"They say your name is Astraea,"The Queen ever so slowly spit out. Her voice was cool and uneasy,"I believe I know your father and your mother, I hope you will be able follow in their footsteps. " The Queen threw out her right hand as a symbol for the stranger to come forward.

"Nestori please meet Astraea, she will be serving you, my husband and, I."

The stranger who she now knew as Nestori walked smoothly behind the king and Queen up the stairs that lead to the entrance to the palace. The guard's silver glove graced the handle of the door a swung the heavy door to reveal the inside of palace. The first thing that they saw was the Okeanos flag that was practically the same size of Astraea's chamber. Both her and Nestori couldn't help but gaze in awe as the king and Queen lead them to their chambers.Once they were there, the Queen took her seat in the king's chair. It was another way for her to embarrass him. The Queen invited Nestori to sit down and instructed Astraea to bring the prince, Eloy, here.

Astraea did as she was told. Her small pale hand gently knocked on his door. Very abruptly the door was pulled open.

"What do you want?," The prince yelled, anger dripping from his voice. It was clear to Astraea that she interrupted something very important to him. She looked at the prince's revealed upper half and into the room to see a tan man displayed over the prince's bed with a winning smile plastered on his face. Satisfaction very apparent by his look, his arm perched on the headboard his tan abs practically staring at her.

"Oh him, yes he's new something picked up from my trip across the world. Now please get on with why you interrupted us, or can you not speak." Astraea tensed her eyes immediately reverted to the floor, "Umm, the Queen, your mother, wanted me to bring you to her and your father, the king's, chamber."

"I see you're new at this. Why don't you tell my mother, the Queen, about my fellow acquaintance." The Queen, he mocked her with the words. He looked up and down Astraea's figure trying to get a better look at her.

"You know you are what some people might say is pretty maybe even beautiful. She is very pretty isn't she?" He asked his acquaintance.
"Yes very pretty. Very pretty indeed." His thick accent dripping with every word he spoke. The look on the man's face gave her an uneasy feeling, the feeling like they were planning something, something that involved her, something very important and she didn't like it one bit.The prince moved to grab his robe and pushed Astraea out of the way before speed walking towards the chambers where his parents and the new pawm lied.


Queen Aine:

Aine was elated as soon as that girl left. The daughter of that woman who is her competition. Or was her competition. The silence in the room was creating aggravation within Aine.

"Why don't we get you out of these clothes and into something better something that represents your new country. Now come." She led him from the chamber to a room which Nestori assumed was their place of worship. They walked until they were directly in front of the middle bowl that was seated on the alter. The bowl was large, filled with an unknown liquid to Nestor. He couldn't even notice the difference between the inside of the onyx bowl and the liquid. Nestori didn't that Aine had left until she made her reappearance with a blue robe.

"Take this off and put this one on." Her voice was very peppy and clearly not heart felt. Aine threw his black robe into the bowl were in seconds the only remnants of it was steam.

"What is in that bowl?," Nestori questioned with a shaky horse voice. In a split second her whole attitude changed from excited and overly peppy to closed off, like someone who doesn't like to be questioned. Her face was scrunched in the middle making her look older. In Nestori's opinion she looked like a witch he wondered if that was how she was on the inside. He liked her but wouldn't ever trust her. Rule number one: : never trust anyone. Aine didn't respond to his comment she simply walked out the room expecting Nestori to follow. The silence killed because she didn't have control over his most recent thoughts or the conversation. She hated the feeling of being powerless, she vowed to herself years ago that she wouldn't be powerless anymore. She intended to keep that vow.

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