The World of Rhune

Sicera pressed her face against the glass desperately, leaving mist rings where her mouth and nose touched the cooler glass. She looked out onto the open water mournfully as she watched the far away tide crash unto the brown sand filled with little shells. She wished she could go run around. Get sand stuck in between her toes, her tunic flying around her in the slight wind, and just getting sprayed when she would get too close to the water. “That’s the longing that five days of confinement gets you, Sicera,” she told herself for the millionth time. Sicera took her face off the glass and started drawing palm trees in the light layer of mist. She watched as the oil of her finger made the picture glossy, but knew it’d only make it harder for the maids to clean. “Whatever,” she picked herself up and ruefully left the French doors, and landed on her bed, gingery-blonde hair landing in a halo around her freckled face and head. She started going over just random things, music she’d heard from the palace theatre, a place she was forbidden to go. The smell of the roast as the savory yet spicy herby scent floated up to her room from the bonfire the servants had made the other night, another thing she was suspended from attending. Then there was just plain outside, the major thing she was suspended from. Sicera sighed on her plush bed, grabbing all the throw pillows. Pilling them all under her, and then just laying over them like her fat cat Queen Akemi did on her mountainous throne of carpets. It was one thing she hadn’t tried yet. Sicera bounced slightly on the wobbly stack and smiled. This was kind of nice; at least she could see why Queen Akemi did it. The fourteen year old sighed. This is so lame, though I’m starting to think it’s not as lame as my other feats She thought of herself. Sicera started thinking of how she’d tried to sneak out of her chambers through the maid’s passages, interrupted from Seaku coming up to check on her and sending half the staff after her. Then how she’d tried to slip out from her balcony, then was given away from Queen Akemi looking up at her and meowing, drawing attention to herself. That’s why her French windows were now locked, and then when she’d sent Jaydius a note, courteous of a piido bird she’d found outside her bathroom window. Sicera smiled at the thought of the pretty bird. It was purple with a green striped tail and feathers, and was the perfect messenger bird. As long as you gave it a scent, it’d go to the person whose scent was on whatever you gave it. Sicera had given it a small scrap of cloth he’d given her for stuff like this; she’d given his one too. She thought of how he’d tried to climb up to the second floor and then enter her chamber through the servant passage while filching a skeleton key to unlock the balcony. He had been caught at the entry, she could hear him struggling with a guard she now knew he’d placed there. “Stupid Seaku!” she shouted like a seven year old, and couldn’t help it. She rolled off her bed and stared at the mosaic that covered the middle of her ceiling. “Yes, because I’m the stupid one and yet you’re here shouting like a six-year-old,” he stood in the doorway smirking at her. “I hate you,” she made the thought known. Seaku smiled, his eyes crinkling slightly. “I know, I would hate me too. But I’m me and you’re you so ha,” Sicera’s eyebrow shot up. “Now who’s acting like a child.”

“You still are.”

They stared at each other for a second.

“Have you packed yet?”

“For what?

“What do you mean for what?!”

“I mean I have no clue what in the world you’re asking me Seaku!”

“Really Sicera? How could you have forgotten already?”

“Because I know you always remember for me,”

“And what happens when I’m not there? What happens if something happens to me like what happened to mom and dad? You still haven’t told me why you aren’t packing,”

“Because you’re still young and healthy and you still haven’t told me for what Seaku!”

They both stared at each other again, though it was more of a glare than anything. A light bulb went off in Sicera’s head.

“Oh! Princess Isabella Maria’s wedding in two weeks!”

Seaku’s hand smacked his head.

“Finally rock head,”

“I’ll pack when I can leave this depressing place.”

They looked at her bright and multicolored room.

“yes, just so depressing Sicera.”

“Yeah, it is after five days of nothing,”

“It’s not nothing when you’ve tried to break out everyday. I’m starting to think you’re a peasant not a princess,”

“Sure you are, you still haven’t answered my question,”

Seaku smiled at her, “Once you’ve packed everything you can go around the palace, not farther. And I’ll assign a guard just to be sure.”

“Seaku! You’re not fair at all!”

“Yes I am and you know it,”

Sicera sighed. “Get out of my room,”

Seaku grinned at her, and folded his arms across his chest.

“It’s actually my room, you just have the privilege of staying in it.”

Sicera glared.

“Get out,”

“Nope,”

“You stink you know,”

“I know,”

“No like you literally smell. What have you been doing? Running a marathon and not washing at all?” Seaku’s grin turned into a smile.

“That’s my business young lady, now get to yours,” Seaku left the room and she could her him laughing slightly to himself.

“Weirdo!” she yelled, and then heard a click. She was locked in, again.

“Damn it!” Sicera cursed to herself as she turned to her closet.