《Royal Punishment》


 Chapter 1: The Kings Command

    ¡°Edom! Come back here!¡± I shout.


    My brother smiles as I chase him through the garden. Tag is one of his favorite games to play when we have time of our own. The courtyard gardens are filled with twists and turns, making it the perfect place for tag. I always love the sweet smell of the flowers as we run through the greenery together. I adore moments with him like this. As the male heir to the throne, I know that he will have the world on his shoulders someday. I want him to have the chance to be a child before that happens.


    Edom quickly looks behind him and sees I am quickly gaining on him. ¡°You can¡¯t get me Arie!¡± he taunts. I can¡¯t help but beam when we play together. If I wanted too I could finish the game right now, but I want to enjoy this moment together just a bit longer.


    As I continue along, I am pulled backward by a tree branch. With all the excitement, Edom doesn¡¯t notice I have stopped and maintains his speed. One of the downsides to wearing long flowing sleeves playing garden tag is you get caught quite frequently. I can hear the lecture by my Mother now. ¡®A Princess must not ruin her clothes needlessly.¡¯ I take in a deep sigh, carefully separating the delicate fabric from the shrubbery.


    ¡°Please don¡¯t tear, please don¡¯t tear,¡± I repeat to myself. With a steady hand, my focus remains on the entangled blue sleeve. I would like to prove to my Mother that I can act like a lady at some point, and not ruining another dress would be a great start. A bright smile shines on my face as the last of the branch is removed from my person. ¡°Yes!¡± I whisper


    Heavy footsteps announce themself to my right. Gasping for air my Brother looks at me with disappointment in his eyes. ¡°Why did you stop?¡± He asks.


    With a smirk, I reply, ¡°My apologies, your highness, but this bush got to me first.¡± As he laughs I can feel my heart fill with joy. I truly love my brother with all my heart. There has never been a day that we were not together since he was born. I fear the inevitable day that we will be separated, but for now, there is nothing standing in our way.


    A low voice speaks. ¡°Pardon me, Princess Ariella.¡± One of the palace guards left his post to approach us. From the looks of his armor, he is one of my Fathers, personal guards.


    ¡°Yes, what is it?¡± I speak calmly, and regally, hoping to show my brother a good example. Seeing Edom¡¯s curiosity unfold, he slowly walks to my side holding my right hand.


    ¡°The King has requested an audience with you at once my lady.¡± Edom squeezes my hand as if trying to tell me not to leave. Straightening my posture, I look to the guard with as much grace as possible. ¡°Might we have time to finish our game?¡±


    The stately iron covered guard shakes his head solemnly. ¡°I am afraid not my Lady. He requested to speak with you immediately.¡±


    As much as I don¡¯t like to disappoint my brother, an immediate audience with the King must take priority. Letting Edom¡¯s tiny hand free, I bend down to meet his eye line. ¡°I must leave you, my Prince. May we finish our game some other time?¡±


    Edom knows that sometimes I need to leave him during certain circumstances, a meeting with the King being one of them. With his big brown puppy dog eyes, he looks to me and says. ¡°Promise?¡±


    I giggle under my breath. ¡°I promise.¡± Edom grins and hugs me with all his strength. ¡°Bye Arie.¡± and with that, he runs back further into the garden to enjoy the rest of his playtime alone.


    ¡°Please follow me, your highness.¡± The guard speaks guiding me out of the garden and back into the castle. His tight shoulders and lack of eye contact show me a sense of stress.


    Tensions have been high since the Orcs have declared War with the neighboring Kingdoms. Their numbers may be small, but they are strong and fierce warriors. Some say that one Orc can take out six humans at a time. The legends say that iron and steel run in their blood, only the toughest of metals can penetrate them. The Orcish culture is cutthroat, which is how they have managed to take on several territories already. Thankfully they are nowhere near the Theora gates, but my Father fears that will not last as long as we hope.


