White Rose by Gao Yang (best ebook reader for ubuntu .TXT) 📖

was specially picked for Percy, to council him, called him. Percy was in his study in the Imperial Library in the east palace. He walked down the down the hallway with his work from his advisor. The sun was already shining brightly through the long windows.

 

"Hey Percy!" He was stopped by a voice from behind him, he turned his head to see who it was. It was Bryce calling out to him.

 

"Hey Bryce!" He ran up to catch up with Percy and patted him on the shoulders. "What's up?"

 

Bryce sighed heavily and rolled his eyes in doubt.

 

Percy scoffed humorously.

 

"What's up with you?" He said as he adjusted his folder of work from his advisor.

 

They both continued to walk down the hallway. "Hey, remember yesterday when my father told me to go over to the Schmidt's residence to get the wood for the back board for the stage?"

 

Percy nodded as he looked at his work.

 

"Yesterday, when I went there, I saw an angel ." Percy stopped and looked at Bryce dumbfoundedly.

 

"An angel? Bryce, I think you're just exaggerating a person as an actual angel." He said as he shook head at his best friend and looked back down at his work.

 

"No, Percy. I actually saw an angel yesterday. She was beautiful. Whenever she walked, her fragrance, strawberry watermelon, if I can recall, would spread throughout the whole room; then suddenly, you're memorized by the scent." He was cut off by Percy.

 

"Bryce, really?" Nash wasn't paying any attention to any girls, he was only focusing on doing his work in the palace.

 

"Percy, don't be ignorant like that." Bryce smirked as he nudged on his arm. "You know you wanna know who it is!" Percy really did want to know, but he just shook his head no.

 

"Bryce, come on! Stop. You know I don't." He was denying it.

 

"Fine, but I'll just tell you anyway!" He sighed, rolling his eyes in not wanting to hear him.

 

"She had beautiful long brown hair, it looked so soft and so luscious. And those beautiful almond shaped brown eyes, brown as the color of hot chocolate in the white wintertime. When I first saw her, she seemed so pure and innocent." Percy looked at Bryce like he was hypnotized by a witch to say all those things to him.

 

"Bryce, if all that you say there is true, I'll believe you when I see this mistress that you speak of with my very own eyes." Nash said as he continued to walk down the long hallway.

 

"You can go and see her, even today perhaps." Nash didn't pay any attention; Bryce ran up next to him. "Percy! You can ask your parents if you can go out to the village and I'll show her to you."

 

"No." He simply replied.

 

"What?! You just said you'll believe me if you see her with your 'very own eyes'." Bryce said, quoting and mimicking Percy's words.

 

"No, you know both of my parents will say no to that."

 

"You didn't even ask them yet!" Percy ignored him and just kept on walking. "How would you know if they would actually say no to it when you didn't even ask yet?" Bryce said to himself, which he should be saying it to him, but he wasn't paying any attention.

 

* * *

 

"Milady?" One of the palace guards opens Mrs. Wasley chamber door, notifying that her son was present. "Your son is here."

 

She nodded. "Let him in." The guard nodded and opened the door wider for Percy to enter.

 

As he enters, she runs up to him and hugs her son. "Percy." She said softly to her son.

 

"Mother, you called me?" She nodded and walked back to her desk in her chamber. She hands him an edict, and it was from the King. "Mum, what is this?"

 

She deeply breathed in and told her son it was from the King. "It's from the King." His expression changes as he looks at the edict in his hand again.

 

He opens the edict and reads it.

 

This edict is for Noble Chamberlin's second son, Percy Wasley.

 

The following is written by the King Henry the Great, and he has chosen Percy Wasley for the following.

 

Percy has been an extraordinary member in the Wasley family. He has been focusing on nothing more than his duty and his work in his lifetime. Therefore, he will be able to have special privilege to leave the palace whenever he pleases and when he wants to.

 

Percy has also been both a wise and charismatic member for Southern Isles's court. He has always given some of the wisest ideas to court. He also has been kind to all the villagers, and everyone he comes across. Henceforth, when he comes of age where he wants a marriage, the King and Queen will be responsible for wedding preparations.

 

He looks up at his mother, and he was speechless.

 

"Mum, this edict..." He had no words for what he thought now. "This edict is so rewarding. I can't-"

 

She looked at her son and simply smiled. "The King knew you were in your study, so he sent one of his guards down to my chamber and asked me to give this to you."

 

He looked at the edict one more time. He had privileges to leave the palace whenever he wanted to. Both the King and Queen will do all the wedding preparations when he decides to marry.

 

"Oh! I nearly almost forgot. The King wanted to speak to you." He raised one eyebrow at his mother. "Percy, don't you give me that look of yours."

 

"The King wishes to speak to me?" She nodded. He folded the edict and breathed in deeply as he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and left.

 

* * *

 

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Percy said as he bowed down to King Henry.

 

"You may rise." Percy got back up on his feet and looked at his King.

 

"You wished to see me, sir?" The King smiled kindly and nodded.

