Chapter 119: The king’s choice.
"Faeloria!!" King Raff gasped.
His advisors, the nobles, even the lord mage and everyone that had heard rumors about the lost mythical kingdom of fairy like beings was amazed. It was a kingdom that thrived beyond the mystic grove or somewhere within, nobody really knew.
Everything about it was shrouded in mystery, including the people who lived there that were said to possess magic beyond human comprehension.
Stories about the kingdom spoke of it as a haven with lush gardens that never wilted, rivers which never died, trees that danced and sung with the rhythm of the wind.
The women of Faeloria were said to posses otherworldly beauty, they were delicate creatures whose presence could light up the darkness. Being around them was calming and comforting, their laughter was infectious. It was the dream of many men to marry a woman from Faeloria, they just didn’t know how to find them so they were assumed to be myths.
"That is a lie." Prime minister Windrider bellowed desperately. "Your highness, everyone knows that Faeloria is a myth. This is an enchantress, a seductress that should be arrested and questioned because she has come with bad intentions."
"What proves all this Lord Windrider?" Count Jameson asked. "To insult a princess of another kingdom is a crime. Perhaps you should watch your tongue before losing it."
The prime minister clenched his hands into fists and looked around, searching for his youngest daughter. This was supposed to be her chance to shine, where had she gone?
The king was as deaf as a doorpost, he extended his hand to the princess and helped her up. Not only did he do that but he escorted her to one of the chairs set out for high nobles and sat her down. He did not return to his seat but sat down next to her.