Blooming Spring Flower- Chapter 3

Yet, another chapter! :)
Step by Step you'll understand the plot and the whole situation( or problem) our hero has to put up with! Poor Heather...Well, you have to read if you want to find out more!

Blooming Spring Flower - Chapter 3

Inside the ballroom, the queen was making sure everything was absolutely divine (perfect) for the ceremony take would take place later, during the evening. She was sitting by the window, holding a tea cup and deciding which colour she would pick for the napkins: Light Beige or Flaming Red, to match her curtains?

“Ah, Blake!” the queen called” You’re finally here, oh dearest son of mine!”
“Yes, mother: I am here. And I brought someone with me…”
The queen searched for the soul, who had kept her son accompanied during the terrible time of war. Could her son have brought fellow mate( friend), from the Southern Lands( they were at war, he couldn’t do that to his own mother... could he?) or perhaps a slave to help around with the arrangements, or even a politician to teach HIS mother how to rule HER country? Just the thought of what the young prince had been up to, in the last 6 months, made her nauseas.

It was then, Heather crippled behind the young prince, with a flushed face and frizzy hair. The queen made a kind smile and sighed. ‘It is far better than a new counsellor!’ she thought to herself.
“Oh, you were talking about Heather, now weren’t you?” the queen asked relieved.”Not at all ” he grinned, brushing his blond curls back “Mother, I want you to meet Melantha, my fiancé…”

The teacup, the queen was holding, fell and broke on the floor, spilling tea everywhere. The queen’s heart momentarily stopped beating: she was speechless. She looked straight at Heather, demanding an explanation, which Heather couldn’t give since she was just as surprised.

A tall, slim and astounding brunette, with amber eyes and cherry lips, silently “slid” through the workers, from the castle’s hallway, towards Blake’s direction. She moved with such grace and elegance, anyone could easily tell she had come from a royal and wealthy family.

“Your highness” she introduced herself with a bow, and a loving smile “I am Melantha, daughter of the Southern Lands King, Zo”

Heather gasped in disbelief, while the queen simply nodded and stared demented, towards her own son. That was “practical joke” even she couldn’t bare…