Grace Of The Goddess

Being in The Queen’s court was a bit like being inside a castle placed on top of the cloud. The ceiling disappearing up into gloom, the tapestries hung on the walls. As he walked into the vast hallway, clouds sailed as in a wind-charged buoyant sea. Each of them carrying the white-purple poetry of the setting sun, the comfort of the mountain peaks and sweetness of childhood dreams. Luan ran his hands over the cloud and it went straight into it.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Said a voice behind his back. It was William. He was no longer wearing the doublet with heavy brocade fabric he had been wearing the day before. This time he wore pair of black trousers and a white linen with ribbons. His grey eyes look greyer than ever.

“Your highness, may the grace of our lord be with you.” Luan said and curt a low bow.

At that, William let out a whoop of laughter. “Don’t be so formal with me, Lord of the Selene.” Said William, and walked closer to Luan. “Are you going to the dining hall?”