Chapter 4: The kingdom of Arendelle
The boat was finally arriving to Arendelle's harbor after a journey of five days. Walter looked to the fjords and the blue sea. It was marvelous! Diane was very excited too. She thought that she was going to meet so much people that she couldn't help but hope to find a new friend. Sure her brother was lots of fun but the two of them sometimes dreamt of having more friends to talk to and play. Queen Flora hugged her children and pressed her lips in their little heads. She missed her husband but she knew she had to go alone. She was a little disappointed that Elias hadn't done anything to fix his relationship with William yet. However she trusted her husband.
"He will do something eventually", she thought.
Queen Flora and her children entered in the big halls of Arendelle's castle. In the throne room they were received by a fat man with an impressive beard, a sad woman with full lips and a group of councils.
The queen of Corona bowed elegantly and so did her children, less confidently.
Soon, Walter and Diane discovered that the fat man was their uncle and the woman with full lips was their aunt. They made a strange couple and they didn't seem too happy. It was visible that Queen Ingrid was too young for King William. However she was older than Flora. Maybe just three or four years older.
Queen Ingrid wasn't very beautiful. She had dirty blonde locks tied in a low bun and her facial expression was a twist of pain and sadness. Walter thought that she looked like a melancholic ghost of a haunted castle.
The king of Arendelle talked to their mother for a while and then they had to show their respects to him.
Walter and Diane were bored. The whole bureaucracy was quite exhausting and not really fun so after an hour and a half arguing and debating some treats they were finally free.
They were led to a room where the councils' families were waiting for the reunion to end. It was full of women and children.
When the royals came in, everyone went silent and they bowed with respect and elegance, even the kids.
Lilian was really bored. Her mother was looking for her sister Monica, a fourteen-year-old girl that hated rules, and she was left with her two older sisters: Sophie, the eldest and Rebecca, the one that gave some stability to the family.
Sophie was talking to her fiancée -they were going to marry next week- and Rebecca was surrounded by Lords and Sirs that tried to flirt with her, so little Lilian was sitting on a chair watching the hours tick by.
She looked to the left. There was a group of boys about her age that were playing on the outside garden, covered in mud and playing with sticks. She groaned with disgust. Boys. Ugh. The girl wasn't used to them as she lived with her mother and sisters. Well, and her father; but he barely was at Sommertown's mansion.
Truth must be said, she didn't have a good experience with them. Once her cousins came to visit and they didn't stop teasing her. She felt so humiliated that she promised herself that she would never trust boys anymore.
However that wasn't her fate.
There he was, walking with his chin high and his delicate moves. Behind that mask, Lilian could see that he still was a terrified boy that just acted like an adult. All that seriousness was false.
That's what bewitched her forever.
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