 

"I asked your mother to send you up here because I've been hearing that you've been seeking for a time outside of the palace." He raised his head to his King as he heard his words.

 

"Your Majesty, I-" He was cut off by a group of the guards as he was about finish his statement.

 

"Greetings to you, Your Majesty. We've received the wood that Mr. Schmidt gave to us, but now we've got a bigger problem."

 

Percy suddenly felt somewhat invisible by the King as he turned his attention to the guards. "What happened? Tell me!"

 

"Forgive me, Your Majesty! I deserve to die!" One of the guards cried out. "His Highness was helping with the setting of the stage, and he-he-!" There was paused as the guard's words trailed off into silence.

 

"My son Charles? What's happened to my son?!" The King stood up from his throne chair and walked over to the guard and asked him one more time. "You tell me what's happened to my son before I send you to your grave." The King threatened.

 

"You Majesty!" The guard fell to his knees. "There was a fire and His Highness went into the fire to help the women and children out, he got out but he fainted so suddenly." The King's expression changes as the guard told the truth.

 

"There was fire? Who set the fire?! Where is my son now?!" He screamed as his anger was boiling inside of him.

 

"Your Majesty, please mind your health." One of the guards told the King. "Your son is fine; he's been brought back to his chamber. He suffered a few burns from the fire, but luckily it's nothing serious." The guard said stammering his words, but still keeping his tone strong and firm.

 

"Nothing serious? Someone could've died!"

 

The guard looked up and quickly uttered a few words here and there. "Your Majesty, yes someone could've died in the fire, but if it had not been for His Highness, someone really could've died in the fire. But no one died. Everyone got out safe and sound."

 

Percy just stood there and listened, then kneeled before the king.

 

"Your Majesty, you should thank your son for saving the women and children who were in the fire. But most importantly, His Highness needs to see a doctor immediately." The King reacted to Percy's words and quickly called for a doctor to go check on his son.

 

"Gregory, go get all of the doctors to go check on my son. Now!" He said as he went to his son's chamber. "Percy, go over to the Valet's residence to get some medication for Charles's burns." He obeyed and left immediately.

 

He quickly rushed to the horse stalls outside. He went up to his favorite horse, Beverly, he was a dark brown horse with brown hair on its neck side.

 

Percy patted on Beverly's neck and the guard grabbed a saddle for Nash and put on Beverly's back. Nash mounded himself onto Beverly and rushed to the Schmidt's residence.

 

It didn't take him long with Beverly's speed to get to the Valet's residence. He got off of his horse and walked up to the residence and knocked on their doorstep.

 

"Isabella, could you get that?" He heard a shout from inside the house, for Percy, that probably meant that they were home. He looked around their house and it wasn't poorly made, nor richly made but rather decent. There were flowers implanted outside the windows and porch.

 

He heard the door knob squeak, signaling him that it was opening. The door swung opened and his mouth dropped as he saw a face of an angel. Then that reminded him of what Bryce kept ranting about, this must be the mistress or angel he was talking about. The mistress in front of him did have long brown hair that looked soft and luscious. She had that almond-shaped chocolate brown eyes that Bryce was talking about. He breathed in and she had the scent that memorized him, and it was strawberry and watermelon like Bryce said.

 

It's her.

 

She looked at him as he kept staring at her. "Hello? May I help you?" She said slowly, feeling intimidated by him cause he was staring at her.

 

Her voice cut off his thoughts as he realized he had been staring at her for a whole 5 minutes.

 

"Oh! I'm sorry. Where are my manners?" He quickly straightened himself. "I've come on the King's command to get some medications for the King's son."

 

She smiled and led him inside and grabbed the materials he needed.

 

He felt hypnotized by her stunning beauty. No wonder why Bryce seemed hypnotized by her whenever he spoke of her. She really is an angel.

 

She comes back with a medium sized box in her hands. As she hands him the box, his hands meets hers. She was startled by his hand contacting with her hand and looks at him.

 

She didn't think she noticed it before, but he had really blue eyes. He pulled her in and leaned in, she knew what he was going to do. She wanted to pull away, but in the same time she didn't want to.

 

She started getting butterflies in her stomach, a feeling she had never felt for a someone else, or a stranger in this case. She only had that type of feeling for Colin and only him, no one else.

 

But with this young lad who stopped by her house for some things, it was different with him. He gave her a feeling she had never had before: the feeling of being alive around someone.

 

"Isabella!" She stopped herself as soon as she heard her brother's voice from the kitchen.

 

Jack came in, interrupting the both of them. She finally lets go of the box and leaves the young stranger in the doorway.

 

"Did I interrupt something?" Jack asked as he watched his sister run passed him.

 

Percy shook his head. "No." He lied himself. He wanted to kiss her, the girl who he intentionally fell head over heels for in a matter of seconds.

 

"I'll take my leave now. Thank you." He said as he leaves the house and closes the door behind him.

 

Such a young and pure, fair mistress.