Could this day get any worst?

{Xian's Point of View}

Earlier this morning, before the sun even rised my mother called me to discuss something important. It was quite a surprise considering that she rarely talks to me nor do we see each other at all but then again, why would she talk to me after I highly disagreed with her choice for me and my younger sister to get married even though it was our families tradition for the past generations to keep the royal bloodline pure, in other words, incest was our thing for God knows what reason, but that's not really the reason why I disagreed, you see here I'm not really into women and it's the same as my sister who prefers the same sex as her. I have a feeling that it runs in the blood, but I won't voice my opinion or preferences for the sole purpose of protecting my family's name and reputation.

I finally arrived at the throne room where my Mother sat in a large throne made of entirely gold. She wore a fiery red and gold skintight gown that hugs every curves and crevices of her whistle bait body. My Mother was a beautiful woman in her late 40's yet all that beauty in the surface will be for nothing once you've seen what kind of twisted person she really is under that mask, well here's what I can tell. My Mother is nothing but a power hungry wench that wants nothing but be the one who has control over everything, she loves to feel like she's a Goddess herself. She may look beautiful and kind on the outside, on the inside is nothing but a twisted woman, talk about creepy, don't judge a book by its cover I guess.

As I made my entrance my presence was instantly sensed by my Mother who moved her gaze towards me, a sweet smile plastering onto her always scowling face. She hurriedly got down from her thrown, her long flowing gown following her every step behind her back. I stepped back on instinct when she suddenly invaded my personal space, though my attempt was futile since she continued surging forward, once again invading my personal space just so she could wrap her arms tightly around me, cupping my cheeks and placing soft gentle kisses on both of my cheeks. The unfamiliar sweet gestures was honestly giving me diabetes, making me grimace inwardly before she pulled away, taking a few steps away from me as a sigh of relief left my lips quietly.

"My dear sweet child, it's so nice to see you" my Mother cooed, clutching both of her arms in her chest while staring at me with such love a mother can give to her own child but I knew better so I just rolled my eyes at her, moving my sight towards the large floor to ceiling windows that gives me a magnificent view to the whole kingdom from below.

"What do you want Mother?" I heard myself asking, my sight not once leaving the window.

"Xian where did your manners go?" My mother questioned, her voice strained and I can feel her eyes drilling holes on my nape. I ignored her though, hearing my mother tsked before her footsteps echoed, probably walking back to her so called Royal throne fit for no one but her.

'What a hypocrite' I thought grimly.

"I think you already know why I called you here" my Mother started making me frown curiously, finally moving my sight towards her direction.

"Well, to be complete honest with you Mother, I don't have any ideas on what you may wanted to discuss with me" I stated bluntly, watching the side of her lips twitch in irritation. She tapped her long nails on the armrest of her throne, a sly smirk suddenly appearing on her lips.

"What's so special about that Noble Consort that you keep pursuing her" my Mother stated more than a question. I wasn't surprised at all cause to tell you the truth, it was all planned by me, a way to piss my mother off for interacting with someone she thinks inferior, and to irritate my sister cause she has interest towards the Noble Lady but of course, the Noble Consort doesn't know any of my plan so I couldn't help the smile that made it's way onto my lips that I tried to hide when I remembered the time she slapped me, the way her palm collided in my face almost made me see stars, my nose even bled. Who knew a woman could have such strength, though I have a feeling that she wanted to punch me in the first place but that's even weirder so I didn't think too much about it and returned my attention back towards my mother who somehow look constipated or rather seething in rage at my ignorance. It was really hilarious seeing my mother like this but I can already sense the upcoming argument that's about to start. However, as my Mother was about to go berserk in rage, a servant suddenly entered and in an instant my Mother's face was back to being sweet and kind while I held back a scoff, nodding my head to the servant who bowed in respect upon seeing my presence. I took it as my cue to leave when they started conversing, turning my back from my mother and heading straight towards the large double doors when my Mother called me again, making me roll my eyes, facing her once more though my hands are placed at the handle of the door since I'm beginning to get irritated with my mother and this place.

"If you won't tell me, I'll just have to see it for myself" she said before waving her hand to dismiss me, making me bolt straight out of the door, grinning widely.

On my way out I saw my sister standing near the paintings, staring at a portrait of us when we were little, standing beside us are our grandparents smiling proudly. Remembering those happy days made my heart ache and on instinct my hand went to touch the ring on my finger that my grandmother gave. It was her prized possession and I had never took it off my hand since the day she handed it to me.

The time when my grandmother was the queen, she ruled the kingdom with kindness, the laws she made kept the kingdom at peace while the people was treated equally. Around that time, me and my sister were close towards each other though after our grandparents died my sister started distancing herself from not just me and our parents but other people as well. I didn't know the reason behind my sister's actions and chose to ignore her; guess it was a mistake cause years later she became cold. From then on, instead of fixing things with her, we just do what typical siblings do; fight and compete or simply irritate each other out of boredom.

I continued on my way without giving her a second glance but I heard my sister clear her throat which stopped me in my tracks, sighing deeply before facing her.

"We need to talk" was all she said, stating flatly at my face.

Looks like I'll get scolded by my 'younger' sister again. I thought, emphasizing the word younger in my head while feeling grim after just avoiding an argument with my Mother.