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Reunion	By : cyberdemon107 Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 6285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The princess of Sadida. The commanding royalty of the entire kingdom, second only to king Sheram Sharm. She was adored by countless thousands. She had wealth beyond most men’s wildest dreams. With a wave of her hand, white sand would be imported for a private beach, right in the middle of the ancient forest. And yet she was miserable.
Amalia sat in front of a large silvered mirror on a cushion shaped like a Sadida doll, combing her hair. Her sleek dark legs were crossed lazily in front of her. The signature shin guards made of broad leaves she wore for so long were replaced with chains of blue Amakna flowers, worn as ankle bracelets. The white tube top she wore was fighting an ever-escalating battle against her budding breasts. But an expression of melancholy hung on the girl’s beautiful face. Attendants fiddled in the background, folding clothes, changing sheets, tidying up her room. One stood at attention with a thick stack of documents, written on the back of large leaves. His posture bore pride and authority, but the princess hardly seemed to care, so all he could do was drone in the background, while she replied on occasion.
”Pawnbroker Hyacinth is pressing charges against soldier Stout Acorn for destruction of property.”
The princesses’ gaze was on the table, a small caricature of a Gob-ball team with a Iop, a Sadida, a Cra, an Enutrof and a boy in a blue hat.
”Ask in the neighbourhood for witnesses. If none are found, dismiss charges.”
It was so boring without the brotherhood of Tofu. Ruel took off shortly for family related matters. Yugo and Adamai went searching for information regarding the cube that they left in the kingdom’s protection. Father became very politically involved, which included being absent on negotiations and diplomatic proceedings. A lot of kingdoms were utterly terrified of the army of Crawlies that some watchmaker amassed out of nowhere, and a political backwash erupted, requiring the direct attention of King Sheram Sharm.
”The Sram Luna is on trial for underwear theft. She awaits a two week sentence, but has pleaded insanity due to kleptomania and nymphomania.”
”One week detention and set her up for counselling.” Sighed Amalia.
This was getting old, real fast. For all the attention thrown upon her, she never felt further away from all the people. Back when they were adventuring, she could mingle among the masses, secure in anonymity. Back when they were adventuring… how long ago was that? Months crawled by like a pine snail, ascending a vertical glass window. It was hard to believe that she could even miss Armand.
But he left, after Eva…
Amalia put the hairbrush back on the table, and touched the framed caricature. A deep longing filled her chest, making breathing palpably difficult. If only someone…
”…tried to see you earlier, but was denied, since appointments are strictly timed and dated. He was detained when he got uncooperative.”
”What did he look like? Who was he?”
”Just some rabble, a kid in a blue hat and orange sh-URG” he got cut off when the princess’ gentle hands lifted him off the ground by the collar of his shirt.
”WHERE IS HE!?”
”tuh-Taken to holding. He refused a search, wouldn’t even take off his hat. The first prison should be doing the processing”
”Bathroom detail for a year!”
”Of course, I will send the order myself.”
”Not him. YOU!” Amalia dropped him to the ground and slapped her hands to her face, breathing hard.
Yugo. It was Yugo.
Her Yugo
It just had to be Yugo… But what if he escaped? What if he wouldn’t return to the Sadida kingdom again, upset how his friends treated him? What if he hated Amalia for it? The risk was just not worth it. She could spare no time at all. Stairs? Absolutely not. The window? It was the highest observation platform in the palace…
Ignoring the screams of attendants, Amalia charged for the large open balcony. She tore through the flowing curtains and took a jump off the railing, full stride. The screams disappeared. The almost forgotten taste of adventure filled her lungs. The whistle of wind rose to a deafening howl, ripping her hair into torrent of green. The entire city was getting closer. The bark of the massive tree was flashing by at a mind-bending speed. Before it would be too late, Amalia clapped her hands and called to Sadida. A vine shot from the tree and into her hands. She grabbed on, arms and thighs and hung on for dear life as it swung her around the entire palace, in full view of the kingdom. There it was! The stout old oak that made the prison entrance. She let go of the vine and accelerated towards the ground. The roofs were getting closer. She could see the whites of the eyes of panicked guards. Now! Her hands thrust forward, and a huge flower popped out of the ground, before exploding into a cascade of petals, as she slammed into it.
Concerned Sadida warriors flocked to her side, as Amalia brushed fluff and dust out of her formerly tidy hair. Quickly, she was being escorted inside. Past caged criminals and delinquents. To a large holding cell. She grabbed the bars, and the roots disintegrated into blades of grass. The huddle of men in the cell came apart, to reveal a boy standing alone in the middle, on his head a blue hat with fluffy ears.
”Yugo!” She pounced on him, dropping to her knees. “Where have you been, you rascal?” She held him tight, squeezing the smiling boy to her chest.
”I’m so glad to see you, Amy!” chirped Yugo.
The Sadida princess reviewed her situation and became embarrassed at the open display of affection, especially amid a crowd of accused prisoners. Not that any would dare a thing, a detail Sadida warriors looked sternly no less than ten paces away. Whispers spread among them.
