Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Melione sat in front of a silver framed mirror. Ornate designs of vines and flowers were worked into the single piece of metal. Her white locks spilled down her back and over her shoulders. Her face was quite porcelain unlike Leferia or Zylane who had more colour to their face, but she was beautiful in her own way.
She picked up a mahogany and amber brush from the vanity, running it through her hair. The knots of last night's rest were made straight with considerable ease. She massaged a pink cream into her face, before heading off towards the baths.
The palace was majestic after all it was the palace of one of the three strongest queens. Other than the immortals, it was frequented by magical beings and other royals.
She and her sisters didn't become the rulers of the three great empires within a night. They had fought for it. The war lasted for more than two decades and after their win they started from scratch.
It was easy for Leferia and Zylane who had their husband's estate to start with unlike Melione who had to start from the very beginning to build Havelon.
Hampton was already a small kingdom with resources and Leferia took the right opportunity to use them. Zylane's situation was no different. Her husband also had a small kingdom which grew rapidly after the trade business they started. Havelon on the other hand was a new kingdom that grew under Melione. It also became the richest kingdom with It's trade business and mines, all under the watchful eyes of the rumoured queen who was said to be a spirit user.
Melione could still remember Aurendel, a small kingdom between the border of Havelon and Hampton. It was a famous dwelling for plant users as it mainly depended on agriculture and had a suitable climate for it.
Thinking of Aurendel made her think about a certain someone with black hair. She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts of a stranger and her mind drifted to another news her sisters gave about Aurendel.
Atreyu was shy and meek and she could understand why he was like that. Her mother Serabi, queen of Aurenfel, was very strict. Melione didn't like her, they always argued whenever they were in the same room. Serabi thought that she was the wisest among all because she was the oldest, but Melione can prove it wrong without any hesitation. After all she was the one who helped her kingdom from crumbling down after the war.
Serabi was the reason Atreyu was so meek; she made him that way, always suppressing him. She didn't even bring him to any gathering giving excuses that it would spoil him. Melione felt bad for him even though she never met him personally. He was older than her for two years but hearing about him she felt like he was with a child who has no knowledge about the world outside his kingdom.
Melione wanted to help him, but as soon as Serabi would know that her little son was meeting with a girl, that said the queen of Havelon whom she hates so much, she would either go and complaint to her sister Leferia like a child or would start a war, not like she could win against Melione.
It would only take a blink of an eye for Melione to wipe out Aurendel. It was nothing compared to her glorious empire, but there was something inside her that didn't want to start another war. The last one still left a great impact on her and she still has nightmares about those nights she spent on the battlefield.
Melione lets out a sigh as she notices the bath water was getting cold. She gets out and wraps herself with a towel. Years of being inside the castle and the lack of sunlight had made her skin porcelain. All she did after the war was to focus on building her empire. She had worked day and night drowning herself in paperwork, setting rules and proper foundations for the traders and merchants.
It was true that she was not enjoying her life like her sisters who always threw parties and attended social gatherings, but she never felt like attending them. She would rather be home and spend time with herself.
She was the youngest of all three of them, Leferia being the oldest. They never knew what their parents' love was like and learned sword fighting and about political affairs from their father and the knights. The early death of their father left them helpless but they still stood up against their enemies. Leferia and Zylane were already engaged before their father's death. She on the other hand was never interested in the opposite gender.
There were many men who came to her after she became queen to marry her, but she felt uncomfortable in their presence. Most of them were there just for her kingdom, wealth and the title of king and the rest were after her body and beauty.
She puts on a black robe and sits on her bed. Her mind wandered off to all those years spent on the battlefield. She could remember her and her sisters plotting their next move on a map laid on the table of their chamber. She remembered Serabi there, though she never let her son participate in the war saying he was too young for it despite him being two years older from Melione and the same age as Zylane. Serabi had always been a loyal ally of Leferia, maybe that's the reason she goes whining to her sister when she faces any problem.
Serabi was a great warrior and there was no denying it. She alone was able to take down dozens of soldiers, but her bad temper and annoying nature made it impossible for Melione to deal with her. Serabi always wanted everything to be as she wanted it to be. And the living example was her son. Melione felt bad for him. He had to bear with her his whole life. Serabi may be his mother but she could be extreme sometimes.
Her eyes wandered off towards the view outside her castle. The streets of Havelon seemed lively even though the sun had already set. She could hear the distant buzz in the air from the night market. It brought a smile to her face. It was definitely time for another visit to her beloved people.
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