The white paper began to glow. Orange to yellow, to flames. The soot, rose above the sheet, as it's center began to burn. The flames spread violently through the sheet, and within minutes, it was down to ash and up to soot.
Theodon dusted his hands,grinned,and walked away.
She splashed water on her face.Looked up, into the mirror. Eyes,blood shot,dark circles, a few freckles near the cheeks, worry lines covering the forehead, a mouth begging to smile.Her face reflected her condition. Helpless.
"Look at yourself. Is this the way you'll go on screen?",asked Portria, bewildered at what she saw.
"Go cake some makeup over,and change into the dress, I've just brought,and I'll think about what to do to this bloodshotedness."
Rincy picked up the towel, dabbed it gently over her face, drying out any droplet of water left. She looked into the mirror again. 19, and frail. Not physically, but emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
She followed Portria into the bed room, to find a beautiful pearl pink gown, on her bed. V neck,with netted full sleeves. Satin. Rincy ran her fingers through the cloth, amazed by it's softness.
Rincy, decked up in layers of make up, to hide her dark circles, and fresh freckles, walked through the hall way, in her satin gown. All eyes were on her. Portria adjusted Rincy's hair, just as they entered the elevator. She looked pretty, and captivating, yet sad and sullen. As they head towards the sets, Portria gleamed with joy, to see James Hemsworth. Chief Executive Officer, GlamTime magazine. The country's no.1 fashion and gossip magazine. She leapt past Rincy, and introduced herself.
"Portria Jaccob, Assistant beautician at Rhue , glad to see you here Sir.", she greeted James, with a warm handshake, as she pulled Rincy towards her.
"Rincy Ma..."
"I Know.", he grinned, as he extended his hand towards Rincy. She gave her hand into his, as he kneeled down to kiss them.
"Greetings, your Grace", he whispered, as Rincy acknowledged his wishes. She withdrew her hand, and gave him a faint smile. Then lead Portria towards the sets.
Rincy straightened up, as Portria wished her luck, from behind the cameras.
"Lights, Camera, Action", announced the director.
The sets lit up, radiant with white and yellow light as they flashed on Rincy's face.
" Good Evening , Ladies and Gentlemen.Tonight we have Rincy Matilda, heir to the Matilda family, the next Queen of Isles, with us.",gleamed Ceasar Flickerman, anchor, journalist, activist, and a bloody sarcastic smart ass.
"It is with great pleasure to invite you on our show, Miss Matilda."
"Please.", she interrupted. "Please call me Rincy."
"If you insist, your Grace.", said Ceasar wryly.
"Tonight, all television sets, across the country, would be lit up, from children to youngsters to old men and women, glued to the idiot box, just to have a glimpse of you, our next Queen."
"Well, yeah, I guess", Rincy couldn't help, but blink her eyes away. Ceasar Flickerman . She thought.
A mere pawn in this game.
"Tell us how you feel about this. How do you like being the queen to a country as large and diverse as Westerhall?", he asked.
"It's all new to me. I have grown up in the palace, but never felt any other, than anybody watching me live tonight. I was any ordinary girl, in just a little more materialistic world around."
"Materialistic, I see."caught Ceasar.
"Oh shit!",she thought."Now he is going to grind me down, and embarrass me in front of the entire nation, on cameras to record for history to gape."
"Well, tell us about your new duties, then. Your intentions, your plans to bring Westerhall to prosperity",cut Flickerman through her thoughts.
"He actually didn't pass a sarcastic, embarrassing comment on that materialistic thing!",thought Rincy.
"Westerhall, is more than just a country to me. it's my home, my earth, my everything. I will do my level best to enhance the facilities,and the conditions of the poor, bring in amendments to help the needy, and make it a better place to live in. Cause, at the end of the day, it's not about your bank balance, or prosperity, but self satisfaction, and serenity, that one needs. And to experience peace, hunger mustn't rule your tummies!", she sighed, as Ceasar gave a slight laugh.
"Very well said Miss..., sorry, Rincy! I am amazed at the level of your thoughts, your love for this country and your passion to help the needy. Hope you and your team do well.", and with that, the lights went down.
Portria hurried onto the stage and grabbed Rincy's hands. Her eyes teary.
"Well done girl!", she cried.
Rincy cast a faint smile,and asked if she can get back to her room.
Portria nodded and turned to leave, just as James walked in.
"That was a very impressive interview,your Grace. Indeed very deep thoughts for a girl of such tender age, and, heart.", he said.
A wave of pain ran through her chest, as she tried to maintain her straight face, and smile a little.
"Thank you Mr Hemsworth. That is indeed very sweet of you.But now, I have some affairs to attend to, so if you may please...",she glanced, as she turned to leave with Portria.
An evil smile carved his face.
40,and bald. Thick dark eyebrows. Brown eyes,a sharp nose, and a french beard.James Hemsworth was a man of power. One who could turn tables with just a glance. One who could read the other's minds,and predict the unpredictable.
Rincy took note of his expression. She knew, this wasn't going to be an easy ride.And he didn't cast away that smile to go unnoticed.
Everyone around her, just false faces. This was a Masquerade. A royal Masquerade. Everyone wore masks, with completely different expressions, that hid their true nature.
