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Chapter One

Land of Tross

Center Building location

Warm temperatures, moonlight beams, and bright stars

18th floor level

Bed chamber setting of fake Empress Thea

02:02:02 (early morn)

 

 

I sat upright on top of the comfortable but unfamiliar bed mattress, scanning the unfamiliar room, narrowing my eyelashes through the darkness from the room and in-between the bright moonlights on the floor. I gasped in alarm with a soft whisper at the unfamiliar room. “Yeah, I am me, not Empress Thea, my dead sister. That was yesterday. I faced my twin sister in death. Then she died, not me. She looked exactly like me. She possessed a head of black tinted long curly head and a pair of aqua tinted eyeballs and exhibited a dark skin tone. She was tall with a set of slender body muscles like me. She told me, I am your twin sister Thea,” I wiped off the encrusted tears and dried snot from coming earlier, exhaling with uncertainty of my future.

“Inside the prison cell in the Land of Scottie, my twin sister had reached down, sliding out an object from the pocket of her black cloak next to her wicked grin, flicking the wrist bone in a circle. The object produced a shiny knife blade underneath the row of naked bulbs inside the single prison within her cupped hand. With lightning speed, her hand with the blade leaned over and then sliced a curved design into the smooth naked cheekbone on me,” I reached up and gently caressed the new scar from my loving twin sister Thea, exhaling with sadness.

“She had possessed an old scar in the color of pink tint on the bottom curve of her left cheekbone, where I do now. Thus, we both looked exactly alike. Why did she mark me like her? Is there something I am supposed to do here inside our birth land? That’s kinda hard, since I wasn’t born here. I was abandoned there in the Land of Scottie. Why was I taken from my birth lands? Can the kingdom only possess one princess? That must be the answer. Yes, that has to be the only answer. So, my twin sister Thea had sacrificed herself for me to become the new ruler of Tross. No. That doesn’t make any sense. My sister was trying to rescue and then escape with me. She wanted to live too. I could tell. I could feel it. Yeah, I felt her hidden body emotions. We are twins and sisters and the same blood. Then she encountered the rude and mean guard. Okay. She encountered the broken tiles coming from the broken ceiling that killed her healthy body,” I exhaled with depressed.

I released the face wound, feeling nervous, exhaling with worry and then slid off the bed mattress that contained the soft white tinted bed linens with a sad face. I stood upright on top the floor, reaching over, dragging off the top bed linen, wrapping the soft fabric around my naked body. I lowered my chin down onto my naked chest, exhaling with more worry, pondering the events from yesterday.

I had survived the battle fight with the unseen and unnamed members from the Land of Shamguard. I should be ashamed that I had not contributed to my own selfish well-being, but I wasn’t.

I softly whispered with determination. “I survived. They didn’t. I am here to survive. My dead twin sister found me after seventeen years of my short and hard life for me to survive something. I hope the other battle fights are done and finished and over. I can’t continue to slip by when other people die,” I closed my eyelashes and exhaled with a puff of mixed feelings, including worry, determination, sadness, fear, and relief, slightly wigging side to side with an active mind.

The location of the bed mattress in front of the clear glass window had captured all the daylight sunrays and the night time moon beams.

I lifted up and then gently slapped both palms over my closed eyelashes with a huff of annoyance while blocking out each bright ray coming from a full moon through the rear and sides glass walls.

The individual brightly tinted moonlight ray beamed down through the clear glass windows that reached up toward the ceiling, rolling over the black tinted smooth glass floor towards the end of the long corridor inside my new bed chamber.

I removed both of my hands and stared ahead, seeing an array of tiny dancing beams of moonlight with a puff of more annoyance, without staring at each beautiful art work on the side walls. I was still un-rested, tired, and exhausted both mentally and physically.

Each moonlight ray beamed down on top of the white tinted bed linens, then reflected back off the white fabric, and finally sailed back up into the glass ceiling. The technique illuminated the dark room into a semi-state of dull light which also blinded both of my retinas.

My eyeballs naturally followed the reflected light looking upward to see the high ceiling of glass and as I remembered the new set of art work pieces. The moonlight rays had illuminated a set of hidden and shimmery art work that had been painted on top of the glass ceiling. The bright beams of sunlight had disguised the set of new art work within my vision. But, again, I did not usually stare up into the ceiling for fun, either.

