Chapter 2: Withered Plight
Jules' pov
"Labyrinth!" Mother called out frantically, forehead etched with worry as she held out a hand to me, besconing me over. I closed the distance at once, sinking into her warm embrace.
Her scent filled up my nose at once, the scent of the beach and the scent of rain blended together along with a flowery undertone, and that familiar scent managed to calm my racing heart a little.
"My little boy." She murmured as she carded her fingers through my hair. Even though I was all grown up, my mother still treated me like a baby, and I soaked up every second of it at every chance that I could.
"Mama, I'm nervous... what if I mess something up?" I whispered as I slowly pulled out of her embrace to stare at her flawlessly beautiful face. The large ballroom which I had been practicing in for the most of the day is now filled to the brim with warlocks and witches of various covens who are in good times with my father's reign.
One look at the crowded ballroom made me second guess myself at once, because I was yet to perfect the piano playing art yet, and I was expected to play in front of that kind of crowd tonight.
Mother leaned forward and brushed a kiss against my head, hand cupping my cheek. "Don't think about it too much, okay? I'm sure you'd do well. Your best is all that matters."
I chewed on my bottom lip for a moment as a thought resurfaced in my mind. "But, what about Father? He's gonna kill me if I mess up tonight."
Mother let out a soft but nervous laughter. "He isn't, don't be silly." She admonished and I nodded slowly, swallowing down the rest of my worries.