Rona
My dress trailed behind me as I made my way to the buffet table.
I felt The Progenitor's - Kethan's eyes on me as soon as I left his side.
The five feet rule. Too bad, I needed to have a taste of whatever was on this buffet table.
I cut a piece of velvet cake, turns out the food wasn't as different as I thought it would be.
Twirling the cake around with my fork, I finally took a bite.
My eyes widened- What was this taste!
A low moan left my lips before I could stop myself. This was just too delicious! Like the rainbow exploded on my tongue.
I eyed the table, taking another large piece. What was that about our food being identical? The were realms apart.
In over twenty years of eating gourmet dishes. I had never tasted anything like the ones spread out in front of me.
"How uncultured." I heard a haughty chuckle behind me.
I turned around, plate in hand, fork pointing at the sudden intruder. It was the woman from earlier, her smile lines was still as prominent as ever.
Kethan's word re-echoed in my head from earlier. "Don't bow down to anyone. You're with me."
My eyes narrowed, I was with a primordial god. I didn't need to fear her and if I had learnt anything from what Madelaine and Madeira said.
Immortals couldn't use their powers at the banquet.
"And who might you be?" I asked, savouring the taste at the tip of my tongue.
"What an impudent mortal." She flicked her fan over her face. "How dare you talk back at me."
I raised a brow, "You spoke to me first. It was only fair I replied."
Her face burnt with righteous indignation as she stared down at me. "Who would've thought that he would bring this thing to an immortal feast."
A figure darted from behind her. "Mother, that's enough.You've got to stop embarrassing me."
I laid my plate on the table, hiding my brisk smile as I turned to the both of them.
"Why don't you ask him?" My lips curled in a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes as I pointed at the Progenitor behind her. "He's right behind you."
Her face paled as his eyes met hers. "Th.. There's no need."
Her daughter, tugged at her arm rather forcefully. "Mother, you've done enough. It's time for you to lay off the drinks."
She turned towards me, her red hair caught the light like flames of fire. "I believe this is the part where I apologise on her behalf?"
I leaned against one of the pillars to catch my breath. From her flaming red hair to her bright, golden eyes. It was a combination that made me pause to catch my breath.
Still she had an uncanny resemblance to someone I'd met earlier.
"Let's skip that part." I replied, taking a slow sip for wine. "You wouldn't be too keen on apologising to a mortal."
Her lips curled in a smirk. I couldn't ignore it any longer, she looked exactly like...
"That's a relief." She picked up a glass from the table. "I suppose I should take my leave now. before mother dear gets in any more trouble."
"Wait-" She stopped in her tracks, inclining her head towards me.
"Yes?" She responded with half lidded eyes.
"Are you related to a certain drunk lord?" I peered in her direction. "One that happens to have three elves wrapped around him."
A low chuckle broke through her lips, "That's certainly a way to describe Morvane."
"You know him?"
"Who doesn't?" She fully turned to me. "He's my cousin, half-cousin."
"It explains the red hair." I grinned. "It looks beautiful by the way."
Her eyes seemed to twinkle at the compliment.
"I'm Rona." I clinked my glass with hers, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, my fine lady."
"It seems you've learnt a thing or two from my brother."
"Trust me." I took a long sip from my glass. "I have."
My gaze flickered back to Morvane, he seemed preoccupied with the elf currently sprawled across his lap like a cat.
"That's one way to enjoy a banquet." Her gaze followed mine, as another elf kissed him with a grape in he mouth.
"It certainly is." Even from across the room, he found my gaze.
His smirk widened as he patted the space behind him.
I turned my head away but she seemed to notice everything. "Some things never change."
"For the record," She took a step back, her eyes twinkling like it held a million secrets. "That's the first time I've seen him dance."
I tried calling out to her, but she faded into the distance. Crowds of immortals parted as soon as she drew near.
She was more than she let on. From the way she spoke, she wasn't just an ordinary immortal.
"Doesn't matter, I probably won't be seeing much of her again." I reassured myself.
The table called to me as I picked my plate, placing a new dessert on it.
I could still feel the murmurs around me as I took another bite.
They didn't even bother to be discreet. Immortals were cultured enough to not gossip about you behind your back.
I took a deep breath, this was something I had already grown used to.
The voices,
The disappointment,
The hushed whispers.
I blocked it out. Everything.
Just one more day and we'll be down with all this.
Yes. Apparently, a couple hours wasn't enough for a banquet, so the fates decided it would last for an additional day.
I peeked at Kethan, he was still mid conversation with a man.
He was a general, and he wasn't trying to hide it with a sword strapped around his waist.
I believe his name was Tamil. It suited him, like he walked straight out of the set of a historical movie.
I was just about to take another bite when the music dimmed.
The entire hall fell silent. No sound, no murmurs. Nothing.
I paused, eyes raking through the crowd,
What was happening?