A Golden Heart by Alia Johnson

Author:Alia Johnson [Johnson, Alia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The next morning, Vashti and Medorah both readied themselves in silence. Both of their hearts were hurting and broken; the pieces littering the floor. Cassira helped bring their determination up, crashing into their room with excitement. Bitsy became so startled he hurtled back to his hiding hole where Vashti had placed a mouse inside. He would be content for the rest of the day until they came back, if they came back.

Medorah tried to make Vashti smile, holding in her own laughter.

“I’ve come up with a new nickname I think you’ll approve.”

Vashti sullenly replied, “What’s that?” So far, she hadn’t been impressed with Medorah’s odd nicknames.

“Vase.”

Vashti reared up from the bed, shouting at Medorah, “I gave you a nice nickname! Rah! A God in some cultures! What do I get? Boobs and pottery, I tell you!”

Medorah howled with laughter, holding her sides.

“I hope you were joking again, Medorah. Honestly, you have a strange sense of humor.”

Before Medorah could reply, Cassira interrupted their banter. She was getting comfortable with them, that was obvious. Vashti felt bad they were leaving.

“Good morning, my favorite wards! Today is the day. Look at all the shiny things I brought you to try.” Cassira laid out all the formal dresses of her fallen wards of the past. The shimmery fabric was beautiful to behold. Medorah snatched a long gown that resembled flames. The shoulders had high golden points, the red and gold bodice fitted, the skirts flaring out with red and golden colors. It was dazzling and light. Vashti couldn’t remember the last time she had worn something so elegant, having had been in training so much.

“This is yours, Vashti. It is perfect.” Medorah flicked her wrist, indicating the entire gown. Vashti couldn’t agree more. She would be a queen on her last day in Baklan, and they would all miss her when she was gone.

She would show them all she was fit to rule at Mar’s side even though she planned to leave. The dress helped to conceal the ugly scars on her back. The last thing she wanted him to see would be her confidence and skill, not the pain she had gone through in the past.

Cassira dug deeper into the pile. The rustling caused tinkling bells to sound.

“Ah, here it is, Medorah! I picked this for you.” Cassira held up two pieces of fabric. The top half was fitted with chains of coins hanging from it. The bottom half hung strips of fabric short enough to not get caught in her tail but fitting over her hips and hanging down to showcase her curves. The black and gold lacing matched her diamond coloring perfectly.

Medorah blinked owlishly at the outfit with wide slitted eyes. “It’s perfect, Cassira. Truly perfect.”

Cassira became more excited, jingling the fabric with a happy shout. Medorah and Vashti laughed together at her exuberance. Medorah moved to her table drawer, pulling forth her jewelry she had removed the night before. She placed her piercing back in her nose, attaching it to the earpiece.

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