Chapter 18: Tea Party
For a tea party, surrounded by sweets and pretty stuff in the middle of a glass garden.l, this is quite the sight.
It didn't even take me that much effort to see their true colors. All those negative emotions...negative power!
I tried to brush off the temptation of power and focused my attention on the princess.
The Bartfort family is one of the founding family and is the wielder of The Blaze Sword Aura. Leaders of the Dragon knights and the second sword of The empire next to Evanson...
The garden fell in silence for solid thirty seconds.
So she's trying to humiliate Evanson? Wow...I don't give a crap but nice try. Here is your reward for trying to humiliate me.
Whispers between the ladies made the bewildered expression on the princess face go even darker.
I smiled at her, the same kind of smile she gave me earlier.
In other words "Don't get full of yourself just because you got a pair of tea pots and tea cups. What binds you to that oh so great man is nothing but a sheet of paper" much like your brother and me....for now.
And before she could even react, I changed the subject again.
After that the princess didn't dream of picking another fight with me and the tea party was over.
Ladies went one after the other after giving their respect to the princess and when my turn came Priscilla grabbed me by the wrist and pasted on a fake freindky smile then said in a loud clear voice for everyone to hear
What the hell is she planning on doing again...
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I remained seated as I watched the princess bid safe journeys to the guests.
She then sat on the opposite side of the table before waving her hand in motion for the servants.
In the span of moments the table was cleared and a new tea set and gourmets orned the table cloth.
The princess took a sip of the tea and bite from a fruit tart, but I remained still.
I simply stared straight at her face and waited for her to speak.
Wow...Look at her go. She just called me "Fat" and that I only have my good looks. And the white dress she's talking about is defenitly not a wedding dress.
Nice try but that won't work on me
She asked bewildered
Translation "Your a princess, but who cares? Behind your fancy palace and extravagant life style you are nothing"
Enraged she stood abruptly kicking off her chair before hitting the table in a loud bang with both her hands.
The tea cup rolled and the sweet's tower tipped over crashing onto the paved ground.
The Servants, worried, approached their princess but instead of listening to them she shouted at the top of her lungs
The Servants scurried away terrified of their master's wrath as I giggled behind a gloved hand.
Oh she's angry~ but not enough. I need her to lose her mind, to toss every straw and run wild!
Only then will she become useful to me as she helplessly falls right into my playground.
Come on princess, don't disappoint me. Turn into what I want you to become!
I laughed
A cold vicious whisper imbued with psychic power was all it took to fuel her emotions and have her snap.
Enraged the entirety of the garden house reacted to the aura she radiated.
The glass walls of the Garden house cracked and exploded as every plant inside the glass house grew rampant.
The scenery was fabulous, that of nature reclaiming it's lands!
Every member of the Solis Royal family is blessed with "Sol". A magic that is on par with Evanson's winter and the closest thing to goddess Solaria's divine light.
Priscilla is of course not an exception, and she too was blessed with the royal magic.
But despite that she had an incredible inferiority complex towards her brother.
As a princess, no matter how much she tried to please the emperor she would never have the throne to herself. She will always be father's little girl whom she dotes on and adore even though he sold her away in a political marriage.
All I did was poke right where it hurt, stirring up her inner complexes and fueling her rage with my psychic power.
To turn The Royal princess magic into something dark.
To make Priscilla a WITCH!