Saga of Atlantis - Chapter 18: Awakening Ceremony Part:3 Angelina D Merovingian

Chapter 18: Awakening Ceremony Part:3 Angelina D Merovingian

When my family and I stepped outside the carriage, we were welcomed by the sight of a majestic structure in front of us.

The teleportation portal, which stood 10 meters tall, projected a dazzling blue glow, powered by mana cores at both ends.

This technological marvel, created by the elves, was a sign of their prowess and invention, providing them with a position of strength in Atlantis.

It was a groundbreaking innovation that enabled instantaneous transport across huge distances, a feat that had previously taken months.It can be found in every significant location on the planet.

As I got closer to the portal, I noticed a slight tremor in the surrounding environment.

The presence of runes within the gateway, on the other hand, reassured me that any potential threat had been eliminated.

Despite its non-threatening nature, the teleportation portal was out of reach for the majority of people.

“You may feel like throwing up, but hold it in.”My father’s voice ripped through the air, encouraging my twin siblings to keep any discomfort at bay during the teleportation process.That didn’t surprise me.

He clearly cared about them more than about me.yet it didn’t bother me too much as my control over Eden’s body grew, and my emotions had also come under my control, though I doubt they would after seeing that girl after so long.

I jumped into the vortex without hesitation, quickly finding myself thousands of kilometers away from my initial location.

I was in the capital city.and the sensation was oddly neutral, devoid of discomfort or disorientation.

Looking back, I can see my siblings attempting not to vomit and even my father frowning.

‘It’s probably my affinity at work,’ I thought, considering my space affinity as a possible reason for my unaffected state.

I shifted my gaze and noticed two carriages parked in front of me. One would bring my family to the main hall, while the other would take me to the grave of the first monarch for blessings.

Fortunately, the princess and I were assigned separate blessing locations, preventing any discomfort.

I took the first carriage that would take me to my destination, nodding to my father.

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‘That was way fucking boring’.I thought as I found myself standing in front of the majestic entrance. The last two hours had been the second-most boring time in my life, after lectures.

Enduring the recounting of some ancient king’s accomplishments wasn’t exactly thrilling; I had spent the time dozing off.

I waited for the herald’s pronouncement at the entrance gate.

The princess should have arrived first, when I was dosing off.I could hear people’s voices and whispers from where I was.

And then the herald’s voice rang out, clear and commanding, cutting through the hushed murmurs of the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, it is with great pleasure that I announce the arrival of Lord Eden Morton, heir to the esteemed Morton Duchy.”

‘Get this man a fucking pay raise.’I thought in my mind that the Herald dude was doing his job way too well.

His words rang down the corridor, and my strides propelled me onward as the herald’s message repeated.I stepped into the big hall as the huge doors swung open.

My steps were measured and composed.

Everyone was looking at me, assessing, judging, and scrutinizing. Their eyes were fixed on me.

The tension was nearly palpable, and the silence was deafening for a brief while.As I strolled, I met the gazes of people who were watching me with indifference, curiosity, and barely veiled disdain.

Duke Morton, my father, stood at the head of the room, his posture tight and his gaze locked on me.

The other Dukes and the King stood with him, but I disregarded them because Eden’s feelings were driving me to find one particular girl.

Beyond the sea of faces, my sight was drawn to a pair that stood out: Angelina D. Merovingian’s penetrating stare.

Her presence was captivating, and her look was enigmatic.

For a brief moment, our eyes connected, and a world of unsaid thoughts seemed to travel between us.

I went down the hall until I reached the center.The weight of the moment hung over me as the silence stretched on.

Then came the clapping, a mix of genuine admiration, polite acknowledgement, and possibly a tinge of envy. It grew louder, generating a crescendo of sound that filled the room.

‘These fucking hypocrites are all thinking about the great show that’s about to start, huh? Unfortunately, they will be disappointed.’ I figured, as most of them should have guessed by now, that something huge was going to happen tonight, and they were all pumped for a wonderful show.

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The ovation gradually subsided, and the buzz of discussions returned to the hall.

I politely nodded and acknowledged people who approached me, my demeanor a mask of calm.

I stood in a quiet nook, waiting for the princess to make a move.I didn’t have to wait more than ten minutes before she started walking in my direction.

Angelina D. Merovingian, the first princess, attracted attention just by being present. Her countenance exuded regal grace while still evoking enigmatic charm.

In the warm light of the hall, her fair complexion seemed to shimmer softly, giving her an almost ethereal look.

Her features were striking—high cheekbones that defined her face, a delicate nose that screamed of elegance, and lips with a subtle, natural grace.

Her eyes, a deep, stormy blue that seemed to store a universe of emotions inside their depths, were her most fascinating feature.

They were framed by black lashes that created a shadow over her delicate skin. Her golden hair fell down her shoulders in glossy waves, a dramatic contrast to the pale grace of her gown.

The garment she was wearing was a design marvel; the deep blue fabric flowed elegantly over her figure, its intricate designs suggestive of constellations dancing across the night sky.

The bodice of the dress was tight, emphasizing her slim waist, before flowing into a voluminous skirt that trailed behind her.

The dress’s neckline was embellished with delicate lace and detailed embroidery, adding complexity to the ensemble.

The sleeves were long and sheer, revealing her fair skin beneath. The gown struck a delicate mix between modesty and allure, attracting the attention of those who saw it.

“Would you like to dance with me, Lord Eden?” she asked, a lovely smile on her lips.