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(Page 2 of 2) Translucent by Sid Arbaon
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"Have you?" I asked, my voice flat and uninterested.
"Yes, and we wish for you to join us in the ceremony." Sir Connoir replied. I groaned inwardly. Another ceremony- how delightful.
"I'll be ready soon." I said, disgruntled. "Now leave."
With a slight chuckle, Sir Connoir said smoothly, "Yes, Milady." He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him softly.
"I can't stand that pompous jerk!" I growled when he left the room, throwing off my dress and walking to my closet.
"You should wear the green one, it brings out your eyes." Michaele said absently, staring at a magazine of a half-naked male model. I glared at him until he looked up. With a wry smile he said, "It was a joke."
"Not a very funny one," I mumbled, searching through my closet edgily. "This one, you mean?" I asked, pulling out a green and ivory dress from the closet. Michaele nodded, and I began to put it on. "Help me, would you?" I asked, looking at the strings dangling on the back of the dress.
Michaele moved from his spot and began to lace the dress. When he was done with that, he started on my hair, careful not to let the shine of it bounce into his eyes.
"This had better not be a waste of my time." I mumbled, opening my door.
"Face it, darling." Michaele said, walking behind me. "It probably will."
"Lady Antoinette." A regal voice announced into the great hall. Silence fell over the crowd as I walked through a path of parted people, ignoring the stares and the whispers, to my seat at the front.
"And presenting, the true bearer of the curse." The man began. I saw a man walk to the front, his walk strangely familiar, but an elegant mask prevented me from seeing his face.
"Your name?" I asked in a bored tone.
"I'd rather not say, Milady." He replied in a friendly tone. My eye twitched in annoyance- both at his response and his strikingly identifiable tone.
"Fine then. And you believe that you are the true bearer of my curse?" I asked, glaring at the man's covered face.
"Oh, I don't believe. I know." The man replied cockily.
"Indeed?" I asked, now beginning to be interested. "And what exactly do you think might break my curse?"
"Oh, Milady, it is rather simple." The man started walking towards me, but was stopped by my guards.
"No, let him through," I waved them away. Reluctantly, they pulled back, and the man continued his walk.
"You just needed a little push in the right direction." The man smiled crookedly and kissed my cheek. Warmth flooded me, unfamiliar, and I looked at my hands- no longer white, but a light tan.
"Who are you?" I asked, tears of gratitude welling up in my eyes.
"Ah." The man said. "No longer ill-tempered, are you, Milady?"
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