In front of my eyeballs, the first white shimmy ceiling portrait showed a small child.

The child was my dead twin sister Thea as a smiling one-year-old toddler standing in the middle of a white tinted background, wearing a pink tinted short dress and a pair of naked feet. The moonlight beams shifted the glittery painted particles into animated motion as the painted toddler slightly wiggled side to side like she was laughing with happiness.

I sighed with puzzlement at the gigantic likeness of my dead twin sister at the age of one years old and then wondered if I had looked the same way both happy and cute. Of course, a single photograph or portrait or painting did not exist that displayed any of my personal and private childhood memories as I had lived as a work servant within the Land of Scotta.

My eyeballs darted to the side shimmery wall, where a gigantic wall portrait of my twin sister Empress Thea stood in the same manner. She stood behind a solid white background without a single mint tinted cloud or a pink tinted skyline or a blade of blue tinted grass or a soil of green tinted dirt and smiled in a short pink tinted dress with a pair of bare feet in the middle of the painted space. The dull portrait hid a single lavatory.

I turned with a sigh to face the opposite side wall.

A hidden wardrobe closet that didn’t contain any additional work or play or dance or sleep clothes stood behind this painted wall. The painted wall displayed a red tinted wagon and a sitting and smiling two-year-old twin sister Empress Thea in a coral colored short dress and a pair of naked feet as the wagon stood alone in the middle of the glittery painted space. The upper and lower portion of the portrait contained white tinted paint without any other objects that did not shine from the moonlight.

I flipped back with a puzzled brow to see the side wall portrait that matched the ceiling painting in both color and style with a soft whisper. “I remembered that the ceiling and the side wall portrait matched for some reason, last night. I guess the court princes and princesses liked to paint themselves on the walls for fun and vanity and selfishness while the patch of poor peasants on Scotta liked to draw circles in the dirt for pretend plates of food.”

I returned back to examine the ceiling portrait. On the ceiling portrait, in the crook of Thea’s right elbow, there was tiny ball of golden tint. The golden ball was a curled up tiny furry kitten.

I burst into tears of sadness. The golden tinted mature adult cat had been with my dear dead twin sister for seventeen long years, before her crazy servant Tofur had reacted and then violently murdered the helpless mammal with his insane mental thought of an animal spy.

There was no such thing as an animal spy.

I wiped off the wet tears with a deep sigh and then shouted out loud. “You saw this last night. Don’t cry and sob and wail again! You need to figure out why you are here and why my twin sister is not,” I exhaled with confusion. “I need to meet my biological parents. I need to hear their really sad story.” I covered my wet swollen and sad face and then sobbed with worry, concern, sadness, angry, frustration, annoyance and other teenly emotions that I could not readily identify.

I flipped up my face, feeling the heat from my hot tears, wiping off the wetness and exhaled with bravery of my new life. I wanted to stay inside the warm bed and cry about my old life, the loss of my twin sister, and the future upcoming new adventure, maybe a future marriage, without her presence, until my old age. This was my destiny here in the Land of Tross.

Then my teenly emotions flopped the other way and as I sneered.

I greatly desired to meet my birth parents for the first time which created millions of questions inside my active mind.

I slowly shuffled ahead inside the wrapped bed linen while dragging the tail end on the soft fabric over the dirty floor, following the numerous rays of the bright moonlight. The set of rays illuminated the floor, then bounced upward, and finally reflected off the ceiling tiles that glittered from the black paint, displaying a new piece of art work.

I halted with a gasp and stared up into the black painted ceiling with both mystery and intrigue.

The second piece of art work featured a white shimmery background inside the black painted ceiling.

The row of actual ceiling tiles had been painted in black hue. On top of each black tiles, a long and wide square has been outlined in white shimmery paint. Within the white shimmery outline, a new individual art piece had been painted with an individual figure, where the entire portrait glittered from the nighttime rays of dull and soft moonlight beams, not the bright sunlight rays of the morning.

This design was very clever by the painter.

The new individual portrait displayed a white tinted and shimmy background without a single mint tinted cloud or a pink tinted skyline or a blade of blue tinted grass or a soil of green tinted dirt with an upright standing young toddler also. The toddler was my dead sister Thea, of course. She wore a bright smile and a head of long black tinted curls around both of her cheekbones, displaying a short purple tinted sundress and a pair of naked feet. She stood in the middle of the portrait, lifting the right foot upward in the air. Both of her arms were expanded and then stationary in the air beside her collar bone, even with the floor.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones.

