Blooming Spring Flower- Chapter 6

This is my favourite chapter so far.Gives you a little hinch of the real deal.It's love story, yeah but... with a lot of other little stories in it. You'll have to keep reading to find out!

xoxo*

Chapter 6 of...Blooming Spring Flower*

Heather gasped twice, showing horror and disbelief. She was just as surprise as Blake who searched for some sort of explanation on his mother’s eyes. Yet, the queen didn’t look ashamed or sorry for what she had done: looked pleased, extremely calm and at the same time, anxious to take a quick glimpse at Melantha’s expression.

The public clapped unaware of the queen’s mistake, since they hadn’t been introduced to the prince’s “mystery bride”. Everyone had heard that Watila’s prince had come back from war and was now to be married, to a “secret fiancé” who was, apparently by the announcement, Heather.

Heather swallowed hard, took a step back and blushed intensely: she refused to leave and head towards the dance floor; that was just…wrong. She was a maid, not a princess or a fiancé. Her dress was ripped on the back, she looked flushed, her hair was messy and she didn’t even know how to dance!

Blake on the other hand, decided to go along with his mother’s game and play as if they were really committed, just to tease her and prove that she wouldn’t embarrass him that easily. He headed towards Heather, leaving an angry Melantha behind; he glided through the people, with his head up and a proud smile across his dark tanned face. As soon as he stood in front of her, he took her right hand, kissed it softly and silently asked her to accompany him. Heather wide opened her eyes as if she was asking “Are you serious?”
He laughed, nodded and kindly led her to the dance floor. The musicians discussed which tune they should play, while the people observed the couple arrive to the floor. Heather loosened up her hair, making it fall over her skinny shoulders. ‘This ought to cover the dress- accident’ she thought to herself.

Blake asked her to place her left hand on his right, while his left hand slid down her back, to her waist. He raised his eyebrow when he noticed her dress was ripped on the back: Heather smiled embarrassedly and said that she’d explain later. She finally placed her other hand on his shoulder: they were ready to start.

The musicians began to play a fairly romantic tune, in honour of the couple. At first, Heather kept looking at her feet, but then Blake suggested it would be better if she’d just look into his eyes .It should be awkward, but in fact, the whole dance went smoothly. They were having a good time: Heather almost looked happy. She was smiling and laughing, like when they used to play together a long, long time ago.

Meanwhile, Melantha was furious. She was a bubbling caldron, it the middle of those merry and ignorant guests .The queen was behind the charade, she was sure. That woman might look dumb and old, but she was very determined to get those two together- and she wanted Melantha out of the picture.
“There is only one possible way out of this mess - switching roles…” Melantha thought to herself, while admiring Heather from afar.