As the two of us reached the bottom of the stairs, Christopher stepped to the side and stood at attention.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and pointed out “You do realise I am the only person other than you that is here yet, right?”
“Ah, yes, but I do not know when someone, perhaps the Supreme Duchess Herself, may enter this room.” he said, relaxing a little, though still staying quite tense. I smiled, heading towards the grand table to sit and wait.
It was a polished, slightly dark wood table, stretching across most of the room, which itself was a third of the palace, a dusky purple piece of fabric going all the way over the middle of it. It was always kept completely clean, though I never knew how.
Though, that morning, there was a dark reddish, soot-like pile on the tablerunner. Curious, I lightly placed my finger on top of the pile. It disappeared right before I could feel even a grain of it.
“Hey! Miss Ma and Chris!” came a young, screechy voice from the stairs before I could comment on the soot.
I turned my head around to see the girl who had called out. “Oh, hello Adri.” I sighed.
“Miss Ma, could ya’ quit calling me ‘Adri’?” she said, skipping down the last few stairs, her piled-up silver hair falling down her back.
I let out a small laugh, “Maybe if you stop calling me ‘Ma,’ trust me, it’s more annoying than ‘Adri.’ Much more.”
“But it’s easier!” Adriana protested, the same way any child would.
I shook my head as I sat down in one of the countless chairs, matching in style with the table.
I placed my hand on his shoulder and pointed out “You do realise I am the only person other than you that is here yet, right?”
“Ah, yes, but I do not know when someone, perhaps the Supreme Duchess Herself, may enter this room.” he said, relaxing a little, though still staying quite tense. I smiled, heading towards the grand table to sit and wait.
It was a polished, slightly dark wood table, stretching across most of the room, which itself was a third of the palace, a dusky purple piece of fabric going all the way over the middle of it. It was always kept completely clean, though I never knew how.
Though, that morning, there was a dark reddish, soot-like pile on the tablerunner. Curious, I lightly placed my finger on top of the pile. It disappeared right before I could feel even a grain of it.
“Hey! Miss Ma and Chris!” came a young, screechy voice from the stairs before I could comment on the soot.
I turned my head around to see the girl who had called out. “Oh, hello Adri.” I sighed.
“Miss Ma, could ya’ quit calling me ‘Adri’?” she said, skipping down the last few stairs, her piled-up silver hair falling down her back.
I let out a small laugh, “Maybe if you stop calling me ‘Ma,’ trust me, it’s more annoying than ‘Adri.’ Much more.”
“But it’s easier!” Adriana protested, the same way any child would.
I shook my head as I sat down in one of the countless chairs, matching in style with the table.