BXBX NOVEL Chapter 20: Infatuation.
Chapter 20: Infatuation.
The sun dipped below the horizon, and the village was cloaked in the soft, golden hues of twilight. Kael and William, the two young sons of Hector, had spent the previous evening searching through their father\'s backyard shed. It was an adventure of sorts, a treasure hunt in their domain.
As the sun\'s fading rays cast long shadows in the shed, they had unearthed all sorts of items. Old tools, wooden planks, and knick-knacks accumulated over the years. The backyard shed was like a time capsule, holding fragments of their father\'s past.
Amidst the mess and forgotten relics, Kael\'s sharp eyes finally spotted a worn satchel tucked away in a corner. Excitement bubbled within them as they reached for it, their small hands eagerly pulling out the contents. There they were – amulets, glistening with an otherworldly aura. The amulets seemed to hold secrets and stories, and Kael and William couldn\'t have been more thrilled.
"We can use these for our stall!" William exclaimed, his eyes alight with anticipation.
Kael nodded in agreement. "These are unlike anything the other stalls will have. People will be drawn to them."
As they held the amulets in their hands, their imaginations ran wild with possibilities. They were determined to make their father proud, and these amulets felt like the key to their success.
The brothers decided to prepare for the upcoming stall, eager to put their newfound treasures on display. William retrieved a shawl from their father\'s cupboard. It was an old, colorful piece, faded with time. They would use it as a banner to draw attention to their stall.
Using natural paints their father had bought them a while back, they carefully painted the letters "K" and "W" on the shawl. It was the initials of their names, Kael and William. The shawl transformed into a makeshift flag that would soon flutter proudly above their stall, signaling their presence at the fair.
The night passed quickly as they worked on their preparations. Excitement and anticipation kept them awake, and the desire to make their father proud was a driving force.
The next morning, as the sun began its ascent, the village buzzed with activity. The entire community was preparing for the King\'s visit, setting up their stalls and perfecting their crafts. There was an air of festivity, and the village square was soon adorned with an array of wooden blocks, delectable foods, and Neena\'s tempting bun stall.
Kael and William stood proudly at their stall, amulets glinting in the morning light. Dressed neatly in clothes that had been carefully chosen for this special day, they looked every bit like young entrepreneurs, mature beyond their years.
The villagers admired the dedication of the two young brothers. Hector had instilled in them the importance of hard work and pride in their heritage. As they eagerly awaited the arrival of the King, their eyes glistened with the knowledge that their efforts would soon be showcased to a royal audience. Today, they were not just Hector\'s sons; they were stall owners ready to make their father proud.
The day of the King\'s visit had finally arrived in the village, and the entire community was beaming with happiness. The streets and houses were adorned with vibrant decorations, and the scent of freshly baked goods wafted through the air. The villagers had been eagerly awaiting this moment, their faces lit with joy as they anticipated the royal arrival.
The King\'s grand carriage made its way into the heart of the village, a symbol of authority and prestige. Inside the carriage, Marlow, one of the King\'s trusted advisors, engaged in a hushed conversation with the monarch. Marlow was known for his wisdom and counsel, and it was not uncommon for the King to seek his guidance on various matters.
"Your Majesty," Marlow began cautiously, "about the girl you mentioned from the previous village... I believe it might not be the best idea to inquire about her here."
The King reclined on his cushioned seat, his expression distant as he thought about the girl he had noticed in the last village they had visited. She had a certain allure that had caught his attention, and he was eager to see her again. "Marlow, you underestimate the subtlety of my actions. I am merely a curious traveler."
Marlow sighed inwardly but chose not to argue further. He was aware that the King\'s infatuations, though fleeting, had a reputation for causing disturbances. But he was also skilled in the art of diplomacy and knew when to press and when to concede.
As the carriage came to a stop, the King and Marlow stepped out into a cheerful atmosphere. The village chief, an elderly man known for his wisdom and kindness, approached with open arms to welcome the royal guests.
"Your Majesty," the village chief began, his voice filled with warmth, "we are honored by your presence. The people of our village have been eagerly awaiting this day."
The villagers who had gathered in the square clapped and cheered, their smiles genuine and heartfelt. They had prepared an array of wooden crafts, delicious foods, and intricate textiles to showcase their talents to the King.
But despite the warm welcome and the festivities unfolding around him, the King\'s mind remained preoccupied with the image of the girl from the previous village. His eyes wandered, searching for her amidst the crowd, unable to shake the memory of her enchanting presence.
Marlow observed the King\'s restlessness with a knowing look. He knew that the King\'s infatuation could be a distraction from the purpose of his visit – to connect with his people, inspire their trust, and ensure his image as a just and caring monarch.
\'Your Majesty\', he thought, silently hoping that the King would soon redirect his attention to the village and its people. The success of this royal visit depended on the impression they left behind – one of benevolence and leadership, rather than the fixation on a fleeting encounter.