Rosella couldnât help giggling lightly at the way her son squeaked his âthank youâ. He did seem rather overwhelmed by everything, but honestly, Rosella understood that perfectly, as she felt much the same during her visit. Once she got to the sight-seeing bit, anyway â the initial part of her visit didnât leave much opportunity for appreciating the beauty of it all considering sheâd been rather focused on not letting the entire realm get blown up.
Gartâs sudden exclamation grabbed the womanâs attention, and her gaze shifted down to the little prince. âNot to worry, Your Highness. Our guards always take the utmost care, but should anything happen with your belongings on the way to your rooms, Iâm sure itâs nothing a little magic caât fix,â she assured him with a polite bow.
âSorry, weâve had a few mishaps at home with some of his things getting broken,â Rosella explained. âBut thank you, we do appreciate the assurances.â
After a couple of guards were grabbed so they could handle the luggage, the woman led them up the steps into the castle. Towering, ivory columns lined the side walls, where numerous openings let the sunlight stream in and opened the castle to the landâs beautiful views. Chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, although they werenât currently lit, as the outside lighting brightened the castle more than enough. The group followed along, feet trailing over the gold and burgundy coloured rug that lined the trail into the throne room.
Etheria Castleâs throne room looked just as magnificent as the entrance of the castle, and the sunlight made the pearlescent thrones and gilded designs on the marble floors gleam brightly. Oberon and Titania sat in those thrones, but stood immediately at the entrance and announcement of their son and his familyâs arrival.
âWeâre so glad to see youâve made it. Weâve missed you all so much,â Titania said, a soft smile on her lips as she embraced her son tightly, followed by Rosella.
When she reached Gart, Titaniaâs smile brightened further. She knelt down, a green hand reaching out to cup his cheek. âAnd Gartholomew, itâs /so good/ to see you again. Youâre growing into such a handsome, young man.â Titania leaned forward and kissed his cheek before she stood again.
Oberon, too, took his turn greeting them all, albeit with briefer hugs. âItâs been far too long since weâve seen you,â Oberon said, clapping a hand over Gartâs shoulder. Unlike the green or pink of Titania or the maid who escorted them in, Oberonâs skin was the same cream tone as Edgarâs. âI trust you all had no problems getting here?â
Rosella shook her head. âNot at all. We were on our way as quickly as we could. Gartâs been so excited to get here, I think he was ready to leave before Edgar and I even woke up,â she said with a laugh, smiling down at her son.
As Gart immediately took note, this Grandma and Grandpa were so very different from Graham and Valanice. The two of them, and even their castle, looked like something from his book but even grander. Like someone that couldnât be real, and yet here he was as their grandson.Â
Gart was at a complete loss for words, yet again. He wondered if the whole trip would be like this. He look up at his father, who always just looked like a âdadâ to him. These were his parents? It almost felt hard to believe.
It was easy to tell that Oberon was massive and powerful, and him clapping his giant hand on Gartâs tiny shoulders almost knocked the boy off his feet. He was impressive, to say the least. Then there was Titantia. The green skin was a surprise, but she looked every bit as elegant, gentle, and wise as Valanice.Â
âI wanted to see if Etheria was anything like my book.â Gart admitted, recalling his fairy tale book. Of course now that he was thinking about it, even with all the nights he had spent reading it he still felt unprepared for everything he had seen.Â
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