Chapter 20 - The History (1)

The next day, Fyure walks gracefully clad in green dress, red hair shifts with each step she takes as she hums and greets the servant with a smile, a leather briefcase on her left hand, where tiny tools and a few sample fabrics are placed.

As a Fairy, it is odd for her to be hired by the Werewolf, obvious reason would be the difference in their race, as a hot blooded creature, the kind of fabrics and materials used in their clothing also differs entirely with energy consumed Fairy race, temperature doesn’t take into much account to the designs of clothing, but some do take a personal preference of texture.

However, Fyure keen attention to detail and skill in creating different type of garment was recognized early on by the Suttern Royal Family. Thus, she was able to stay here for the last five years, becoming personal designer for the entire Royal Family as well as the former Lady of Qye. When her presence is not needed, she will come to the city and accept jobs on creating their dresses, charging them the amount they can afford.

As a fairy who used to live at Ertellib, Land of Fairies, she was actually surprised there is such a deal between Qye and Suttern. She used to think that perhaps the first daughter of Qye is always barren, that is why they married the Crown Prince when the time came, and eventually die inside Suttern.

Well, she is aware of the fact that the first Daughter of Qye is the strongest creature out there. She can easily kill a Dragon with a single spell, move the Great Mountain of Jroiett without lifting a finger or remove Ertellib altogether. However, she always assumed with the great power that she had, she had to be born barren and will never have a child.

It was surprising when the servant slowly told everything to her, the fact that it was all just a deal that had been done for centuries, just to rein the fear of the first King and to protect Qye from any possibility of war, had baffled her greatly. It was all a facade, the wedding between the two families, and she feels sad for the both of them.

The Crown Prince and Lady of Qye.

Fyure sigh and stops in front of the room, previously used to be Lady Byrl’s room. She was sad that day when the guard announces to the world that Lady Byrl has rested in peace, it baffled her more when the guard chose that second to announce the wedding of the Crown Prince to Lady of Qye, and thus their union will proceed as soon as possible.

Well, she was sad for both the announcements the guard made that day.

The Death and The Wedding.

Taking a deep breath, she plasters a smile on her face and knocks on the door twice, waiting for someone or perhaps a voice to summon her inside.

"Come in," a soft voice whispered, she shivered at the sound, but chose to ignore it and pushed the door.

Just like before, everything look neat and in place, she couldn’t find any obvious change from the last time she visit this very chamber, a comfortable bed on the left side of the room with thick pile of plain blankets on top, a soft blue couch in the middle with table situated right in front of it, a small dressing table on the right side of the room just right beside a dark brownish closet with the blue frame window overlooking the biting cold forest behind the castle.

It’s still simple, just like the last time she visited, if she happens to visit for the very first time, Fyure would think the servant is pulling on her leg, knowing very much the most powerful creature in this entire world couldn’t possibly be treated like this.

One thing is different, this time Fyure eyes immediately fall upon her, the Lady of Qye.

She takes a deep breath, stunned.

She had heard the widespread rumors that said Lady of Qye beauty will surpass the previous one. Well, she knows now that it is not rumor but a fact.

Her eyes, just like Lady Byrl's, have two colors inside, fighting to dominate one another but creates a beautiful harmony, blue with a color of light red. Her white-blonde hair, somehow accentuates her face, a statement. Her pale skin complements her whole appearance.

As a clothing creator, she knows beauty when she sees one, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"So pretty,” she blurted out, looking at Elleryn in the eyes.

Elleryn who at first tried to plaster her face with no emotions, looked flustered with the first thing Fyure said, she did not expect that word, not a bit.

Deair chuckles, aware that Fyure will like Elleryn within a second, while Yoani who stands behind the couch just shakes her head at what Fyure said.

"Um... Fyure? Isn't it?" Elleryn asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Oh, Dear! Call me Fifi. I hate my full name, my mom named me after the Fyur Lake. She said she met my father while taking a shower in the middle of the lake, which is gross! I never want to be reminded of the possibilities of my father drool over my mom naked body, that's why I want to be called Fifi instead," she smiles, glitters literally come out of her beautiful gold eyes.

Elleryn chuckles but nods anyway.

She sure is bright.

Deair smile this time, aware that Elleryn has softened her tone and was much more relaxed than before. But Deair knows what to come next, one of the things Fifi must do.

“Okay, can I look at your closet now? It is my job to make sure your clothes are presentable," Fifi smiles, instantly noticing the way Elleryn smiles falter, taking in the way her face suddenly becomes tense.

"I don't think that is necessary Fifi. I am aware it is your job, but I don't want a single of my clothing to be thrown away," Elleryn stated, the cold on her voice as clear as day.

Fifi blinks, looking confused, but then she smiles in seconds, surprising Elleryn by her nod.

"If that is what you want, we can move to do the measurement then," Fifi clapped her hand and proceeded to open her briefcase. Take out Ollium -a string to measure body sizes, scissors, needles and a piece of white fabric the size of her height.

Elleryn tilts her head, questioning her words in silence.

"Even though the Queen hires me, I know what is right and wrong. If you don't want your clothes to be thrown away, I will make sure The Queen is unaware of the fact that your closet is filled with Qye's dresses. However, you have to accept the dress that I make for you and wear it in front of the Queen. That way she isn't suspicious of anything, as a fairy I know what it's like to wear what I desire," Fifi smiles, showing her sparkling white teeth.

Elleryn smiles towards her, then she nods.

Liking her immediately.

"Now stand up, I want to measure your size and spend the entire night coming up with the perfect wedding dress. I know white is essential, but my mind is screaming that you need colors for your dress and I always agree with my mind," she ushered Elleryn to stand beside her, becoming impatient by second.

Elleryn chuckles again, and then stands up, taking a step closer towards Fifi.

Perhaps it's not bad after all.

Becoming a Suttern.

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Night had fallen upon the land, cold seeping through skin while thick blanket of complete darkness gave a certain eerie feel to its surroundings, silence greeted the creatures inside the forest, as though every animal could feel it themselves, a forbidden existence which emits dark aura had taken a step inside the forest. Upon closer look, any creature will tuck their shivering tails between their two trembling legs, whimpering and staggering away from the close off meeting that night, the very enemies of werewolf.

Vampire.

Lord Valon leads this meeting, the very pure-blood vampire who has lived throughout the years and had witnessed the era of the first King until now, there are three other people within the circle, waiting for his command with utter subservient, each one willing to die for the Lord, will not hesitated to kills any creature who comes in their ways and expected to rise first to prove their loyalty to the Lord.

The silver hair Vampire smiles towards his three most loyal servants, addressing them with a proud smile, showing his perfect white teeth, his pale skin makes his presence known as his silver-white eyes glow in the dark night.

"I want one of you to capture someone for me and kill the other one," Lord Valon commanded, raising his chin. Looking down upon the three, all of them nod and bow their heads, letting The Lord continue.

The edge of his lips rose, as faint blood could be seen, eyes flickering with distinguishable excitement and expectation.

"Catch Daughter of Qye and kill the Crown Prince."