Lethal Elegance - Chapter 1
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I was officially done with the advisors, they drove me completely insane.
I, Elaena Havilliard have finally reached a point where I can't take it anymore.
This was the third time this week me and my twin brother, Sam, had to break up a budget meeting that was getting a little too heated up. I mean seriously? A budget meeting for the Kingdom of Eleria, what is there to argue about? I snapped my fingers to get the advisors' attentions and they immediately became quite to hear their princess speak.
"As much as I appreciate you all attending this budgeting meeting this shouldn't be something you guys are arguing over. As a matter of fact the decision to spread out more of our kingdom's finances to those with lower paying jobs was made a little over three weeks ago. You're just here to be informed of our decision not to change it." I said in what I hoped was an even tone. In reality I was trying to keep a straight face. After almost a decade of going through countless etiquette classes, with private tutors, I think I was pretty good at the whole keeping a straight face and even tone thing.
To be quite frank, I found meetings that ended in arguments quite hilarious because even though the advisors all thought they were making some sort of 'outstanding impact' it really was my family doing the decision making. While yes, we heard out their reasoning during each meeting, most of the advisors were incredibly dense, trying to make the laws we passed benefit themselves. I made a mental note to either remind my mother or father to replace the advisors, or to just wait until my older brother, Sam, took the throne. In the midst of my thoughts a feeling of ice started to creep into my brain, and dizziness overtook any other thoughts I had.
I heard one of the royal elite - members of our family's personal guard, trained from birth to protect our family with their lives should there be any threats - say , "your royal highness, do we need to take you to the hospital wing? You don't look too well."
The guard was completely right, I felt positively awful. I shook my head and mumbled and excuse as to why I was leaving the meeting out of the blue. Eventually, I stumbled my way to the double doors that were the exit of the meeting room.
Once I was out I felt my body break into a cold sweat, and it felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on me. If I turned around and saw Sam holding and empty bucket over me, I really wouldn't be surprised. But when I turned the only people I saw behind me were the navy and gold clad guards flanking the hallway.
I stumbled into the nearest powder room fighting the urge to vomit up my organs, which felt like blocks of ice tumbling around my abdomen. Bile coated my throat as I turned on the tap, and when I touched the stream of water, it instantly turned to ice. I gulped.
This hadn't happen to me at least since I was five years old. I'm fifteen now. I looked into the mirror expecting to look positively awful, and well I've looked better before I didn't look like a complete mess.. yet.
The pale pink, satin, full length dress with a sweetheart neckline still looked fantastic. The intricate champagne gold stitching and trim really added an elegant flair. My medium, glossy, brown hair with lighter brown highlights was twisted into an elegant bun at the back of my head by my maids, and a gold tiara sat perched on the crown of my head. I had spent the better part of my morning getting ready, and while I had been bored to death during the process it seems to have paid off now preventing me from looking like a walking disaster. I looked into the mirror above the sink and looked into the eyes of my reflection. No matter how sick I was, or how awful I felt, the violet of my iris always stayed clear.
In a few minutes time I was expected to appear on national television for the Eleria monthly reports along side my mother, father, brother, and sister. I gave myself a pep talk outloud:
"You can do this Lae, you've been doing this since you were six years old. There's no reason to get nervous now of all times." The truth was there was a reason to get nervous, and here I was trying to talk myself out of it. I learned about my powers probably around the age of three when I was far too young to realize that that was not normal. By the time I was five I had completely mastered my ability to control time as well as water... that is until I turned fifteen. I felt a disruption in my powers as did my brother. Feelings of icy coldness would overcome me from time to time, and surges of heat would do the same to Sam.
I shook my head at myself, if anything leaked while we were on live television, I would try my hardest to try and reverse time. I told myself one last phrase of encouragement, " You are Elaena Havilliard Princess of Eleria, second in line to the throne, nobody, and I mean nobody can take you down." Well, maybe my parents or brother, but they wouldn't do that to me now would they?
A firm knock at the door echoed throughout the large room that was covered in ornate paneling. "Come in" I called out from my position in front of one of the sinks.
A young man with the exact same violet eyes and brown hair with light brown highlights entered the powder room. It was my twin brother. Sam strode in wearing a gray custom tailored suit on his tall toned body. He gave me a tight smile of understanding and extended his hand out to me.
I returned his smile with a smile that had the amount confidence that could take on the world. At that he gave me grin exposing his pearly whites, and defining his sharp jawline.
"Ready to face the world E?" he asked using the nickname I only allowed him to call me. And to that I took his extended arm in my own, lifted my chin, and replied with a grin and a wink,
"Always, as long as you're by my side dearest brother."
