Chapter 44: The Dragon, Phoenix, Sparrow

Princess Sera stood on the top floor of the Willbest Inn on the West part of the imperial capital. She watched the influx of merchants and traders entering and exiting the imperial city as her eyes scanned for a specific figure.

It was more than a day since she decided to entrap Prince Noore. But when she used her magic to pick up traces of the prince's location in the capital, she found out that he had been gone for more than a few days.

It felt as if the heavens were bent on obstructing her path. Every man she targeted either ended up disappearing or leaving the imperial capital.

Despondent, she spent her day thinking of other ways that she could use to remain in the empire rightfully with the highest status. After thinking and brainstorming for hours, her mind was not able to move past the marriage proposal.

Resigned, she slumped into her huge velvety bed, blissfully enjoying the softness that made her feel like laying on a cloud as she relaxed. It was at this moment that one of her magic spells vibrated. Startling awake with surprise, she linked into the connection she had with the magic, allowing her to instantly know which incantation the spell reacted to.

It was the alarm spell she cast to immediately receive a warning the instant Prince Noore entered the imperial city.

And here she was at the gates, patiently waiting for the man that was going to be her future husband.

Smiling, Princess Sera moved away from her position at the window, the familiar figure catching her sight.

Prince Noore entered the imperial city through the west gate, the gate reserved for the merchants and traders, as he did not want to let anyone know of his absence from the city. Moving slowly through the bustling crowd, he roughly bumped into a slender figure that appeared out of nowhere.

Stretching out his hand, he held the wrist of the falling girl, pulling her stably back on her feet.

"I am so sorry. I was suddenly pushed by someone, accidentally bumping into you. I hope Sire will not mind giving me the chance to properly apologize to you over tea." The girl's soft and pleasant voice filled his ears, causing him to lift his vision.

She had long gray hair and eyes, her oval face accentuating her features, giving her a charm of otherworldliness. Her black robe and aura, though weak, were a bit similar to Princess Qamari's mysterious vibe. Hooked, Prince Noore gently smiled as he worked his own charms.

"You do not have to apologize since the fault was not yours. However, I have just entered the city and tea does not sound too bad." He amiably added, his tone gentle, his eyes soft.

Princess Sera secretly smiled at the obvious acceptance of her invitation.

"Please, follow me, Sire. I know a good teashop in the vicinity." Nodding her head demurely, she turned and left without looking back to check whether he followed or not. She was confident that he would follow because now, he was interested in her.

Very soon, the two reached the teashop. Pushing the door, a chime resounded in the silent ambiance, as they entered. The teashop was a cozy hang-out place for the aristocrats and nobles, limiting the number of guests present a day through reservation.

"Welcome, dear guests. A table for two?" A waiter immediately strode over, leading them to a table behind a folding screen.

"Yes. Thank you." Saying, Princess Sera pulled out a chair, followed by the prince.

The two sat across from each other, giving orders for two green teas and a desert. The waiter soon left with their order.

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"I am sorry about the earlier collision. I am Princess Sera, from the Ahankar Empire. This is my first time within the Amayan Empire and entering the imperial capital, so I am still learning my way around." A tinkling laugh spread out from her red lips as she covered her mouth.

"So you are a princess from the Ahankar realm. It just so happens that I am the prince of the Amayan Empire. It is nice meeting you, your highness."

And what Prince Noore considered as a coincidental meeting carried on in a peaceful manner, relieving the two's many days of tension and anxiety. In fact, the meeting was one set up to trap him.

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In the royal mansion of the Regent Prince, Princess Nari was also in the midst of a tea session with the noble ladies of the capital, unaware of the fact that her husband was with another woman.

After many days of hard work, flattering her mother-in-law, she finally received a small amount of recognition. Given the ability to set up banquets and form connections with the noble ladies of the empire, she went all out holding tea parties as often as she could trying to integrate herself into the tight circle of the Amayan Empire's high society.

Although only two-three ladies showed up, she did not mind.

After her desired but shameful marriage and her cousin's spectacle on the wedding day, she was just happy that she was not being shunned.

"Lady Mira, you look splendid today." Princess Nari complimented the other the moment she sat, gesturing to the servants to set the table.

"Thank you, Your Highness. You do not look bad yourself." Lady Mira's eyes scrutinized Princess Nari, setting the other on edge.

The lady made no attempt to hide her disdain. Although she addressed Princess Nari as 'Your Highness', she still considered herself more superior to the supposed princess from the backwater Kingdom.

And even though Princess Nari was naïve, she was not stupid. In this period of time where she navigated through the noble ladies of the Amayan society, she learned more about human nature and duplicity than when she was the princess of the Jinn Kingdom.

She knew these ladies did not like her and even looked down on her. But whenever she thought about her lack of backing and support in such a huge empire, she gritted her teeth and endured the humiliation.

The more she interacted with the noble ladies, the clearer she felt their close relationship, causing her to feel even more alone in the vast empire.

Her brown eyes darkened with shining tears. Rapidly blinking, she forced them back, looking at the noble lady with a bright and carefree smile, seeming as if she did not mind the disrespectful scrutiny.

'If only cousin were here'...

If her cousin was here, at least she would have had her for accompany and companionship.

Bitterness filled her lonely heart, gnawed open even further by Prince Noore's absence.

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