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Chapter Fourteen.
The day was so beautiful out, why did I have to be inside listening to a boring, monotone voice go on and on about a ladies behaviour? Did this person really not know who I was?
" Yes, yes, I understand I have to keep my mouth shut. You have told me this time and time again in countless of other classes. Why are we going over this?" Looking to my advisor, shock written all over her face.
"Well I believe you just answered your own question by this outrageous response to you being educated. You need to learn how to hold. Your. Tongue. Miss Rose. The king of Tukey is coming in around two week's times. In that time you will – maybe- be titled courtesan to his Royal Highness Prince Dimitri. Learn some control, please."
Sighing, I leaned my arm on the couch arm and stared at her straight on. "Well if we have to sit here, please continue." I gestured to her with full swinging motion of my hand This was my last lesson and being here when the sky was shining so bright made me want to be out in the stables or the gardens. I was feeling quite agitated today. Maybe because I didn't want to be instructed anymore or the fact that I: had to pee and she wouldn't let me out of here.
Sighing again, I looked over towards the door where movement caught my eye. Figures moved throughout the hall, and with my attention fully caught now, I couldn't help but notice how these people were dressed oddly different.
Suddenly a lady ran into the room and straight over to Ella. Whispering in her ear rushed and frantic. Not understanding what was happening I noticed Ella go tense and quickly stand and turn to me.
"Well it looks like I was wrong." Cocking my head to the side still unaware..
"It seems that the King of Turkey has made his grand entrance in the middle of everything. He will be here in a few moments and we are required to go greet his majesty. Come now. We cannot be late!" Coming over to me she pulled me from my sitting position, and practically dragging me to the main hall.
I wasn't really prepared to greet a king of another country, I guess there wasn't really much time though –especially if I wasn't even allowed to relieve myself still!
Everyone was crowded into the main entrance area, lined up and ready to greet the King of Turkey. His help lined up closer to the door with gifts it looked like, variety of items ready to gift to this great country in reconciliation. Looking around my eyes landed on to our Royal family.
In the middle of the hall, there stood Olena, Dimitri, Viktoria and Christian and Adrian on either side of the family. Probably feeling stared at Dimitri turned to his side only to see me and give me one of his charming smiles, but also to word 'sorry' to me.
The council of elders also stood here ready to greet this great king. I think Dimitri called him Ibrahim at one point? I was not sure.
"ANNOUNCING , His Royal Majesty, King Ibrahim Mazur of Turkey, ruler of the Turkish"
Widening my eyes slightly I watched as two gentleman walked through the door. The king obviously walking ahead of what looked to be a head of guard, a commander? The king looked like a charming guy. His outfit with gold embroider throughout the top coat. Reminding me very much of the Chinese design on their outer layers.
The colours were of black and gold. The pants like a harem fit, banded at the ankle and a white sash tying around his waist. A black top tucked into the sash with the top coat that was fit for a king. Gold embroidery throughout the top coat, and then the sash of the royal Turkish family and its crest fell across his chest. The man had two gold hoops hanging in one ear, and a gold medallion hanging around his neck. His face warm with a smile, and his whitened teeth definitely contrasted against his warm skin tone.
Watching Dimitri step forward, he extended his hand to the Turkish king and almost immediately they were laughing with each other.
"Welcome Sir, to Russia, to our home." Dimitri bowed to him as did Olena and Viktoria, and while their heads were down all of us on the side followed along.
"Ahh, please do not worry about such formalities with me. Everyone may rise." We all nodded and lifted ourselves up standing there at the interactions.
"It is finally great to be able to have our favoured ally here in Russia once more Ibrahim. It is nice to finally meet the man behind the letters." A hearty laugh came about.
"You too my boy, it is well to be here. It is a shame that Alexander cant be here to see this joyful day once more." It was now Olena's turn to emit a laugh. "He definitely would be proud of this. Mr. Mazur if you don't mind please follow us to the meeting hall, we can all have a chat." Olena gave a sweeping gesture to the door at the end of the hall.
"Of course Olena, I would love that." Following behind here, he began to look around, smiling at us as he did. Soon his eyes rested upon me though and it was like time froze for him. Stopping he stared at me, feeling very overwhelmed I averted my gaze to the floor. Was I offending him? How?
