Book 12.1: Chapter 6
The Galadriel Tribe annually went on a trip that could be considered a short vacation. The short vacation was the period of the year where the members of the tribe were most relaxed. This time, they were headed to a place in the centre of the forest with beautiful scenery.
The location had a fresh lawn that was rare to come by in the forest. A small creek went around the small timber villa. Not too far behind the building was a small beautiful waterfall. There were no dangerous animals in the forest nearby. There was no shortage of lawn space. There was an abundance of berries and mushrooms in the forest, and it wasn’t dark in the forest. The place was a place in dreams for elves. However, the enormous two-floor villa here was the Galadriel Tribe’s property.
The land around it also belonged to the tribe despite the villa usually being inhabited. The areas around were also out of bounds. A pair of elven soldiers was specifically assigned to guard the place. Cleaners were also organised to clean the interior of the building.
The villa was only used once per year for a few days. Vyvyan brought Troy along the last few years. Time spent with Troy there was her happiest days, for there was nobody and no work. She could be with her son from morning to night when they slept. She cooked for her son, watched him cheerfully run about on the lawn. She’d play in the lake outside with Troy if he didn’t want to bath in the small tub. Then, she’d place little Troy on her chest, wrap her arms around him and stargaze as they gradually fell asleep. To Vyvyan, vacations were a happy thing, but being able to spend time alone with Troy was even more blissful.
“Your Highness!”
It was another year and another holiday for Her Highness. The horse carriage departed from the palace. The elves in the Imperial Capital crowded onto the sides of the street. They cherished the opportunity to see their Queen. Vyvyan pulled open the window of the carriage and waved at her citizens with a smile. The elves instantly rejoiced. There weren’t many opportunities to see Vyvyan, and she was gorgeous enough to drive every man crazy.
The elves considered the noble, pure and gentle Queen Vyvyan to be god. Being able to see her wave at them was basically the most exciting feeling in the world. They missed her from the first day she was absent.
The carriage left the Imperial Capital and headed toward the forest. Although a large group of Imperial Guards escorted the carriage on both sides, they couldn’t enter the Galadriel Tribe’s forest without permission. In other words, there was only Vyvyan and Troy in the vicinity of the villa… and also… Lucia, who exclaimed with surprise, when she saw the scene outside from inside the carriage.
Due to her height, Lucia sat in Troy’s lap. Troy sat by the window, which allowed Lucia to look outside. Those who were closer would be able to see Queen Vyvyan had a vein on her head that looked as if it was going to pop was despite the fact that she was wearing a smile. Vyvyan’s urge to kill was genuine.