مرکت, ایمرلڈ stoore out the window and sighed. "What I wouldn't do to be free, away from all of this..." she whispered to herself. She was looking at the ocean, forest and plains that were nearby. "Milady..." مرکت, ایمرلڈ turned around swiftly. "Keith, whats wrong? آپ look like آپ haven't slept for days."Keith was human, he was also one of the messengers from a nearby palace called Millicion. "Y-yes.., its true... but آپ do not need to freet over me milady." Keith reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled paper. He read aloud,
"Dearest Emerald,
We invite آپ to our royal ball at Millicon palace at 8pm. Lords will be awating for you.
Yours truly,
King Dixion
King of Millicon"
The words ringed in her ears. "Hehe, tell the king I'll be there... but I already know whats happening." Keith raised his brow. "He wants me to marry... we all know thats not going to happen." Keith bowed, and left.
"Dearest Emerald,
We invite آپ to our royal ball at Millicon palace at 8pm. Lords will be awating for you.
Yours truly,
King Dixion
King of Millicon"
The words ringed in her ears. "Hehe, tell the king I'll be there... but I already know whats happening." Keith raised his brow. "He wants me to marry... we all know thats not going to happen." Keith bowed, and left.