Trying to keep my composure something else struck my mind. Did they say his last name was Mazur? Was that a common last name? My last name had been a combination of Mazur-Hathaway. Hathaway being my mothers maiden name, and she had told me Mazur was to honour my father.
It must be a popular name, maybe I was a descendant of the Mazur line. Snorting mentally – or so I thought I kept my eyes down.
"Something funny?" Eyes shooting open, I noticed that a pair of silken shoes stood in front of me and a honey-lilac scent filled my nose , reminding me of my mothers smell.
Lifting my head, I was met with a pair of brown eyes curiously looking at me. Realising I HAD offended him I, bit my lip and kneeled before him. An odd sense of deja-vu swept over me.
"I am so sorry, I did not mean to be out of place your majesty." Closing my eyes I felt like I was always doing something wrong.
"Are you help here in this palace?" He asked me, and nodding he gave a light laugh. "No need to be startled young one, and no need to apologize. It is I who has scared you. Please do not kneel to me." Swallowing, and really feeling the urge to use the washroom I stood and faced the man again.
Stroking the stubble on his face, carefully his eyes analyzed me, but before he could say anything Dimitri came over to us. "Im sorry Mr Mazur, is there something wrong? I do apologize for anything that has happened –"
" Oh no no, nothing is wrong this girl simply reminded me of someone but I have been mistaken. I must be going senile in my old age of forty." Dimitri and the Turkish king laughed before Dimitri led him away from me, looking at me silently asking if I was alright.
Releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding I watched as they entered their meeting hall, and once everyone was in the clear and started moving I bolted up to my room. This man had made me feel like I was being scrutinized under a magnifying glass. There was something about him that I couldn't place either but I had never met this man. I hated not knowing where to place the 'x'.
Everyone was busy after the king's arrival. I was supposed to be meeting with the elders tomorrow, but a dinner was being hosted and so it would be postponed another day. It sucked but I understood the reason.
Tomorrow I would be having dinner alongside with Dimitri I was told so here Lissa was poking around at a dress that was being designed for me to wear. This one more the style of a courtesan.
"I cant believe theyre going to start introducing you as a courtesan already ! Even though King Ibrahim doesn't know, everyone else does. Are you okay with this Rose?" Nodding in the mirror I shrugged.
"I guess it doesn't really matter because at the end of the day I will end up being one yknow. Im a bit nervous though to be seated at this dinner because this king is so intense. I don't know we keep end up making eye contact"
"Ooooh, think Dimitri is gonna have competition?" Faking a gagging noise Lissa laughed at me. " There is no way that is happening. That is most definitely not there! Also it was so weird Lissa, when I was younger my mom always smelled like honey and lilacs and I use to love smelling it - I would actually steal it and rub the concoction on my wrists all the time. After my mom passed away I have the vile left with only a teeny bit in it, but he smelled just like she did."
" Well it is only natural – you are Turkish and your mom did travel or come from Turkey right? That's probably where she got it from, I don't think its too big of a coincidence?" Thinking on it, Lissa did make sense.
" Alright! All done." Looking into the mirror once more, because every time Lissa said that she would go back to fixing it. But this time it was perfect. Smiling I turned to her
"This is beautiful Lissa. The gown, its beautiful. You always do such a wonderful job. I always feel like I was made to walk beside Dimitri in your gowns."
The dress was a crème colour with red threading this time. It was off shoulder so my chest was covered, but you could see my collar bone and neck. The tops of my shoulders bare as well. The sleeves had a thicker red threading at the top before the chiffon billowed out making the bell sleeve once more. There was a gathering under the bust, where tiny jewels sat like a waist band and then the chiffon flowed down to the floor again. Another layer capped from the back on my arms as well, a dark red chiffon –reminding me of a Spartan cape.
"Lissa this is truly beautiful!" Smiling she smacked my butt startling me. "You look hot Rose. Just say it." Laughing she got up.
"Oh my god, you should wear your mothers necklace with this! The gold and black nazer? Is that it? " I laughed at her pronunciation.
"No Lissa, its called a Nazaar. You're right.. It would look beautiful with this and I do need a piece of jewellery sitting on my chest. It just gives me that much more y'know.
After deciding how I would wear my hair and makeup, and of course the slippers I would wear, Lissa helped me slip back out of the dress and into my normal dress.
