Held Memories [Royalty of Caedere]

[Mieux~]

In the vast depths of the castle, those saved for the dearest attendants and the royal family sat the Queen. The lovely elder was taking a day, it was one of the few she took each year for herself and planned for nothing requiring contact on purpose. So far her vacation had gone quite smoothly, other than a brief stint of assistance in interior decorating in the front room. It was being redone since a great ball was coming to honor her two eldest children. Cecelia was required to make many public appearances since they were hoping for suitors to start appearing out of the woodwork.

The king had abandoned her for a long hunting trip away with colleagues and left his Queen feeling quite alone. In order to clear her mind and become inspired, she took to pacing about her bed chambers. It had become surprisingly messy and there was almost nothing she enjoyed more than organizing. The Queen requested no servants or attendants of any kind to attend to the bedchamber section of the castle, meaning all of the children would be without them as well. It was one of the Queen's more strategic ways of getting her children to come to her. If Claire was home she would often sleep until noon and make her way around. If Cecelia woke up too late she might dash into the King and Queen's bedchamber, realizing the lack of assistance and employ her mother's help. This was one of the few things that beat an organization schedule.

Her son's made their way through different agendas dependent upon when the vacation day fell upon their calendars. It almost made Belphoebe wish they were more high maintenance. As her organization completed its round, she took to being more compulsive in her impatience. It was nearing the time when Cecelia would arrive, but she had hoped at least Darius would have met up with her by now. Would a little visitation really hurt that much? She hated to seek them out because it always meant a long interruption in her vacation.

Bel moved to the tall bookshelf that sat untouched, but never dusty in the far side of their apartment. Most of the books she hadn't read were out of reach and often not worth her time, but in an attempt to make a new assortment to the collection, she noticed a large hard-bound book that was part of a threesome. She removed them, and carried them to her bed in an slow trace. The Queen knew these gold trimmed pages well. They held photographs of herself, her love, her children, and most importantly, her memories.

She flipped through the pages, one at a time as tears slowly streamed down her cheeks. The great celebration of Darius's birth, with photos of her parents and the King. Then ones of Cecelia in the dresses that were only half in her size and the other half appearing to be built for a teenager. Belphoebe often assumed it was these dresses that began Cece's princess-like mannerisms. Then of course the whole second book had been filled with photos of Darius pulling Claire from the dirt and the children learning of magic and frogs. These things seemed to go on and on. She was in her own little world..

[Falz]

BANG!

The small explosion came from Isaiah's room. Black smoke could be seen creeping through the cracks of the door. Suddenly, the door slammed open and an oil-covered Isaiah stumbled out, coughing violently as he fell to his hands and knees. The cause of this explosion was from a malfunctioning gadget. Isaiah was practicing creating a clockwork canine when it malfunctioned and exploded. The only thing Isaiah learned from this experience was not to let it explode again.

Finally, the coughing ceased. Breathing heavily, Isaiah stood back up in time for guards to come running towards the scene. Isaiah waved a hand at them, as if to say everything was alright. He turned to go to the bathroom, in order to wash his hands and face. While he left, the guards turned to the door and looked inside, trying to determine what had caused the explosion.

Minutes later, Isaiah emerged from the bathroom, with a clean face and hands, but dirty clothes. He had more clothes, but the explosion made them dirty aswell. And Isaiah didn't really communicate with the servants much, so he decided to ask his mother if she had any idea where he could locate any clothes. As he neared his mother's room, he looked down at the door handle. It had a more fancy decoration surrounding it than his door handle did. That may be because she was the queen, but Isaiah didn't dwell on that thought. He held onto the handle and opened the door. As he entered, he spoke out.

"Mother, do you-"

Isaiah stopped speaking as he noticed his mother sitting on her bed, with tears running down her cheeks. He quietly closed the door and approached his mother. Looking down at the books, the prince knew exactly why his mother had tears running down her face. Since the king was out quite a lot, his mother usually confined herself into these books, as though to relive the times when he was around more often. Isaiah's monkey tail twitched as he spoke out again, with a soft voice.

"I'm sure he'll grow out of this phase, mom..."

[Mieux~]

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The Queen trembled softly and took in a shuddered breath, her form awakening as she felt the presence of her son beside her. Her insides clenched as she looked up and saw his eyes that were so like his father's. Determined yet filled with sympathy at his mother's life. Bel was fairly disappointed in herself for keeping her children in the dark about the time of her life before they were born. They knew enough to keep them informed on their kingdom's history but none really knew details unless they had sought them outside of the castle.

Her voice was more feeble than she had expected it to be as she replied to her son, "H-he will son.." Her gaze fell back to the book below her and she wiped a tear from a photo of the King holding a small, smiling Claire in his arms. She swallowed hard, trying to overcome the pit in her chest. "He is not the only one who must pass through a phase, Isaiah," she said with more stability. After a moment she seemed to realize something and her glossy eyes widened softly and glanced to her youngest child.

"My goodness Isaiah! It seems you've been very productive today," she said lifting the tone of their meeting as a clever grin formed across her lips. Her hand reluctantly moved to the cover of the book in her lap and snapped it shut. After gently placing the antique photo-book upon it's partners, she turned back to her son and set her fingers through his thick, auburn hair readjusting it as she always had when he was a child. "Isyour new project secretive even to your mother? You know I am always interested in your work," she continued with a growing smile,"Come lets find you some new clothes and you can show me yes?"

She stood and floated to the door, her own tresses trailed behind her. The Queen trekked down the hallway that connected all of her children's rooms and reached the far end. A pair of extended double doors stood before her trimmed in golden spirals and gears. A pouch at her side held one of three keys that opened this door, and it was swiftly removed and placed into the slot it was made for. Moments later, the gears shifted and released the barrier to admit the pair. Bel glanced back, being sure her son was beside her and beckoned him to follow.

Inside were long rows of miscellaneous objects and many magically and mechanically protected shelves of royal treasures. The hallway seemed to double at the opening of these doors and this closet held its own doors leading to rooms labeled with the names of the children or things they held. The Queen paced past all of this to a doorway that read "Darius". Another key, this one resembling the style of her eldest son's midnight blue doorway was slipped into the lock and a large walk in closet opened to clothes that hadn't seen the light of day in quite a while. "I think your old enough now you should fit into a few of these clothes," she mentioned briefly, peering back at her son. The room was more of a historical vault than anything, holding pieces from throughout the heir's lifetime. Even shelves holding his baby clothing could be seen near the doorway.

"Well.. pick something," she said with a smile, hoping Isaiah would be more than excited upon being allowed to enter such quarters.