To one that lives in a fantasy;
Magic is different in every world, i would assume.
Yours is simply complex. Isn't that wonderful?
I could've taught you it, but what good will that be? Then, there wouldn't have an excuse for Claude to spend time with you.
Are you sure he would even make time for you?
To the 'crowned' prince;
Royalty.
Special.
Nobility.
Superiority.
Oh, I wonder. Why are they all synonyms?
Genuine frustrations from Lexter, a person who was before your mother.
"Mother,"
He got no response so he tried again.
"Mother,"
The woman with pearl-white curls stayed silent.
It was scaring him.
"Mother!!"
Finally, her head snapped to look down at him. And she said, "Eros, what's my name?"
Eros frowned. "Nyx Noxlucis, The Marchioness."
"Ah," Nyx said, as if just reminded. She turned her head, gazing upon nothing. "Have you ever wondered what happens after Death, your highness?"
Your highness, the three-year-old thought grimly. But he paused, tilting his head as he considered it. "Well, doesn't the body just decompose and our consciousness ends?"
Nyx laughed, a hand near her lips as she had a strange look in her eyes. "If only it was that simple." Weird. She had a weird tone. What was it called? Resentment? "Tell me, my darling son: is the human 'soul' just the Psyche of the mind? Just the thought process that is the conductor of our nerves and muscles? "
Eros wisely, stupidly chose to stay silent, allowing the woman to continue.
"Do we, do you believe in the faith of God, or rather, 'gods'? That our souls are to be judged. 'If one lived an honest live they shall be blessed to heaven, while one that is wicked shall be condemned to hell, and the neutral, the neither shall stay in limbo' the saying goes." Without looking at Eros, her hand reached to his cheek and his eyes fluttered close, seeking comfort in the cold hand of a mother. "Or, does the cycle of reincarnation slave our afterlife?"
Reminiscing that memory while carefully sinking it to his image of a pout of mana then pulling it out and bringing it to the manastone projectile cupped in his hands, Eros didn't let the feeling that his mother's words were some kind of hint disrupt his focus.
When Eros felt the 'spell' finish, he opened his eyes and found the manastone that used to have a pigmented plain grey have the bright color of cerulean-blue with a prearly-white. He smiled and almost muttered a proud 'I did it'. Almost.
He pressed the manastone before a bright light made up a holographic image amazingly identical to what his memories showed of a moment of his mother. They way Nyx sits naturally elegant and beautifully while staring afar, her familiar curls and face that Eros inherited, and her cold eyes as she turns to ask what her name was again.
Eros smiled, sadly(?), nostalgic(?). Occasionally, there were moments where she would forget, or perhaps, thought she was in a different universe and person.
Perhaps that was why she wished to die so bad, Eros guessed.
Hours had passed with the little prince simply staring at the image of his mother talking(threatening) to him over and over again until he heard some knocking on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It is Mia, a maid, your highness. " a voice replied.
Eros placed the manastone inside a silver shell of sorts, and closed it shut before saying that the maid is allowed in.
"It is time for dinner with his majesty and lady Diana, your highness. The location is at the Emperor's Palace garden."she informed him, bowing lowly.
Eros glanced at the grandfather clock that said half past six and nodded to the maid, Exiting the room.
Claude Alger de Obelia, the second prince, the spare, the talented, the nuisance considered by his own blood. He was young when he felt betrayed, felt surprised that he even expected something from someone, the someone that was a woman named Penelope Margarita.
He remembered the horrifying expression he wore when he saw Athanasius (that damn Athanasius) awoke bare with a brunette with emerald eyes next to him, smirking, obviously purposeful of his little brother discovering their affair in such a way. It was disgusting, shameful.
It was almost as bad as the way Nyx looked down upon him with those dark, dark eyes with a parasol fittingly in her hand placed above him, shielding him from the unmerciful sun. Then, irritatingly, her hand stretched for him, to assist him to stand up. But Claude knew better. He, instead, swatted her 'gentle' hand away and roughly stood up by himself, just as Nyx wanted him to.
Cerulean blue eyes glared at the noble woman that was a candidate to be his fiancée. He spat, "Were you aware?" The woman coldly acknowledged him in no response. "Were you aware this whole time that she was fucking my elder brother while pretending to love me, Nyx?!"
A smile. A cruel and playful and satisfied smile. "Oh, my poor, poor Claude," He froze as a cold pale hand touched his cheek. "Betrayed by the woman you loved, how absolutely cliché."
As swift as a lone wind in a frozen place, her hand slipped from his cheek, her body turning away, spinning the parasol like a bored lady. Claude thought perhaps her expression would be even more emotionless than his in that moment as the blazing sunlight stung his stupidly reflective jeweled eyes.
"I wonder, would you be a good ruler if you were to be this easily manipulated by some lovely seduction by a sexy lady?"she said and Claude frowned in distaste.
Then, as sudden as thunder, her body whipped around, throwing the expensive custom made parasol away, her feet moving her heading towards Claude at an unnatural speed, her white hair flowing leaving a light line through the air. Claude nearly reacted dangerously, almost channeling a killing spell and activating his protection one. He didn't. But then, making his eyelids stretch open, her lips pressed onto his, both of her hands cupped his face, forcing him not to pull away.
