Chapter 1: Melody in the Night


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This story is set in the ancient kingdom of Dian during the warring states period of China. Mystery and intrigue surround palace and the little Princess of Dian is at the center of it. The Kingdom of Dian is situated where modern day Yunnan is, half of it submerged in a lake, a lost civilization that sleeps beneath the waves. 

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Thousands of flame red rose petals of the jade pool swirl in quiet contemplation, the air was filled with incense and quiet whispers of white-clad maids. They waited anxiously as they prepared the bath, lighting the red gold candles and pouring rose perfumed water into the jewel encrusted pool, their shapes slightly distorted by the gauze like chiffon that covered every red pillar.

“Let me go! Unhand me!” A child’s voice screeched familiarly as it nearly the little room.

The maids looked at each other and prepared for their battle stations. They grabbed the various soaps and brushes, their eyes glinted with the determination and resignation.

The delicate gold embossed doors swung open as a beautiful girl gripped the silk collar of a younger, mud-bedraggled child by the collar.

“Princess.” Hua Er said sweetly as she frog marched the little girl in, “You aren’t a monkey, so please stop swinging on rooftops. One of these days the guards will shoot you down and I’ll have to explain to the Emperor why his only child was speared through like a roasted chicken.” The little princess muttered rebelliously.

Hua Er smiled calmly at the maids, “What are you waiting for? If she escapes this time, we’ll have to track her by the smell.”

The maids’ eyes shone with the steely look of revenge and pounced. They’ve been stranded on rooftops, lost int garden maze, or tied to trees while trying to capture the princess for bathing nights. Tonight they would be merciless.

Two guards outside heard the screaming and splashing, their normally cheerful if not extremely mischievious princess had lost.  One guard tossed bronze coin to the other, “You said Hua Er would catch her within the hour.”

A few hours later, a clean figure emerged like a pheniox from the ashes out of the bathhouse, wearing creamy white robes adorned with silver imprint of the dragon. The little princess left a trail of muddy, panting maids in her wake.

She sighed to Hua Er, “I need to work harder if I want to be better at Kung Fu than you.” Hua Er laughed and bowed, “If you, Princess Yu Zhu start studying harder, I’m sure it would be an easy feat.”  They strode through the little pavilion of a thousand wishes, enjoying the warm summer air.

Yu Zhu shook her head dramatically, “It’ll take forever!”.  The gold and silver pins popped out of her shiny black coils like raindrops. Purple robed maids flew around her to try and catch the precious ornaments.

A poignant melody drifts through the gardens. Yu Zhu tilted her head, listening intently. It was the sorrowful notes that she had heard in her dreams, ever since she was a little girl. It was the song about a forlorn brook deep in the verdant stone forest and the lonely boy who sits by it, waiting for the girl who promised to come back.

Yu Zhu started toward the sound, running through the vast corridors and resplendant pavillions, searching for the melancholy tune. Her wide sleeves billowed around her as she stepped into her own pavillion, her pale face turned towards the starless sky

A retinue of maids in green and silver poured out of the magnificiant rooms, bowing and waiting her for their princess to go inside.

“Leave me.” Yu Zhu said as she looked around, it felt as if the song was fading. Hua Er had followed with ease and nodded to them. Here in under the fragrance of the Yu Lan tree, surrounded by the fiery bloom of the camellias, the faint strain of music awaken the shadows of Yu Zhu’s past, reminding her that she had forgotten something very, very importnat.

“Princess,” Hua Er quietly walks up to my side, “What are you searching for?” The music was gone now, only echoes of the melody reverberated in the silver crickets’ chirps.

“I thought I heard something…a song.” Yu Zhu hummed the little bit she could remember

Hua Er looks shocked and softly hum the rest of it. “This was a song your honored mother, the Empress used to lull you and your brother to sleep. When I was a girl, I use to sneak into her pavilion just to listen to her sing it.”

Hua Er quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, “Your father the King decreed that song to be forbidden in the palace. Are you sure you heard it?”

“Is it because of what happened ten years ago?” Yu Zhu whispered.

Hua Er nods and she too stare off into the distance, looking lost. After a long while, she asks hesitantly “Back then, Lord Lu Jun and Lord Luo led the coup against your father. The King was out, leading the battle on the border when Lord Lou led his army into the capital. He had burned half the palace, killing all of the King’s children and wives. The only ones he couldn’t find were your mother, your brother the crown prince, and you.”

Yu Zhu closed her eyes, to her, those memories were half remembered, like looking at a painting through a silk screen. “I only remember running a lot.”

Hua Er looks at me sadly, “Yes. Your mother had gotten word about the attack and she helped your brother flee the palace with you on the backs of the strongest blood sweat horse captured in Xi Yu. Your brother was so handsome, even at eight, a pale gold lion ridding a midnight steed. Everyone was screaming and dying, the fires were roaring like wild tigers in the palace. He saw me, just a little palace maid in training no older than him, frozen by terror in the midst of chaos. When he passed me, he crouched on his horse and scooped me up.”

This was more than anything Hua Er had ever said about the events of almost a decade ago.

“Hua Er, why won’t anyone tell me about what happened to my brother? Sometimes I catch my father staring at me like he was looking at someone else.”

In that moment, Hua Erlooked as if she was standing on the abyss that separated the living and the dead, looking for specters long gone. The twinkling light of her eyes diminished as they take on a look of ancient sorrow. She beckons me to go back into my palace.

“Come inside, my little princess, this tale is to too long to tell outside.”

 

 

6 responses

  1. I enjoyed reading this first chapter. I like your style of writing and though you described the clothes and some other details, I still couldn’t properly imagine the character’s surroundings.

    • Thank you, I appreciate your honesty. In the two earlier chapters Yu Zhu is the narrator and everything is seen through her eyes. As a princess, everything that surrounds her is opulent but to her, it’s just normality. Because she was born into the lap of wealth she doesn’t really get it. In other respects because she is royalty it makes her mature but in others she’s just a little girl.

      The first two chapters were pretty experimental, and when I switched narrative in the third I think it became a little easier to envision (as a writer.)

      I really liked your comment and hope you will keep reading!

  2. Hi dramatictealeaves,

    new reader here, I just started reading your story, will comment if I read anything intrigging as I read on.

    What is the age of our princess?

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