Embarrassed

Elizabeth woke up so late in the morning since yesterday night she was all up memorizing the answers sneakily she got from the examiner of today's questions at the castle.

It was the second day of competition and the third day will be the last one and then the next day of coronation.

Today, she had to pass many assessments until the queen was found.

To hell with assessments she has to be sneaky sometimes.

Elizabeth planned to study all of her competitors and recognised their strengths and weaknesses so she can beat them all.

"Time to get to work" she geared up but looking at the sun scorching through her window, it's rays penetrating the curtains in her room, she realised that she was late. It was past dawn and she has to get up from her bed.

Hastily preparing herself, her maid combed her hair backward while trying to zip her corset in a very uncomfortable manner.

"Eliza !" everything was in a hurry when she heard a knock on her door followed by her father's voice.

"Hamlet will escort you today, he is waiting outside, hurry up !!!" as if pulled by a magnet, Elizabeth hurried outside.

Her father's voice sounded serious and intimidating, but when did she start to feel the change in her father's voice ?!

He became very annoyed since yesterday and she can't settle her mind to that. He won't escort her to the castle either, instead their butler will do.

"Hamlet" she called.

"Yes, my lady ?!"

" Where did my father go yesterday ?" she asked the butler.

" I don't know, my lady".

Even their butler didn't know where her father went yesterday and she didn't know when did he come back until she heard him this morning and disappeared again.

There might be something that was keeping him busy, she wondered.

Or is it because of yesterday but her father wasn't that someone who became grimy over small things.

The carriage came to a halt and Elizabeth got off from it. She nearly stumbled on a mud but her maid came to her rescue.

She sighed.

Is it always a bad luck on her side ??. She groaned on her misfortune and wished her father could be here to support her.

The castle today looked very grimly and unwelcome to it's visitors. The atmosphere around it spoke the same, so eerie and so dark. Or was it only her anxiety that failed to settle in her body ?!.

It wasn't time for that and she better not show it to everyone who gathered inside.

She entered the castle and met the king's face so cold and devoid of emotions. He was sitting, his legs closed while his back leaned against his chair.

He looked good in that pose, his suit was magnificent and luxurious and looked very expensive.

He is the king after all.

Luther was known for his incredible sense of style as the king of fashion as well as the king of poetry and wisdom. Every woman would melt over his attention if he decided to give one.

He adjusted his black hair backward likely intertwined his fingers with it, he looked sexy in that motion and he did that not on purpose. Everything about him screamed sexy, his voice, his body and even his smile.

Some people called him, a sexy king even though he didn't want to appear as one.

His motions, flirtatious smile and his languid grayish eyes made him stand out from all the attractive kings around the kingdoms of Asgard.

There is another one but he was second to king Luther since he was a bit older and his attitude towards women downgraded his attractiveness.

Elizabeth watched him rested his hands on his muscular thighs impatiently waiting for the courtiers to end their questions and explanations.

Her maid whispered to her ear " Watch your eyes my lady, before they popped out from looking at his majesty" she snuggled. "How can I watch them, Stella. I don't have the other eyes" They both giggled to her enthusiasm.

" Are you prepared my lady ?" her maid asked her when her turn arrived to be asked the questions.

"Yes, I am " she smiled.

Moving forward, she curtisied in front of the king and then to questioners. The king gave her a look of ' Is it you again ?!'. Ignoring him for a moment she stood before the courtiers.

The first assessment includes questions regarding history of the country, questions prepared for testing her intelligence by asking 'What will you do if ...blah blah blah happened ??'. She wasn't that smart but she managed to answer the questions confidently because behind those questions there were no true answers instead the confidence behind them was what they were seeking for.

As they wanted a woman who could stand in front of many people and dedicate a speech as a queen.

Many passed that test since many daughters of the nobles were confident in nature. But when comes to questions about history, Elizabeth had to remember the answers she read yesterday night but hesitation portrayed in her eyes.

Oh Lord, she doesn't remember anything. Did someone put a spell on her, why her mouth failed to come out with words ??.

What will she do now?!. It was the history of her country but still didn't know what to say.

Shame on her !!. She wanted to disappear or become invisible at the moment as she can't handle this shame.

The questioner repeated the question while piercing her with his eyes, waiting for an answer. Why he had to look at her like that ?!, he made her more anxious.

Elizabeth didn't dare glancing her way to the king, she felt embarrassed.

The world seemed to crumble in front of her, it felt like someone turned off the music because the room seemed to be so quiet. Only her breath could be heard in her ears.

What will she do ??.

She must prove to everyone that she was different but firstly she has to overcome her anxiety to remember the answers.