched her nose bridge out of stressful annoyance. "If she does not get her estrange act together, she is going to get herself into an illicit hobby and get herself killed. How in the world am I supposed to support a daughter like that?!"

"Your highness, you're going into a sensory overload, again." A maid quietly said while passing her queen a small handkerchief.

Lazari only huffed as she snatched the handkerchief from her maid and pushed her away. "Quit it, Ophilia, the higherups are talking."

Maid Ophilia bowed her head and went back to standing behind her queen like the rest of the servants with their higherups. "My apologies, your highness."

"Ohoho, I'm just glad that I don't have any kids myself." Precilla cooed to herself. "Honestly, if I did and had to put my land, my power, into their hands, it would only regress. Just like the Shore City!"

"Your majesty, I don't think that it is wise to say such things about a nation that isn't here..." Butler Krist muttered to his higherup.

Precilla only waved her hand dismissively with a cocky smile that showed that she does not care. "Shore City is a lost cause, Krist. That city is nothing but a laughingstock to us. Ohoho!"