Either arm displayed the rest of the body or a face.

 

I whispered for my eardrums only. “Tofur told me. Thea was a silent person, sometimes. Then she was a violent person, sometimes. Then, she was a nice person, sometimes. Then, she was a nasty person, sometimes. Now, I can very clearly see here. Thea was also a vain person, all the time. Her entire room including each wall and the ceiling is covered in individual shimmery portraits of her selfie. I wonder if the entire floor tiles hold some type of picture that is only seen during a full moon or some other weird weather event, like a tornado or an earthquake.”

I moved ahead with a sigh of annoyance and then halted with a gasp and as I continued to stare into the black ceiling, seeing at the third piece of painted art work.

The white background shimmered in the dull moonlight. My dead twin sister stood beside a low table in the color of pink tinted wood without holding onto the smooth edge, wearing a short yellow tinted sundress with a pair of naked feet. She smiled for the painter, wearing her black curls around each earlobe.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I stumbled ahead with confusion and still wore the wrapped bed linen, stopping and stared at the ceiling at the fourth piece of art work.

The white background shimmered in the dull moonlight. My dead twin sister stood beside a low table in the color of pink tinted wood without holding onto the smooth edge, wearing a short yellow tinted sundress with a pair of naked feet. She smiled for the painter, wearing her black curls around each earlobe.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I slowly struggled ahead in the wrapped bed linen and then halted with a gasp. “Each ceiling drawings is a visual depiction of my twin sister which represents each month of her birth, such like, eleven months old and ten months old,” I leaned down and grabbed the tail end of the bed linen, standing upright, rolling the fabric through both of my arms. I slowly back stepped to the first piece of art work that had been crafted in glittering colors on top of the ceiling.

In front of my eyeballs, the first white shimmy ceiling portrait showed a small child.

The child was my dead twin sister Thea as a smiling one-year-old toddler standing in the middle of a white tinted background, wearing a pink tinted short dress and a pair of naked feet, cuddling the golden tinted sleepy kitten in the crook of her arm.

I whispered for my eardrums only. “My twin sister is a one-year-old toddler here inside the shimmy picture. A one-year-old toddler is independent and mobile, moving or running around each furniture piece. Well, sometimes, a one-year-old toddler will climb up and then stand on each furniture piece. I remembered a long time ago. One of the children within the noble family stood on top of the dining room table, yelling out loud and waving both arms in the air for his mother. His mother was too busy talking with her social friends. The one-year-old child jumped into the air, coming off the dining room table surface and then landed in my arms. Well, the toddler landed on top of me as I slid over the floor and caught the child. So, my sister is showing off her princess independent and toddler mobility also at the age of one years old or twelve months. So, there must be eleven more portraits of my sister up there on the ceiling that leads all the way back toward the glass elevator door. This is a fantastic presentation of her infant childhood. Maybe, that’s why she painted them, so I could see that her infant features are exactly like mine,”

I produced an ugly yawn without covering my mouth and slowly moved ahead, stopping at the second shimmery portrait, restudying the art work.

The new individual portrait displayed a white tinted and shimmy background without a single mint tinted cloud or a pink tinted skyline or a blade of blue tinted grass or a soil of green tinted dirt with an upright standing young toddler also. The toddler was my dead sister Thea, of course. She wore a bright smile and a head of long black tinted curls around both of her cheekbones, displaying a short purple tinted sundress and a pair of naked feet. She stood in the middle of the portrait, lifting the right foot upward in the air. Both of her arms were expanded and then stationary in the air beside her collar bone, even with the floor.

I gasped in shock. “Thea is walking as a toddler. A toddler will learn to walk around eleven months old or twelve months old. So, she must be eleven months old. She was walking at eleven months old. And I see it now. I can’t believe that I missed it. That…that arm coming from the edge of the portrait belongs to one of my biological parents. Well, I can’t believe it. I do possess a set of parents here in the Land of Tross that exhibits the same dark skin, like me. Listening to Tofur! He would disagree and he doesn’t want me to meet my parents. Why is that? I must inquire with his reasoning tomorrow. Yes, I must do that. Maybe, one of the ceiling art works shows the face of my parents. Do you look like my mother or my father? I’m so excited. And my dead twin sister is eleven months old and started walking around the house. My dead sister started walking at eleven months old. Did I walk upright at eleven months old? I don’t know. No one knows. I could ask the older nanny at my old employer, but she might be dead now. It does not matter. My dead sister and I are a set of twins. So, if she started walking at eleven months, then I did also.”

