Eteria's Moonlit Escaper

Chapter 2

Disclaimer :
This is a story in which the continents are united and in which there is no such thing as continents, it is just one big continent called Pangea.
3rd person :
In the heart of Pangea, there stood a kingdom called Eteria. Eteria was a kingdom that broke off years ago. Flowers bloomed like fireworks and it was as if spring was infinite and eternal. A truckload of scenic and scented flowers most periwinkle and amethyst embroidered the palace like a flowery wonderland . It was always joyful there until..
It is a story about how time began to change Eteria and how problems became apparent .
Many moons ago, there lived a young girl named Marina.
However, she wasn't just a normal young girl. She was the majestic princess of Eteria. You would think she would behave like a brat like most royals. You would be wrong. She seemed to inherit "the peasant gene from her father. That's what her mother called it. She would wash her clothes, talk to the staff, and lend a hand whenever she could. It was like she had eight hands. She was also hilariously funny and entertaining. She would mimic people's voices and actions and she always had witty jokes such as why is six scared of seven because seven ate nine. She also used to play the piano. Usually, birds used to accompany her singing, being the singers to the pianist.
If anybody was sad she would tell them funny stories. That would always cheer them up and set them in a roar of laughter. "Princess Marina's laughter was a melody that made the saddest days bright", said one of the servants. Laughter would often ring in the ears of anybody who was in the palace. It was like a song that was so often heard that nobody was surprised when it was heard. It was often heard and when it was not, servants often wondered what happened. They would be sad and melancholy. She was a gifted child who even the rudest and most obstinate person would be intrigued and compelled by her. After her stories were finished, people, even the ones with weary souls, would return as joyful as ever. If she wasn't with the servants she would be found in her bedroom talking to her father. He was the one who told her most of the stories that she knew, however, her stories were more unique as she weaved in her imagination.
The servants always savoured the beauties of the palace; it was all too irresistible. A colossal fireplace was always billowing with smoke. The wooden fireplace gave it a timeless charm. Naturally, the palace had to be spotlessly immaculate. One spot of dirt was sure to send the queen to one of her nefarious scenes. The palace was a testament to the craftsmanship of the mediaeval ages. Panoramic views were offered as the castle shot up into the sky overlooking Eteria like what spectators do when watching a match in Rome; they used to have a lot of stadiums, that's a dark story for another day . Eteria was like a stadium. When the king was alive, the drawbridge used to be lowered and guests would be able to visit the palace. The rivers next to the castle were like mirrors showcasing the beauty of the palace to the unlucky people who weren't close enough to go to the palace.The castle was like a museum with ancient artefacts displaying Eteria's rulers.

The only place that was grotesque was the queen's bedroom.Ever Since the king died it looked like a cemetery with cobwebs everywhere .That's why the servants hated cleaning the queen's bedroom.
When the king was alive, the bedroom wafted of frangipani , the queen's and king's favourite perfume that drifted people into an unaware smile . The grand piano which was on the right side of the room used to be dusted and played every so often. The King was a duet with Princess Marina. Mellisonant melodies floated in the air inducing an indelible memory. This queen's bedroom - a once gorgeous and regal chamber now a former shadow of its younger self lying in despair and isolation.
The queen used to play but stopped due to an accident that left her traumatised. Bad fate always chooses the auspicious. Now the piano lies there coated with a tsunami of cobwebs .Now it rests as a silent maker of faded symphonies.A long happy time ago, the fragrance of lavender blossomed in the air, wavering in people's nostrils. Now the flowers are wilted with no aroma in a crystal pearl vase, untouched and ignored like the queen's old love. It's devoid of ecstaticness.
The crystal vase unwashed ; it used to cradle fresh new flowers every day .Wonderful aromas dissipated like old love.Perhaps , she feels his presence . No wonder , she doesn't take care of the room without him, it's meaningless .
Currently, it is a paradox of unforgotten memories and grief. A paradox unfurls within those walls: memories unforgotten, grief unyielding. Perhaps one day the Queen will love again but at this moment there is no hope for the room.
Fate likes to chase the ones with nothing. Maybe the cause of her doom will be the saviour this time . It is now a testament of fate .

She connected much more with the staff than with her mother and the other royals. Apart from being social with the staff, she could neither play the piano nor talk or act like a royal. Her brain was just somewhere in the woods. Her heart is aching to be there. It was the last time she visited with her dad, the last escapade. The last time she saw it the branches and the gnarled trees created somewhat of a magical big tunnel. The gnarled trees made a maze that transported her to a place so whimsical and more beautiful than an artist could ever paint.
Night after night, she dreamed about escaping the castle. Amidst how dangerous it was and with little chance she had of escape. She only dreamed about it in her peculiar mind, never thinking it was possible. She stared at the windows daydreaming about the place where she would travel, the people she would meet. On Occasion, she would dream for so long that her mouth would water. Her mother angrily snapped her to reality. Until... One day, her mother fueled her anger to the limit.

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