And at 00:00, when the masks would fall, the world would know the truth.
© Srinidhi Iyengar
Theodon dusted his hands,grinned,and walked away.
She splashed water on her face.Looked up, into the mirror. Eyes,blood shot,dark circles, a few freckles near the cheeks, worry lines covering the forehead, a mouth begging to smile.Her face reflected her condition. Helpless.
"Look at yourself. Is this the way you'll go on screen?",asked Portria, bewildered at what she saw.
"Go cake some makeup over,and change into the dress, I've just brought,and I'll think about what to do to this bloodshotedness."
Rincy picked up the towel, dabbed it gently over her face, drying out any droplet of water left. She looked into the mirror again. 19, and frail. Not physically, but emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
She followed Portria into the bed room, to find a beautiful pearl pink gown, on her bed. V neck,with netted full sleeves. Satin. Rincy ran her fingers through the cloth, amazed by it's softness.
Rincy, decked up in layers of make up, to hide her dark circles, and fresh freckles, walked through the hall way, in her satin gown. All eyes were on her. Portria adjusted Rincy's hair, just as they entered the elevator. She looked pretty, and captivating, yet sad and sullen. As they head towards the sets, Portria gleamed with joy, to see James Hemsworth. Chief Executive Officer, GlamTime magazine. The country's no.1 fashion and gossip magazine. She leapt past Rincy, and introduced herself.
"Portria Jaccob, Assistant beautician at Rhue , glad to see you here Sir.", she greeted James, with a warm handshake, as she pulled Rincy towards her.
"Rincy Ma..."
"I Know.", he grinned, as he extended his hand towards Rincy. She gave her hand into his, as he kneeled down to kiss them.
"Greetings, your Grace", he whispered, as Rincy acknowledged his wishes. She withdrew her hand, and gave him a faint smile. Then lead Portria towards the sets.
Rincy straightened up, as Portria wished her luck, from behind the cameras.
"Lights, Camera, Action", announced the director.
The sets lit up, radiant with white and yellow light as they flashed on Rincy's face.
" Good Evening , Ladies and Gentlemen.Tonight we have Rincy Matilda, heir to the Matilda family, the next Queen of Isles, with us.",gleamed Ceasar Flickerman, anchor, journalist, activist, and a bloody sarcastic smart ass.
"It is with great pleasure to invite you on our show, Miss Matilda."
"Please.", she interrupted. "Please call me Rincy."
"If you insist, your Grace.", said Ceasar wryly.
"Tonight, all television sets, across the country, would be lit up, from children to youngsters to old men and women, glued to the idiot box, just to have a glimpse of you, our next Queen."
"Well, yeah, I guess", Rincy couldn't help, but blink her eyes away. Ceasar Flickerman . She thought.
A mere pawn in this game.
"Tell us how you feel about this. How do you like being the queen to a country as large and diverse as Westerhall?", he asked.
"It's all new to me. I have grown up in the palace, but never felt any other, than anybody watching me live tonight. I was any ordinary girl, in just a little more materialistic world around."
"Materialistic, I see."caught Ceasar.
"Oh shit!",she thought."Now he is going to grind me down, and embarrass me in front of the entire nation, on cameras to record for history to gape."
"Well, tell us about your new duties, then. Your intentions, your plans to bring Westerhall to prosperity",cut Flickerman through her thoughts.
"He actually didn't pass a sarcastic, embarrassing comment on that materialistic thing!",thought Rincy.
"Westerhall, is more than just a country to me. it's my home, my earth, my everything. I will do my level best to enhance the facilities,and the conditions of the poor, bring in amendments to help the needy, and make it a better place to live in. Cause, at the end of the day, it's not about your bank balance, or prosperity, but self satisfaction, and serenity, that one needs. And to experience peace, hunger mustn't rule your tummies!", she sighed, as Ceasar gave a slight laugh.
"Very well said Miss..., sorry, Rincy! I am amazed at the level of your thoughts, your love for this country and your passion to help the needy. Hope you and your team do well.", and with that, the lights went down.
Portria hurried onto the stage and grabbed Rincy's hands. Her eyes teary.
"Well done girl!", she cried.
Rincy cast a faint smile,and asked if she can get back to her room.
Portria nodded and turned to leave, just as James walked in.
"That was a very impressive interview,your Grace. Indeed very deep thoughts for a girl of such tender age, and, heart.", he said.
A wave of pain ran through her chest, as she tried to maintain her straight face, and smile a little.
"Thank you Mr Hemsworth. That is indeed very sweet of you.But now, I have some affairs to attend to, so if you may please...",she glanced, as she turned to leave with Portria.
An evil smile carved his face.
40,and bald. Thick dark eyebrows. Brown eyes,a sharp nose, and a french beard.James Hemsworth was a man of power. One who could turn tables with just a glance. One who could read the other's minds,and predict the unpredictable.
Rincy took note of his expression. She knew, this wasn't going to be an easy ride.And he didn't cast away that smile to go unnoticed.
Everyone around her, just false faces. This was a Masquerade. A royal Masquerade. Everyone wore masks, with completely different expressions, that hid their true nature.
And at 00:00, when the masks would fall, the world would know the truth.
© Srinidhi Iyengar
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