I shuffled ahead with a smile and then halted, restudying the third art work on the ceiling.

The white background shimmered in the dull moonlight. My dead twin sister stood beside a low table in the color of pink tinted wood without holding onto the smooth edge, wearing a short yellow tinted sundress with a pair of naked feet. She smiled for the painter, wearing her black curls around each earlobe.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I smiled. “Thea is ten months old here. I guess I looked just like that as a ten-month-old toddler also. This is kinda like reliving my own toddler days through a series of life-sized pictures. This is so nice for me to recall my own childhood. Thea is standing upright without the aid of a motherly hand. A ten-month-old toddler can stand alone without assistance from her or his parents. I should know. I’ve been babysitting a room of children, since I was eight years old while serving as a live-in and permanent house servant. I lived with a same noble family that enjoyed children and produced a ton of kids. Yeah, Thea is ten months old here. So, the next shimmery piece of art work represents her nine months old royal birth.”

I shuffled again with a smile and restudied the second art piece.

The background was shimmy white. My dead twin sister Thea sat in the middle of the portrait inside a baby high chair with a matching tray of pink tinted wood, eating a piece of green fruit with one hand, a bright smile of two teeth, and a head of black curls around each one of her ear tips.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

She wore an aqua tinted short dress with a red tinted baby bid that held a golden tiara as the symbol of her status here in the Land of Tross. Her dark tinted legs were straddled down inside the high child. One leg had been posed as a flying kick in the air with a naked foot.

I bounced up and down on top of the floor with excitement as my hands continued to hold the bed linen around my naked body. “I missed it the first time but not the second time. My parents are painted in here. No wonder, my dead sister didn’t see them at each mealtime. They are right here in my private bedroom to view all the time. I mean, my parents are the ruler of the kingdom and must be very, very busy. Now, I understand each beautiful but strange pieces of art work on top of a black tinted ceiling, which is not seen during the sunlight but glitters during the nighttime moon rays. My dead sister had those art pieces painted for me to remember that we are twins and that we did the same thing at the same time. I’m so sad. My dead sister was very nice and thoughtful regarding me, even thou, I didn’t know of her existence. I wonder how she found it about me. I must inquire from Tofur or another new source here within the building. Maybe, Tofur’s mother can direct my query to another person in secret. I met her last night. She seemed to be nice and she was nice to me. I must do that before I approach my parents for the first time. My parents might have an individual heart attack, if they discover me first without finding out that my twin sister is dead. And my twin sister is nine months old in that portrait. A toddler at nine months old can hold onto a piece of food and then shove it into the open mouth while making a mess on her face, the eating tray, and the floor. I know that too. I had to feed each toddler and then clean both ends of each toddler’s naked body during their bath time. Then I had to clean up the food mess on the floor and each baby’s high chair. Yeah, that was the good old days!”

I slowly moved ahead with a grin and then halted, staring at the fifth art work.

The background was shimmy white again that nicely gathered and then reflected each moonlight beam illuminating the portrait.

My dead twin sister Thea sat in the middle of the portrait on the top of the floor in a pale blue dress with a pair of naked feet, holding a tiny baby mallet in bright green hue, banging on top of a toy drum in the color of bright orange, wearing a smile. Her curls were short and plastered down on top of her head.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I whispered for my eardrums only. “Thea is eight months old here, griping an object firmly in one hand and banging on the toy drum, probably with lot of noise. An eight-month-old baby can crawl, cruise, and experiment within its environment including play toys and each furniture leg on the dining room table and the chairs. I remembered each child that I had to babysit within the noble family. Each child liked to sit upright and slam a mallet into all types of objects, including my naked feet. But it didn’t really hurt me.”

I slowly shuffled ahead with a smile and then halted, staring at the sixth art work. I could see more shimmy outlines ahead of my person but I didn’t want to spoil the next set of surprises.

This portrait displayed the same shimmy white background that was nicely illuminating by the moonlight rays.

