The Skies Were Never Ours- Chapter 2

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Just read Also btw credits are in project b/c chapter too long ---- Claire ---- “Princess Claire?” A soft voice said anxiously. Eyelids fluttering, Claire sat up in bed. “May?” she said groggily. “Yes your Highness.” May, the lady in waiting replied, “It’s time to get ready. The ceremony is in 8 hours!” Claire gasped, then smiled. “Oh May! Today’s finally the day!” Leaping gracefully out of bed, she twirled around the room, silk nightdress flaring around her. ---- Thalia ---- “THALIA!!” With a start, Thalia jumped out of bed, instinctively reaching for the knife she kept on her nightstand. “Oh Payton it's you.” Yawning, Thalia stretched. “Ya Tali, and its crowning day. You know what that means.” Payton smirked, gesturing toward the large bathroom. Thalia groaned, “No. Absolutely not.” She glared, then started to climb back into bed. “I’ll get Greysen!” Payton tapped her foot impatiently. Vaulting out of bed, Thalia stumbled over her bedsheets, then sprinted to the bathroom. ---- Claire ---- Standing in front of her immense mirror, Claire smiled, pleased with her appearance. Her brown hair had been curled, waving down her back. Her creamy skin shimmered, and her blue eyes gleamed. In a rose pink sleeveless dress that spooled around her feet, and slit down the middle, exposing her white underskirt, she looked beautiful. “So… What do you think?” May asked tentatively. “Oh May!” Claire hugged her, “I look incredible! Oh! Just wait until Greysen sees me in this!! And with the crown! May, you have outdone yourself!!!” Blushing, May freed herself from the hug. “Well, no point in all this work if you're not on time! It’s almost sunset princess! Hurry!!” Sparing time for one last kiss on the cheek, Claire rushed out the door. ---- Thalia ---- “So… What do you think?” Thalia stood in her bathroom, staring at her reflection. Her golden hair fell long and shimmering down her back, the soft strands combed to perfection. Her sun-tanned skin glowed, and long black lashes framed her stormy gray eyes. The dress was a white backless dress with gold shimmers. The skirt slit up to her thigh, exposing her legs. She wore white high heel boots, and had gold hoops and studs up her ear. “And the finishing touch…” Payton placed a crown on her head shimmering with diamonds. The crown was decorative, not the real crown, which was decorated with swirling runes and dazzling jewels. “Payton!” Thalia laughed. “I look scandalous! I love it!!!” Payton grinned, then shoved her out the door. “Go on! Go show them how queenly my girl is!” Thalia ran out the door. Her loyal black leopard Libby trailed after her, holding Thalia’s knife in her mouth. Soon, both of the twins stood together, their parents, the King and Queen on the dais before them. Frowning slightly at Thalia, King Rhodes cleared his throat. “Daughters. Today, one of you will become the queen, and one will forever stay a princess.” The King continued droning on, and Thalia’s eyes began to wander. Greysen, the 1st heir to the noble house of Rivera stood, messing with his tuxedo. Greysen was the kind of person every woman loved, and every man wanted to be. He had brown hair, styled artfully, blue eyes, and a sharp jawline. Greysen smirked as Thalia’s eyes landed on him, and took the moment to assess her. She was standing tall, but he could tell in the way her hands shook that she was scared. “You okay?” He mouthed, but of course, Thalia thought he was making fun of her. Rolling her eyes, she turned away, beginning to focus on the king, when she noticed a flash of movement in the corner of her eye. A new arrival had slipped in the door, unbeknownst to the rest of the crowd, whose eyes were glued to the king. The figure was tall, and wore a hooded black cloak. They were obviously out of place with all the nobles, and Thalia stared curiously. Raising their gaze just a bit, piercing eyes met Thalia's. One was green, and one was a deep brown, almost black. Cocking her head, Thalia started to move towards the figure when her father finished her speech. “And now, without further ado, I present to you Sybil, the oracle of Seravelle.” Tearing her gaze away from the figure, Thalia refocused on the King. A withered old woman stepped onto the stage, a cane in hand. With every step she took, the cane followed with a loud clunk. Finally reaching the center, the oracle turned. White mist began flowing out of her mouth, and her eyes glowed white.