The moment of silence awakened. Truth were not meant to be bitter but in Luther case, it was. The door has been slammed right at his face. He was baffled, wondering around in the wonder land. How on earth could such cruel and mean words successfully jumped out of those cute lips of Isla. She wasn't really rude nor harsh with her words.
She had rejected his courtship with outmost respect. Just how smart was she? He active felt like a coward. He was a big fool for thinking a smart and gorgeous princess like Isla would have any romantic shit to do with an average intellectual prince like him. Although, they were both from delegate royal family but the difference was still clear.
She was way out of his league. I'm nothing but a dullard, he said to Jay. What you thought Jay, he widened eyeball, looking straight at Jay like his opinion counted scores. Jay was mute, he didn't know the perfect response to give. Whatever negative word he had to say should certainly rent a hut in his mind.
Without been biased, Luther was a big time coward. He was the greatest fool of all time.
From Jay perspective, he could confidently place Hannah over the highly elevated prince in terms of wisdom and intellect. All Isla saw was the tall figure of a non creative prince. He had no figure to add to her already achieved scores. You have to be a brain wit to be considered worthy of Isla attention.
She had set a standard for herself and prince Luther doesn't seem to fit in the cap. To her, he was just a casual prince with an average intellect. Nothing special, nothing more.
All she could see was the highly rated title. This were few among the numerous numbers of flaws dividing Luther away from Isla.
You are indeed a smart prince, you just have to be a bit more demure and intentional. Jay muttered, praying that sounded healthy to the prince. Luther was convinced. He saw some sense in Jay word. He was absolutely right! He had acted all loosed and less composed all in the name of love. It was time to retrace his missing steps and get back on the right track, perhaps, things might facilitate in his favor.
The hot and fierce burning sun was going into solace. The night had overtook it role, raining it cool effect on Albion. The dark part of the night began. Another episode of boredom for Jay. Nothing was special about the chilled night. It was bright and luminous as the previous one. Jay took so much delight at the palace tower.
It felt like a sacred spot, where he could communicate with the numerous voice ravaging in his head. The tower looks deep, giving a total gap of sixty feet from the surface of the earth.
Jay had always thought of flying down the tower, wanting to know if or not he could stabilize his feet on the thin air but, a hilarious part of him labeled the idea as immature.
What if he threw himself down and never get to gain balance. His splashed head and broken skull will do people the perfect morning greeting. Jumping down the tower wasn't the issue. The aftermath of such decision was the main area of concentration. Would he gain stand on the thin air like a Demi-god or get his skull splashed and never gets to see the next morning.
Jay stood right at the tower and puffed out a handful of laughter at himself. He was quite a character. Those thinking were nothing but weird and gibberish illusion. A fragile footstep hurdles from behind. Someone was coming. Hannah rested her elbow on the upper part of the tower, smiling brightly at a moving star.
Jay couldn't longer turn a blind eye. She was indeed a beautiful soul. Her beauty was screaming fat more than that of her sister, Ariana. Jay was weak in her smile. Those teeth were entirely spotless. Her deep dimple were enough to make a man fall victim. Isn't the stars beautiful, especially the big one sitting under the sky.
She pointed her hand to a more bigger and brighter star. Jay pictured his face into the sky. The stars are always awesome princess. They never care to amaze us with their eloquent beauty. Thanks for the other day, Hannah said sounding sincere about her gratitude. It nothing, Jay dashed out a smile. I'm happy to help "Jay" Hannah called out his name.
Can I make a request? Jay gazed into her eye, wondering what was pondering through her mind. As much as he loves feeding people with unimaginable surprise, he was a total opposite of it. He hated been surprised. Jay was the type that would rip the bag of maize apart before it even got planted. Could you….. Hannah paused, stretching the length of her words and laying Jay in a web of suspense.
Could you smile often, she finally spilled out. The statement widened Jay cheek. He smiled his teeth out of their chamber, gradually transforming into laughter. Is that what you want he remarked softly. Hannah nodded in response, coming a little closer to Jay. She nurtured her face towards the sky, flaming her eye right at the stars
I doubt if the stars in the sky could be counted, Hannah flinched the assumption towards Jay.
He craved out a smile and muttered out. I might be able to, "you can't really say" he jokingly said. There is no way you can count the stars, Hannah defended her believe. The stars could only be counted by the gods. That what ancient myth made us believe, Hannah analyzed.
What if I had the power of the ancient. Jay word was suppose to pump out as a joke but Hannah didn't find it funny. She knew, beneath the joke lies some hidden truth. What would you have done if you were born a god, Hannah asked, curios to know the content in Jay mind.
This sounded a little bit absurd, Jay thought.
He forced out a smile, trying to kill the guilty expression pending all over his face. I'm not a god to start with, so why think like one. Hannah had caught im in his own web. The point had been proven. Jay was a smart wit. He was playing safe, doing all he can to shift the bone of content. Hannah wasn't going to let go so cheaply. She had to keep the conversation going.
I know you not a god. I'm just saying let assume you are. What will you do? Jay had been held in the neck. There was no burrow for him to hide. He had to bleed out a response. If I was a god, he began. I won't call my self one. Why, asked Hannah. It simple! gods are not perfect. They get too overwhelmed by the power and respect and ends up turning brutal.
I don't want to trend that way. I'm human and I would always be. Jay eyeball gave a seal of validity. He sounded sincere, more like he meant his words.