Deciding that I wasn't ready to retire for the day and that the sun had only just set, I decided to go down and grab something to eat. I felt like I hadn't had a proper meal in days even if Dimitri had made me a soup and bread yesterday.
Heading down the corridor I could hear people talking once more. I would wind up seeing it was anyway on my way to the kitchen so I didn't even bother about worrying who I ran into. I didn't need to be sneaky and eavesdrop.. not this time anyway.
Coming to the hall it was still bustling with people trying to put away the last of the gifts that had come with the King of Turkey as peace offerings. While they were doing so, there stood the man that had walked in with King Ibrahim, I didn't believe I had caught his name, but I did know he was his chief commander of their royal guard.
All the Turkish guards wore short swords tied with a sash at the hip, alongside a black gun with gold detailing. It seemed funny to have to weapons, one a little more archaic than the other, but I guess it was a means of protection.
Catching me staring at the bustle, the chief Commander gave a short nod before putting his attention elsewhere, but in mid stride stopped and looked at me. This time – really looked at me. Mouth agape he seemed to notice he was staring, clearing his throat he turned away and called after a guard.
Feeling confused at his reaction, I shrugged my shoulders and wandered into the kitchen.
Mikhail was back there again and he was making the sweet treat!
"Mikhail, it seems you didn't get enough time to perfect it, or did you?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows at him and sitting on the stool. He suddenly looked stressed out.
" I am hoping it is good enough." A light lit up in his eyes. " I have tried it so many times I cannot taste the difference anymore – would you like to try it Rose? " Nodding eagerly he gave a good laugh, grabbed a bowl and took a spoon taking it off a pan and putting the pieces into the bowl for me to try.
Lightly grabbing a piece, I plonked it into my mouth and let the ingredients swirl around.
The taste was mind blowing. It was sweet, but the crunchiness of the pistachios and pastry countered it. It left such a satisfying taste in my mouth and left me taking another piece and eating it, letting out a large unexpected moan – which earned a laugh from Mikhail once more.
"Im taking it that it tastes good?" Nodding I went for another one and Mikhail tapped my hand and shook his head.
"Nah ah, too much is bad for your teeth miss Rose. And the rest is for Olena and King Ibrahim. They are still in a meeting and asked for snacks. Do you want to bring them to them?" He asked a hopeful glint in his eyes.
Giving him a smile I nodded. " Anything for you Mikhail, as long as you promise to make more of this even if the King is not here." He nodded vigorously. " Of course, anything to not have to let me face his reaction of what it tastes like."
Waiting for him to design the tray with snacks I quickly looked at my reflection in the hanging pot fixing all my hairs that were out of place. Such a girl move.
"Alright Rose, enough staring at your reflection you're already beautiful enough." Giving him a playful glare, I took the tray from him and let him open the door for me. "Thanks Rose!"
"Not a problem Mikhail!" Taking my time to the room, I was happy to see Olena and Dimitri, I felt like we were always busy – I mean they were still busy but I could at least be of use even for a moment. I believe victor as Dimitri's right hand advisor would be there as well.
Having the guard tap on the door for me, suddenly a voice called through the door allowing me in. Soon the doors were opening, allowing me entrance.
All were sitting around the oak table talking and conversing and stopped upon seeing my arrival. Victor was the first to talk.
"Ahh, Miss Hathaway, how nice of you to ring us treats." Victor gave me a smile, but suddenly my ears sounded with a choking noise coming from King Ibrahim. Clapping him on the back we all watched startled before he smiled and nodded his head. " Sorry everyone, it just went down the wrong pipe." Laughing it off he continued his conversation with Olena.
Smiling at him I nodded to him and then to Dimitri and Olena. Setting the tray down I felt Dimitri's eyes come over me and give me his charming smile in thanks, quickly he grabbed the top of my hand and squeezed before letting it go. Smiling was all it took for us to convey our conversations. Little did we know that we had an audience.
Quickly saying my goodbyes, I bowed and left them shutting the door with a soft click. Tomorrow was going to be an eventful day. Pulling my nazaar out of my pocket I smiled and headed up towards my room.
TBC.
ALRIGHTY. WELL. I just wrote 2900 words for this chapter instead of my history essay hahaha!
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