The Tower Princess

Chapter 3

     Chapter 3~

     Adairian looked at his mother in fury. She had caused his betrothed to faint, talking about how she was a forbidden one and how he had covered her markings. He had no idea what his mother was talking about. He looked down to his princess, and saw white swirling marks appear on her arms. The marks traveled down to her fingertips, and he noticed that they reached for the flower.

     The flower is open, and it’s daylight. Adairian was amazed, but turned his head when he noticed the flower wasn’t glowing. The white marks traveled to the pot the plant had been placed in on the plane, and began its trek to the opened petals. The swirls touched the golden petals and the flower began to glow. Lianniea was on the ground, in fetal position. It worried him to think that she might be hurt, and his mother was the cause of it.

     “What is this? What is this? What is this?” Adairian found his mother repeating, her hands in her hair and her crown-now-sword in a scabbard. He felt his fury fade at his completely bewildered mother. She probably thought of– it hit him like a truck.

     Pixies! But how could Lianniea be a pixie?

     “How is this possible!” King Malscon-aye boomed when figuring out the problem, too. “I want an Island official at my feet! Right now!” The King raged. His eyes turning a crystal blue, and white fur sprouting from his body, he had bursted from his skin, literally, and in his place stood a white wolf. The wolf was pacing back and forth, its ears twitching in anger. In a split-second, the room began to shake and the four-inch thick marble floor split open and Lianniea fell to the ground. The flower began to dig its roots into the pack soil. When the princess hit the ground, the soil had gone from packed and unnourished, too soft and broken. Grass and flowers began to sprout from the fresh soil. An earthshake broke the windows, allowing the native animals to crawl in and surround the Princess. She was still smiling, and when a tigra curled around the Princess, Lianniea smiled in her peaceful slumber.

     “Your Highness, I apologize for my lateness–” An Island official broke through the throne room’s doors, freezing in fear at the chaos. The Princess he had kept the records to lay in the marble floor, surrounded by plants and animals. Soon, though, the King shifted back clothed, and he was fuming. His hands hadn’t shifted back fully, so he still had claws protruding from his fingers.

     “Explain this, Mr. Florence! I will not ask a second time!” Queen Fiaira cried out, her tan skin turning into diamond and her sword in her dainty hands. The Island official, Mr. Florence, was faint. He was paling and choking up as he tried to explain the whole dilemma the Princess had caused. Opening his manila folder, he scanned over the papers held captive, holding his breath and taking gasps of air to stay stable. Now would not be a good time for him to have a panic attack.

     “King Malscon-aye, I have read here that her eighteenth birthday is tomorrow, and that she her species is undetermined. The Princess is very smart and learns new things very easily. Her artwork from Tower Twelve is being sold at high prince–” Mr. Florence squealed in terror when a bright light flashed from the sleeping princess. Lianniea was glowing, and the marks on her arms were in elaborate swirls, which seemed to be in an ancient language. Queen Fiaria hissed at the princess, the sword glinting in the radiant light beaming off of Lianniea. King Malscon-aye sat slowly on his throne, watching the craziness with an exasperated face. The electricity shut off, and the King observed Mr. Florence fall and crash to the marble floor, backwards. He looked to his son, and saw that he too passed out, but instead of being dramatic, his son had just crumpled. King Malscon-aye looked to his mate who he had found in the markets one day, acting as a spy, and his face blanched in terror.