My dead twin sister Thea rested on top of her stomach in the middle of the portrait in a short red dress with a pair of naked feet, reaching out for a toy. The toy was a small black tinted mouse with a long gray tail. Her mouth was open like she was laughing at the toy and her head of black tight curls was short.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I whispered for my eardrums only. “Thea is seven months old in this picture. She is crawling on the floor and sees the object that she wants to touch. Then she reaches for the object. This is great exercise to develop her eye and her hand coordination. A seven-month-old baby likes to crawl over the floor but usually slithers over the floor when their eyeballs meet the desired object, which is usually a toy. But sometimes, the toddler enjoys reaching for that single dirty shoe that has also been placed on top of the floor, instead of the pretty toy just to feel the different texture. I had to clear out the playroom storing dirty pairs of shoes and other dirty items that a baby could touch and then place inside the mouth with a tiny baby hand.”

I slowly struggled ahead wrapped in the tight bed linen and then halted, staring with a smile up at the eighth ceiling.

This portrait displayed the same shimmy white background and displayed my dead twin sister Thea.

She rested on top of her fanny displaying a short dress in peach hue, extending both arms in the air with a pair of bare feet while wearing a bright smile. She showed off the first two small white tinted enamel teeth on her bottom row of her mouth.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I whispered for my eardrums only. “Thea is six months old here. She has a set of two bottom tooth which is used to bite your hand, if not careful, and to eat solid pieces of food, such like, fruit and soft vegetables. I bet that I started eating at the age of six months old also. Now, I enjoy eating all the time.”

I slowly moved ahead with a smile and then halted, staring at the ninth portrait on the ceiling.

The ceiling portrait displayed the same shimmy white background that was nicely illuminated by the moonlight rays.

My dead twin sister Thea rested on top of her fanny displaying a short dress in bright blue hue, extending both arms down on the floor and wore a pair of bare feet, without a mouth of teeth in her sweet smile.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I whispered for my eardrums only, “Awe! So cute! I was cute like that too. Thea is five months old in this picture. She is propping her body upright and sitting on top of her diaper. Awe! She looks so cute and sweet! I bet that I was cute and sweet also. A baby at this age is nice and not mobile. I remembered that I could move around the baby without worrying about the infant getting into trouble.”

I slowly scooted ahead with a giggle and then halted, staring at the ninth portrait.
The ceiling portrait displayed the same shimmy white background which was nicely illuminated by numerous beams of moonlight rays.

My dead twin sister Thea rested on top of her back spine displaying a very short shirt in bright lavender hue, curling both arms underneath her armpits and wore a pair of bare feet, without a mouth of teeth in her sweet smile. Her black curls hair appeared as tiny curls on the top of her skull. Her dark skin glows from baby newness.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I whispered for my eardrums only. “This picture is so sweet. Thea is three months old here. She is learning to roll over from her stomach to her back spine and then vice versa, both a baby fun activity and a new baby development. So, she developed like a normal infant. I guess that I had exhibited the same traits. I only wished that someone could tell me about my childhood also.”

I slowly struggled ahead while dragging some of the long tail end on the dirty bed linen behind my feet and then halted, staring up at the tenth portrait.

The ceiling portrait displayed the same shimmy white background which was nicely illuminated by numerous beams of moonlight rays.

My dead twin sister Thea rested on top of her back spine again displaying a very short shirt in bright blue hue, reaching up with an arm and wore a pair of bare feet, without a mouth of teeth in her sweet smile. Her black curls hair appeared as tiny curls on the top of her skull. Her dark skin glows from baby newness.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I whispered for my eardrums only. “This is so precious. Thea is two months old. At two months old, a baby rest on a back spine and then stretches out to reach an interesting object, which is usually the bottle or a soft noisy rattle. If you shake the noisy rattle, the baby will produce a toothless smile or a worried cry or a soft coo or a wet diaper or simply watch the action with a stern face. At two months old, the baby will learn to smile, where each corner on the mouth swings upward. A smile is so precious on a baby. I smiled also at two months old. I wonder who enjoyed my smile, thou.”

I slowly moved ahead and then tugged on the loose tail end, stopping and stood, staring up at the eleventh portrait.

The ceiling portrait displayed the same shimmy white background which was nicely illuminated by numerous beams of moonlight rays.

My dead twin sister Thea rested on top of her back spine again displaying a very short shirt in bright blue hue, reaching up with an arm and wore a pair of bare feet, without a mouth of teeth in her sweet smile. Her black curls hair appeared as tiny curls on the top of her skull. Her dark skin glows from baby newness.