”Is he That Yugo?” Defeated Nox!” From Boufton Rouge? Is he the idiot that scored on his own…? ” …stopped the clock and the mechanical golem before it got to the tree of life!” …a real hero! Give him some respect!”
Murmurs rose to speech and gradually to cheers. As the Sadida princess exited hand-in-hand with the Eliatrope, crowds began to flock. Flowers rained and several units of mounted Cra and Sadida troops lined up for an escort. They slowly made their way through the streets, lined with cheering crowds, towards the palace.
By the order of the princess Sheram Sharm, the great hall was set for a party. Several hundred veterans, dignitaries and nobles flocked to the palace to partake in the celebration. They were heavily clothed by Sadida standards, wearing silk, furs and armour where applicable. The enormous dining hall, constructed and decorated with polished cedar, was abuzz. But amid gossip and networking, nobody noticed that the guest of honour was absent. Except Amalia. With a hushed whisper, personal guard notified her that the boy ha snuck to the kitchen. Without a word, a double took her place and Amalia slipped to the side doors.
To her surprise, she found the Eliatrope in a white apron and hairnet, just like the Sadida chef directing the kitchen. The large man’s head resembled a watermelon with two eyes sticking out, from under the net. The boy gingerly ran up to the princess, smiling his cutest smile.
”I hope you don’t mind, Amy. I’m gonna cook for you!”
The idea was definitely not something she planned. But, given the choice, she wouldn’t have it any other way. She took a seat on the counter by the wall and, kicking her feet, watched the action unfurl. Pots and pans flew into place, vegetables and spices became airborne in the young chef’s hands. New aromas filled the room, as rice boiled, vegetables simmered and meat sizzled on the grill. Several times he ran up to her, holding a spoon full of broth or vegetables, for a test-taste. She accepted every time. And in a scant half-hour, he was waiting in front of her, two plates of rice stew and grilled gobbal steak in-hand.
”Should we go back or…”
Amalia got up and took a peek through the window in the door. She turned…
”No one noticed we are gone. Let’s not remind them. Come!”
They proceeded to a curved door in the wall, by the back end of the kitchen. It unlocked to reveal a flower stalk in a hollow round shaft.
”It leads to my room. A private route for my meals”
”So, did you ever use it to sneak out?”
”Please, Yugo, I’m a princess. Only when I’m grounded” winked Amalia.
Each holding a plate, they stepped unto the flower. Amalia’s fingers snapped, producing a dim green flash and the flower began to grow. The air whistled in the darkness, as they climbed through the unlit tunnel, before finally slowing in front of a square of light. A glowing green glyph spread in the wall under the princess’ touch, and a door opened, into a large and spacious bedroom. Packs of inanimate cloth dolls populated the corners, a massive wall mirror and a bed you could use as a dance floor took up an entire wall. They pulled a cabinet (after hastily dumping everything on top unto the floor) to the balcony to use as a makeshift table, and sat near the flowing curtains. Amalia took a spoonful to her lips…
”Mmm, this is delicious, Yugo. I can’t believe I never tried your cooking.”
”Thanks. I learned a lot from my dad.”
”You know, if you want, I can give Alibert a place in the palace. That way he can…” The young Eliatrope stopped eating and went quiet. “What’s wrong?”
”I haven’t seen papa Alibert since… since we left. Adamai says the research is too important” the boy let out a sigh filled with more sadness than his small form should bear
“I don’t even know if he is still alive. Nox cursed him. I hope…”
”Oh Yugo I’m sure he will be fine” interrupted Amalia. She got up and went behind the boy, putting her arms on his shoulders. Her chin fit between the soft ears on his hat.
”When is Eva coming?”
Now it was Amalia’s turn to be quiet. She stroked his shoulders in silence, before replying :
”She’s gone.”
”What do you mean, Amy?”
”I mean she is gone. Disappeared. She spent days and weeks staring at the statue, reading it letters and stories. She was always tired. Some wondered if she was sick…” paused Amalia. “…since everyone always heard coughing from her room.”
The ears on the hat tilted down in sadness.
”She neglected duties. The Cra high command petitioned her to be replaced, but I forbade it. She was… my best friend. And then she disappeared without saying a word.”
”What happened?”
”There was a break-in at the armoury. Rubilax was stolen. A guard was frozen by an arrow, said her last words were…”
”I’m going to find him and you will not stop me”
”…Armand went after her personally, but his retinue lost him at the first zap. I don’t know what he is planning by going after her alone.”
Amalia snuck a bite off the Eliatrope’s plate. The delicious food took their mind off the situation. Then, Yugo turned around. Since she was kneeling, they were at the same eye level.
”At least I’m still here, Amy”
The words touched the young princess in a way she did not expect. That was absolutely right. Yugo was here. And he was so close… She leaned in, her breasts brushing on his shoulder and her lips silently touched his forehead.
”And don’t you dare leave me. Princess’ orders.”
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