Chapter 80 - Braille Matteo

After she was gone Syna sighed heavily, the sky was still bright but the temper of the sun lowered down a little. 

Everyone at the company was gossiping about her and Sinclair. As per Braille's often visits to the conglomerate led them all assume bad things about Syna.

As Braille was suppose to have a quality time with Sinclair, well that was apparently what she said and showed to the employees, every time she was kicked out by Sinclair from his office.

The lord did not want to give high hopes to that lady who was obsessively in love with her, although he knew that his younger macho brother loved that girl.

Braille wasn't much of a bad bitch rather the young lady was prone to act rationally and impulsively. She was a few thousand years younger to Sinclair and was about Jason's contemporary.

It was her teen days when she first saw Sinclair, the young Lord who was about ten years older to her accordingly human age. Well how much that would be in the Spirit realm, I bet the mighty lord might be close to nine hundred and ninety nine or so, who knows. 

It was winter back then, snowflakes were falling and a glassy loveliness of frost flowers was spread throughout in the front garden of King's palace, winters didn't last for long, only a few months.

Petals of strange pink flowers were scattered in the nearby small pool right in the front, that had a bridge upon it to cross to the other side, thus entering the resident of the King.

Lord Sinclair right after claiming the throne decided to pay a visit to the King in personal, and was left with a bewitching sight of the palace, sure the territory was beautiful and the nature was maintained with the power of spiritual magic.

As he stepped down from his white sturdy horse and strode in through the gateway, that had 'King's Palace' carved on it with silver, it was more like a cathedral rather a place that could be defined as a castle in true meaning.

His very sight landed on the young lady in purple coloured robe, the very woollen cloth was hugging her body and the white wolf's fur was providing her warmth.

The aristocratic lady was standing there on the bridge, leaning on the rocky rail. Her eyes were darted on the frozen pool, drowned into some though she was staring at her reflection. 

Probably that matter held some importance to her that she did not notice the presence of the King of Spirit realm, right next to her on the bridge.

"May I know where the King is?"

Approaching the mentally lost lady, Sinclair faked a cough to snag the lady's attention. 

"H-huh?"

Sinclair became successful in garnering Braille's attention, but her expressions manifested him that she was completely blank or perhaps dumbfounded after seeing such a handsome face in front of her.

"W-what?"

Not acknowledging who was standing in front of her and how badly she neglected the King's presence, she casually questioned Sinclair out of nervousness. 

"May I know where the King is, young lady?"

A gentle smile graced his face which masked his laughing completely, Sinclair repeated in querying tone.

"Uh! Who are you to ask for father, like that omitting the respective title?"

She crooked her one brow in mock, as no one dared to ask her father's whereabouts addressing like that and completely omitting 'His Highness'.

"Milady please…."

The messenger, of course Elmore Drago, who trailed the lord and was rooted behind him with his stare glued to the ground, he lifted his head up to make Braille realize whom she was talking to.

He was scared to death witnessing how Braille insulted Sinclair by not recognising the mighty King, the messenger raised his voice, fully acknowledging the  Lord's short tempered nature but was interrupted by Sinclair, himself.

"Stop!"

He raised his right hand and upon the signal the mild mannered but cold hearted messenger sewed his mouth at once, no matter how much he was close to Sinclair, the guard of the gates tend to keep quiet often, unless he feels to speak.

Sinclair became enchanted by her beauty and now he was amused of Braille's innocence and naivety nature, although it was just out of brotherly love. The Lord was already waiting for his bride to be reincarnated and certainly wasn't available for toying around.

"Young lady, I'm really surprised that you still do not recognize the newly crowned king of Spirit Realm. But hereby, I am Lord Sinclair MacLaverty."

On the day of procession and throne claiming, Braille was terrified and felt guilty of peeking at him from time to time, she did not care for once to glance at Sinclair, as they were also invited to the throne taking ceremony, while the maidens drooled at him.

"A-ah! Apologies my lord. Forgive this lady, your highness."

The realization struck her like a bolt and in a panic she bowed quite low, that her back was straightened and head reached Sinclair's stomach.

Sinclair lunged forward and held Braille by shoulders, completely unaware of the fact that his mere act would give rise to love feelings within the young lady. 

"Oh no! This is unnecessary, young lady. You are already forgiven."

Although Braille was also a princess but their kingdom was originally saved by Sinclair's army as both the kingdoms were invaded under a war and the Lord of Spirit realm saved both the realms.

The distance between two reduced in Sinclair's attempt to save the lady from those formalities, that Braille could feel the warmth coming from his muscular body, as the Lord's long white furry robe clacked in the cool breeze.

The golden chains dangling around his chest shone brightly, the gust of wind blew and the cold breeze kissed her tainted cheeks that had became the shades of pink as she bore her stare into Sinclair's heterochromic eyes that hypnotized her body.