The Guests IV

Azure's POV

Their carriage has already made its way into the courtyard. It was early in the day. Due to excitement or maybe an alibi of fluster, I too woke up even before dawn. Any information they will provide would be magnificent, as long as I stick to my words carefully, my order won't bend.

"It is a very clear day." Said Lance matching my speed holding a cup of water.

"You and I have a very different definition of clear, I now know why your chamber is always very messy." I took the cup and looked outside.

"I'm just following your lead highness." He joked.

The day had a very ominous weather. Yesterday was outright bright though today is very depressing. I wonder if it will rain. Rain might sound good, it sets up a very good atmosphere.

"You there, the small one with the mace. Take my belongings to the kitchen and have my thanks reach their staff" The small man bowed. He took the cup and the apple core and rushed towards the kitchen.

"Are you sure about not taking a proper meal? I could understand a light breakfast but your composition is very used to have a very balanced routine." Lance said.

"I will be fine. Is the parlor ready?" I asked.

"It has already been organized since last night, your grace. Though we have to pardon some of the emperor's officers. Beforehand, they said they wanted to see how things will go in the conversation." Lance frowned.

"Who gave the order?" I asked.

"They stated themselves, your grace. There were no grounds of the emperor sending them but they insisted they would stay." Curious or maybe hungry mites.

"I see, but still, I want this conversation." I said pressing to the east as I groaned.

Father's officers are very persuasive. Their tongue is poison to the ears, though yes, they do provide a great image and great advisory standing upon my father's grace.

Father...One very reason that the noble faction is furious is maybe because of the continuous change in the regime. Adaptation is important but heavy and all too hard to normalize. Change by change inaugurates problems ranging to political unrest much like so.

To explain bluntly, a noble family has a state of being modern. Modernization is very significant to the government and the civilians. If the government imposed multiple alters everyone follows. That said, change imposed by the system degrades natural values of modern noble houses.

I've been seeing some of father's works and some just confused me. I don't retain the needed governance to refuse, and when I Eason with him, the answer remains constant.

"My goal is every goal of each spectacle presiding amidst the contents of our golden masterpiece. As long as there is me, there will be change and as long as we draw breath to the sacred sky, discord will persist."

I don't blame him. The anxiety he never shows is all trapped behind his royalty. He shows no emotion to secure the people's emotion. As long as he doesn't raise a hand to slap the city, the people would think everything is fine.

"Maybe that is why," I mumbled.

"That is what?" Lance said pouring some water in my cup.

"I was just conversing with my mind. I have an idea about why the noble houses could be mad." I said holding my chin raising an eyebrow.

"Is that so? Care to enlighten me?" He asked.

The knock came before the answer. I think it was them. I hope they-

"Your grace. Please reconsider your decision. We are just looking out for you. Everyone knows how diplomatically impulsive those nobilities can be." Said Sir Amberstone, one of my father's court attendee.

Sir Amberstone. A middle-aged man with lengthy black hair and thick amethyst eyes. He carries so much of a light aura with his pastel garments. Though underneath that exotic skin tone and white wastecoat is a very overshadowed ominous history.

"Sir Amberstone please. The guests will be arriving soon, we are in no time to dispute about mindless curiosity." Said Lance.

"Child, you do not know how unstable they are. We will merely serve as extra force in the conversation. Isn't that reassuring?" He then looked at me smiling softly.

"We don't need your aid. I can handle everything along with my adviser. Though, thank you for the offer." I answered.

"In the case of political matters, forgive my rudeness but I don't think his majesty has the experience to bear contact with the Cynthia Family" He crossed his arms leering at me. Sharply his Iris moved to Lance. He scanned him head to toe, Lance clenched. Rasing his eyebrow, he then sat across me.

"Now now, no need to get all defensive young Lance. Frankly, I'm truly worried about his majesty. I was there when the chaotic kindle began. In that timeframe...I could still see that his majesty doesn't have the narrative to act accordingly to royalty?" He cackled softly.

History speaks of how the mistress of the Cynthias died in the blaze of glory. The investigations died after finding no more leads for the mistress' death. The devastated Azure, traumatized, acted passionately about continuing the investigations, but his efforts ended in vain after a few years time...

It was then that he felt sorry for himself and the Cynthias. Turning a blind eye faintly to their faults because of the precious memories of his friend akin to what was suppose to be a mother.

"You've asked for my permission and my answer is no. Thank you for your time but I have to and you to leave." I said. The grimace and cold compasses my voice as my eyes sharpened at his figure.

In the silence. He still sat, not showing any sign of leaving. The Cynthias are arriving soon, so I'll just have to give up. This parlor is after all my Father's. Who am I to just drive one of my fath-

"Lance. We are leaving. Hurry up to the escort and inform about the location change." I said standing up.

"The Cynthias are probably on their way here" Said Lance.

"Then make haste and find them." I replied. Lance nodded then he went off strutting.

"Then I-"

"Go back to my father? That's beneficial. If you could, please hand over that cup to him. A guard will have you supervised so that cup will be secured." I sighed at the sight of his surprise.

It was a small tea cup with nothing in it.

"Consider it an imperial command. Now if you'll excuse me, I have presiding matters to attend to. A stain on that cup will cost you much, find a way not to let your fingerprints mark it's handle." I smiled. That will for sure but me some time out of disturbance.

The faint sounds of complaints behind the door. That takes care of that. I looked left and right first then I exhaled, relaxing myself as though clearing me head.

"He never meant harm. In the way of the truth he wants, he thought offense would get him through the argument. But what he said is half true..."

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