His Incurable Omega novel Chapter 12

The Queen gave an impatient sigh. I was starting to understand her personality a little better.

"This is apparently a tradition that Queen Isadora started," The Queen gave a quick huff at the name before moving on, "During each Blue Moon Ceremony, the Queen is to ask the overseer who contributed the most in their service to the King and Queen." The Queen walked a few steps towards a rack of silver gowns, touching them and testing the material with her thumb before speaking again.

"Mr. Joseph said your name. So as a reward you are to attend the ceremony. However, he did voice a concern for your attire." The Queen turned to me then and motioned again to the materials hanging. "So choose."

"But...um...Queen?" I stated nervously. Her eyes narrowed at me. I could tell she was hard wire to be doing other things, rushing around being busy and was not used to being held up.

"I'm in charge of the light show, so I can't really be AT the ceremony because I need to be IN it."

I snapped my fingers. A nervous habit.

The Queen made an impatient sigh and said, "Just go for as long as you can, eat for as long as you must, dance for however much your allowed, and don't mess up whatever part you have." She looked at me and then to my hand that I was snapping.

"Stop that," she said.

I immediately stopped.

"I'll give you a blue tooth ear clip so you can talk while at the ceremony. I'm sure you have an assistant of sorts who is able to program also?" The Queen gave me a hesitant look before saying, "You were chosen by Mr. Joseph for a reason, and the King and Queen greatly honor your hard work, Fayette. Tomorrow night I will try to make as magical for you as possible."

I stared numbly back at the Queen.

The hard expression returned in her eyes, and she walked forward to the dress rack.

"This is all leftover clothes that once belong to the Queens or High Lady's," The Queen curled her lips in disgust at the last words. "But we should find something for you."

...

We found nothing.

The Queen had called in five of her maids to come help in the search, but the dresses were either too big, too small, the color was not right, the bust was not good, (no way are you going out in that piece of cloth! The Queen shouted once).

We finally were down to two dresses.

And both of them I did not like.

Neither did the Queen.

She frowned at the results of our two-hour search.

"This is it?" She asked, look back and forth to her maids. They all shuffled their feet and nodded, looking down.

"It's too late to order something dear so choose from the two," the Queen told me.

Throughout the two hours, I had somehow gotten to know the Queen more than I had thought I would. She in the process had developed a nickname of calling me dear. At first, it startled both her and me. But after a while, the name rolled off her tongue and sounded natural.

One of the dresses was green, so I knew instantly I could not choose it.

The other was an ugly pasty orange, that I could never understand why anyone would choose to make a dress out of.

"Yes," the Queen said nodding, with the maids giving thumbs up behind her back.

"Yes dear, It's perfect."

The Blue Moon Ceremony is Tomorrow! What!? Fayette will be there? The Prince has come back? What is going to happen?

Will these two meet?

Will Pride get in the way?

Or will love turn to ashes?

So I love you

because the entire universe conspired

to help me find you.

The sun was still out. It shone overhead, shedding its afternoon light before the thin rays dissolved into evening sets. The brightness overhead shone over a lone figure in a training yard.

The figure had been out since the early morning, to the very hour that is now being spoken of.

No sound came out of Prince Alto August's lips as his body hit the ground swiftly, before he pushed himself back up, only to repeat the process several times.