"What are you – Nyx– !!" He blurted out between her tries to slip her tongue into his mouth until she was successful.
Claude had kissed before. He had sexual intercourse with a woman, and a man one time(it was because of Nyx's pressure).
But really, that kiss with Nyx Noxlucis was unique, unusual, and, and scary. It felt dangerously good, for some reason, his knees felt weak, his body felt hot and began to sweet lightly. The way her tongue touched every spot, every nerve that was sensitive. The way she made him up his guard but relaxed his body. It was all so, so addicting. And, it very much left him puzzled and confused when he felt an emotion called disappointing when she pulled away, leaving him panting and face flushed red.
But the most irritating, the most annoying thing was that he felt strange when he heard her laugh, feeling 'happy' seeing her smirk at him.
"See? No wonder. "
"The absolute fuck does that mean?!"
"Silly Claude, " that foolish nickname she calls him again. "I was right, all it takes is just a beautiful woman to kiss you when you're heartbroken and you'll immediately marry them." Then instantly, her teasing demeanor vanished, her face dead. "Erase that. Destroy that weakness, your highness." She turned away, fixing her dress and wiping off the ruined lipstick. "Or it will be taken advantage of."
Of course. The kiss was simply one of her ploys. But Claude understood no matter how horrible they are, it will work. So Claude threw away the flustered feeling from her sudden kiss, and remained calm.
(And Nyx was left satisfied that she successfully distracted him from miss Margarita's betrayal. And she smiled at the thought that that encounter will trigger Claude's Determination to dethrone his elder brother.)
Ah, I will have to deal with another life, thought a soul that experienced too much when they felt their consciousness awakened in a body too little.
It is two years since then, and they discovered their gender assigned to them was female.
The time when her vision cleared at a few months old, she immediately went to find a mirror, or a reflective surface at least.
It wasn't hard to find one, in this obviously luxurious room of an only child of a noble, with gold, silver, and many jewels decorating the room, the room that is foolishly large enough to fit the average living quarters of a peasant; she found a full body mirror that couldn't be used for a tiny babe with intricate carvings of maidens with crowns, wings, bow and arrows, swords, books, you name it. And it wasn't so shocking really, she had short white curls that resemble pears and what would be disturbingly abyss-like blue eyes.
Interesting, she was born in a place set in a historical setting and was 'lucky' enough to be born as the wealthy only daughter of the 'marquis' if she heard right from the servants and the man that hold an obvious resemblance to her, with dark blue eyes and curly grey hair either from old age, but he doesn't seem too old, perhaps in his twenties give or take, (ah, yes, 'but how could a young adult already have a child? Darling, people in this age setting could already be left in the breeding room with the other sex just in their start of puberty, this shouldn't be so surprising.)
However, hmm, where was this body's mother? Has she died in childbirth? Executed for adultery? Sent to the dungeons for treachery? A commoner hidden from the eyes of the public to protect the family image? Or perhaps—
"Ew, is that my baby?" A high pitched voice interrupted Nyx unique monologuing.
The baby on four limbs on the floor, her daughter, snapped her head towards the voice as a servant went to scoop her up, bringing her to the lady. As the woman examined Nyx with narrowed eyes and a downward-curled mouth, she also studied the woman who popped her out of her vagina. And she could appreciate the helpful genes; pure white hair and bright purple eyes that 'amazingly' seemed like Amethyst jewels. Her features were beautiful, sharp and natural, almost elf-like. (And Nyx can tell you that. She'd met elves, been one a few times, many lives before)
(Jeweled eyes, jeweled eyes. Now, where have I read that before—?)
The woman leaned near her baby, face now scrunched up as if displeased. She placed her hand on Nyx's soft baby fat ungentlelike, fingers stretching the eyelids like a doctor inspecting a patient's eyesight. "No jeweled eyes. It seems as though she won't be able to be in line to the Nebesa throne."
The servant beside her nodded politely since the one holding any could not. "Unfortunately, Princess Uriel."
Uriel, the biblical archangel of light and judgment, Nyx noted. Considering that the language they were in was a mixture of Korean, Latin, and some English names, she's in a world shaped on a Korean webnovel. Or webcomic, whatever. She sighed innerly, stories ruled by the laws of Korean comics and tropes are so needlessly cliché.
Returning her attention to Princess Uriel (royalty, she's part of a royalty. Again), Nyx heard a selfish "hmph," come from the woman's mouth. "Well, then," Uriel crossed her arms. "Increase her education so it will be certain she will inherit the Marchioness. "
All of the maids in the room bowed. "As you wish, Princess."
Hah. This will be boring.
How interesting, Nyx thought as her father introduced the second prince, Claude, a frail gentle little prince, the spare. Obelia, the empire ruled by a royal family with cerulean gems for irises. The empire in a story book named 《The Lovely Princess》, a webcomic called《Who Made Me A Princess》,and a webnovel with the name《Suddenly, I Became A Princess One Day》. And this young boy, with plain clothing undeserving for the second in line to the throne, with blank beautiful eyes, is Claude Alger de Obelia, the father that would either kill or adore his only daughter.
With a perfectly forged serene smile, Nyx curtsied and reached to kiss Claude's hand, leaving him and her father gaping at her. "I hope we'll get along well, Your highness. "