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Title: Parallels and Juxtapositions
Inspired by: Chapter 9 of the Manga Akagami ni Shirayukihime
Characters: Izana Wistalia, Zen Wistalia
Wordcount: 383
Rating: General
The royal guards chosen to display the house of Wistalia's royal colors stood in neat rows before the entrance to the main palace. Hats sat smartly on top of their heads, leather boots gleamed with polish, and their capes of dark blue billowed in the gentle breeze.
Today is the day we are receiving the Crown Prince of Tanbarun as our guest. Escorting scouts arrived about an hour earlier heralding the way for group of carriages escorting the Prince.
I tapped my foot a little impatiently. The day has finally come for me to meet this man who supposedly forced to make Shirayuki his concubine. My eyes held its steady gaze towards the horizon, the morning sun creeping towards its highest peak. If the Prince of Tanbarun doesn't arrive soon enough, I wonder how long I can withstand waiting for another hour.
My foot ceased it's incessant tapping when I realized a presence behind me. One corner of my mouth tugged into a half-smile.
Zen never disappoints my expectations. I gave the briefest of glance at him. He looked impeccable in forest green clothes, his eyes giving a hint of green color.
"Brother, I'm going to greet him."
"Naturally. You are the second prince. I never once doubt that you wouldn't. Even though you weren't that enthusiastic about it in the beginning."
He gave a careless shrug. "It's only proper that I greet him. After all, you did mentioned he would be King soon enough. Besides, this is the first time I'd be seeing him."
"Oh?" I did not pointed out the obvious fact that he what he had just said is a lie. I gave him my most innocent, wide-eyed wonder look.
He grinned a little, sneaky little brat that he is! He knew that I knew! His eyes glittered with amusement. At least Zen knew me well enough to know that I always managed to absorb any little tidbits of information of what goes on in this castle.
Very well. I turned my head straight just as the advisers standing a little off from where we both stood gave a start and began to murmur amongst themselves.
The team of horses, the first batch of the Prince's bodyguards, has appeared. Already, I can feel the floor vibrating with the thundering hooves.