Trapped In Hisstory

A woman whose face was covered with a veil was sitting down on her seat in the spot where the air was fresh and the environment was breath-takingly beautiful.

She personally chose that spot to view the palace from afar. The boy kept glancing at the woman that gave off a mysterious feeling, he wondered what the woman looked like. Curious thoughts filled his mind such as was she wearing the veil to cover her ugly face or was she trying to hide her beauty? Is she old or young? Why did such a woman prefer to cover her face?

He approached the lady with a tray in his hand, having brought the tea she requested for one to bring. "Miss, here is the tea that you wanted." he said and put the tray on the table, placed the tea in front of the lady and took the tray off the table, hugging it in his chest.

"Thank you, little one." The woman with the veil said.

Her voice slowly went inside his ear, traveling through his insides as if going all the way to his heart. He blushed, a lady with such a beautiful voice suddenly made him lose focus and nervous.

He wanted to hear it again, he felt hypnotized, charmed by the woman whose face was not even seen once.

"M-miss..." The boy called out. "Such a nice weather and cool air, you will not be able to appreciate it while covering your face, I bet you are getting hot." 

The boy gulped and raised his hand, "I can help you take it off…" he said and reached for the lady's veil.

"Child."

The lady's voice reached to him first and his hand froze in the air, could not take the veil off, suddenly the surroundings became dark and it was already night. The stars are shining bright and the little boy looked up in the sky, "Eh, how—

"Child, the night has come, it is time for you to go to bed." she whispered.

The boy's pupils dilated and stared at her, "Oh, yes, it is time to sleep..." he whispered.

The little boy turned around and started walking away just as an old man, his father arrived, "Eman!" the man called out with a smile but the boy ignored him. "Eman..?"

The father was confused as to why his child was acting that way. His son walked past him and stopped, slowly turning around to look at the man, "Papa..." 

The man rushed to him and knelt down, placing both his hands on his shoulders, "Eman, what happened to you? I bought the food you wanted, let us go eat." 

"Bed."

"What?"

"I want to go to bed."

The man's brow furrowed and looked at his son in confusion. "But we just got here, son, why do you want to go home?"

"It is time...to sleep." the child answered.

The man could not hide the bewildered look on his face, "Why would you want to sleep at this time?"

"It is dark, it is...already night. We should...sleep."

Even the way his child spoke felt different, what on earth happened, he thought. The man looked up at the sky then back to his child, "The sun is still up and the weather is great, what are you—?"

The child slowly turned around and continued walking away, leaving his father dumbfounded. The man immediately followed him and left.

The woman with a veil smiled and took a sip from her tea underneath the veil. Afterwards, a smile formed on her lips until she started laughing.

"The description indeed matched, and the maid was telling the truth about a little girl having black hair. Unfortunately, it was a different little girl." The woman stated.

"He caressed the hair of the girl, the black hair was right but they do not have the same eye color. Teri also has black eyes yet seems to glint so beautifully. While Nyssa had blue eyes just like the Marquess." she continued.

"What a beautiful blue eyes." Chance said and it made the child blush.

"Not as much as yours, Your Highness." Nyssa said with a smile.

Chance turned to Vanessa, "It was no wonder that uncle took her into the family. Such an adorable kid with the same blue eyes as the royal family, it would not be mistaken that she is not a Lanstone."

Chance turned to Vanessa, "I am afraid that the information was wrong. It seems your sister is not the one I am looking for." he said.

The veiled woman chuckled, so many compliments and showcases of adoration for the little child, "Yet that does not change the fact that you were disappointed." she said and smiled.

"That look on your face...it is cute." The woman added and stared at the palace.

A light appeared, a familiar spirit and it took the form of a human. Even without looking behind, the woman knew who it was and that it was there.

"Fate, I missed you!" The lady said but Fate ignored her. "Did you see it? The face of that prince, his desperation is starting to show!"

The spirit stayed silent, looking at how much the woman was having fun with one's destiny. "You seem to be having fun as you sit there, relaxing and drinking tea." Fate said.

"Oh, yes, indeed I am. I hope you will not ruin it." The woman responded and chuckled.

Fate almost let out a snort, "I dare not." 

"Chance Howard is looking for 'Teri', how funny." The woman with the veil said and laughed at the game herself.

"It seems like a game of hide and seek." She added with her tone full of interest.

"More like a game of chess." Fate whispered.

The woman closed her eyes and smiled, having a question that she has always wanted to ask, "How did you feel when you first witnessed that one's tragic fate?"

"I do not understand why you still need to ask such a thing. Is it to tease me? Make fun of how I feel?" The spirit of Fate responded, a bit annoyed by her question.

"The spirit of Fate has gone through many tragedies and lost its ability to show emotions." The woman said, "But it looks like you are still the same."

Fate flinched and fell silent. "Keep your emotions in check, I am merely asking you a question." The woman said.

"It felt like torture." Fate slowly stated in a low voice, almost a whisper. "To witness one's fate, to witness one's death felt as if I also died. To just watch how things go on without being able to do anything...I felt bad for King Charles and also for myself."

"You watched it countless times, you must have been in so much agony." The woman said with pity in her voice.

"I have been curious as to why...you never defied the heavens. Why do you let the same thing happen all over again?" the woman asked, looking at the spirit in amusement.

"Bringing that child in this time, I am sure you did not bring him just to make things the same as it was." The woman said, "Why not let him change things for once?"

The ground shook from the spirit's power, "No." fate stated with emphasis. "Everything must go on the same as it was. It is Fated."

"The King's story must be told. Exactly as it was." Fate said. "That is what Charles Howard wished."

~~~~~

"Our fate at this time is cruel. I am the king yet I let their judgments rule." he said. The man put his hand on his face, caressing the cheeks he had always kissed, for the last time.

He smiled, a bitter smile, as he stated with hope, "Someday, my prince, we will be given a chance. To let every person know about our tragic romance."

"Someday."

~~~~~

"Is there anything you wish for?"

"I wish I had a way to know everything about his story."

~~~~~

"Charles wanted to let their story be told. Chance wanted to know his story. It must go exactly as it was before."

"He cannot change one's fate no matter how hard he tries as it will still end up that way."

Fate turned to the woman, "The only time he can make a decision and change everything is when he has returned back in his time…" the spirit stated.

Underneath the dark veil, the woman was smiling. Such a great and free show for her to watch, she can only stay far and enjoy as the chess pieces move on their own.

"I wonder..." The woman whispered, and Fate glanced at her, "What?"

"I wonder how Chance would react," The woman said again and looked at the spirit in its human form from the corner of her eyes.

"Once he finds out who you really are, Fate."

Once that happens, the look on the King's face would be much more amusing to watch, she thought.