An individual dark skinned arm reached out from each side of the picture and held a royal scepter, where the tip of the scepter gently touched each one of her collar bones without showing the rest of the body or a face.

I whispered for my eardrums only, “Awe! This portrait is so cute and tiny. Thea is one month old. She lies on her back spine, kicking both of her naked legs into air, wearing only a pink tinted diaper. She has a pair of matching pink tinted booties on each naked foot. She is so cute. And she is having fun and wears a big baby grin. Or maybe, it is gas from her tiny tummy.”

I slowly moved ahead and reached the end of hallway, looking up at the last painted mural on top of the ceiling.

The ceiling portrait displayed the same shimmy white background which was nicely illuminated by numerous beams of moonlight rays.

 

My dead twin sister Thea had been a couple of hours old as a royal newborn infant. She rested on her back spine on top of a white bed linen sheet and was covered in a pink tinted blanket, sleeping inside a tiny white tinted baby crib with an outline of a shimmery golden tinted tiara on front of the white tinted head board. Both of her tiny arms and legs were bounded in soft pink as she was safe and secure for the night.

I whispered for my eardrums with a puzzled brow, “Awe! Thea is a few hours old on the day of her birth. Her skin is still dull pink from the birth womb. Did I possess a crib as a baby too? Was I wrapped in a pink blanket as a newborn baby also? Of course, I don’t remember. Of course, there aren’t any colorful glossy pictures of me as a newborn baby slave. Why did my biological parent give me up as a newborn infant here in the Land of Tross? Was I born first or last of the twin pair? Where am I at this moment? Did my parents give me away to the noble family right after the birth? There is only baby inside the tiny crib. And that baby is not me. I don’t know any of these answers,” I sneered with vengeance. “But I will find out all of my answers. I’m staying right here to fight and then find out all the truth and the lies. I wanna meet my biological parents and confront them with those questions and hear those answers also. Yeah,” I yawned ugly and then rubbed both my eyelids, saying softly. “Yeah, I wanna know the answers, too. I slowly spun around and faced the long hallway in the middle of the early morning with another ugly yawn.

I felt drained both mentally and physically again. I didn’t want to truck down the long hallway back into the cold bed sheets. I slowly dropped down, landing on both kneecaps inside the soft bed linens with another ugly yawn of exhaustion, stretching over the cool floor with softly sobbing with tears of sadness.

 

 

07:07:07 (early morn)

 

 

The elevator door slid open.

Inside the carriage, a tall and skinny seventeen-year-old young male stood in place, holding a tray of steaming food items, wearing a naked chest of dark tone, a tan colored turban over a bald mound, a pair of dull tinted tan colored sandals, and a pair of matching loose-fitting matching knee-length trousers. He gasped in worry, spotting the curled up female on top of the black tinted floor.

Tofur rushed ahead, sliding over the smooth dark tile while holding the covered food tray in both hands and then gently collided into the ground body of Thea. He stared at her with worry, watching her face, gently dropping the food tray down beside Thea on top of the floor.

Her chest was moving up and in a breathing motion. She was sleeping quietly on top of the floor, not inside the bed.

He looked up with worry and then scanned the private chamber of Thea, without seeing any disturbance, which was normal.

No other person could enter into her chamber. The elevator control system only worked on DNA genes that triggered the opening of each private entranceway.

Tofur was the personal servant for Empress Thea. Thus he only had access into her private chamber at any time of day or night through his personal sweat molecules on the glass elevator. He would leave Thea each night and then return back home, retiring to his personal bed chamber with his biological family.

On top of the black tinted floor, beside a slumbering Thea, he finished scanning the enclosed hallway and felt satisfaction that no one had removed a slumbering Thea from her private bed while feeling concern for the fake empress.

The real Empress Thea had been raised in the royal family and quickly learned her royal duties, fighting in each new battle arena for both the land and people properties. Empress Thea had executed each battle fight with ease, grace, and success. Thus, she had been admired by the current adult and teen court kings, queens, princes, and princesses of each homeland.


AUTHOR Q&A

About me

Hello... I am a programmer by day and a writer by night.

Q. Where did the idea for this book come from?
A.
I like to read about royalty.
Q. Why do you write?
A.
For fun and entertainment.
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Painted it for fun and more entertainment!

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