    My voice cuts through the silence of the palace hall walls. ¡°Any news of the War? What does the King plan to do to secure our people? Surely all of Theora is wondering the same.¡±


    The clanking of his chainmail covers his response a bit, but thankfully he speaks up to compromise. ¡°It is not my place to say my Lady. Please forgive me.¡±


    I suppose it was wishful thinking to get inside information out of him. The King has been locked away day and night forming a strategy, and anyone within earshot has been sworn to secrecy. Keeping my head high I accept my defeat with the poise of a Princess. I know better than to push for information. ¡°Very well then. I will wait until the King is ready to divulge his plan for the Kingdom.¡±


    Walking around a corner I see a few royal servants gathered hauling boxes. Some of their inventory was in wooden crates, which I expect. However, among the crates were also heavy leather trunks. It took three able-bodied men to carry the just one of the cases passed us. ¡®It could be a multitude of things packed inside¡¯ I think to myself. This is a reminder that there is no need to overthink about such trivial things. My Mother has taught me very well over the years. ¡®A Princess must always put her duties above all else.¡¯ is what she would always say.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    ¡°I shall take my leave of you here your highness. The King is waiting for you in the Throne room.¡± The guard bows softly offering his respect to his Princess.


    Just a few steps away is the Throne room. I have only been inside a handful of times. We would often through parties there. The room provides a grand space for music, feast, and dancing. Somehow, my gut tells me that there is not a celebration beyond that door.


    Before opening the entryway, I make sure I am in order. My dress is not wrinkled, hair is smooth, and just for good measure, I give my cheeks a little pinch for some rouge. Taking in a deep breath I arch my back into a straight posture.


    I enter the throne room dignified and graceful as every Princess should be. Just before me, I see the King and Queen perfectly placed on their thrones. Surrounding them are a few advisors and a soldier whose uniform I don¡¯t recognize.


    The thrones are each decorated with the kingdom colors. Golden vinery surrounds the crest rail and falls down to the arms of their seats. Blue crushed velvet cushions the blow for my parent¡¯s royal weight. Above their heads is the flag of Theora; blue with gold around the frame, and in the center are two gold birds side by side.


    After making halfway up the carpet runner I catch my Fathers¡¯ eye. Shooing away one of his advisors he says. ¡°Ah! Ariella please come forward.¡±


    I obey the King¡¯s command and move forward the appropriate distance; just three feet from where they sit. Slowly I bow my head in a refined courtesy. ¡°You asked for me Father?¡±


    The King straightens his shoulders back looking down at me. All eyes seem to be on me at the moment, and I can¡¯t help but feel nervous. Placing my hands at my side, I press the palms to my thighs in an attempt to keep my composure.


    ¡°We have recently received an offer of alliance from the Kingdom of Xosta. As I am sure you know, their army is by far the best in the country. They have high numbers of soldiers who were each trained extensively to ensure maximum efficiency on the battlefield. Since our Kingdom is nowhere near battle ready, we are at a tremendous disadvantage. Our army is nearly non-existent. Therefore an alliance with them would be in the Kingdom¡¯s best interest.¡±


    I know about Xosta. They are known for their cruel and unempathetic monarchy. The King is foul and malicious, and as such so is his son. They tax their people extremely high and care little for the poverty growing in their land. Since Theroa has the opposite principals, our two Kingdoms have budded heads for centuries. I am shocked that Xosta is even considering an alliance with us. The more I ponder the thought, the more I know that my Father is right. Their army is the best in all Olkyrie. An alliance with them would be an opportunity we could not pass up. ¡°That is wonderful news Father. But forgive me, how do I fit in with this? It seems like you have made up your mind.¡±


    My Father¡¯s crown lowers with his brow. I look to my Mother and she is clearly troubled. Her eyes were everywhere but on the King. I wait patiently for him to speak, fearing what will come next. Taking in a proud breath, the King announces his decry.


    ¡°The one condition was for their Prince to marry the Princess of Theora to truly unite the two kingdoms. We have already started to gather a few of your belongings in preparation. You shall leave for the harbor tomorrow morning.¡±


    My face went numb. I always feared this day, knowing it would happen; but I did not expect it to be this soon and under these circumstances. Traditionally there is a courting period with the prospective Prince. Now the first time I will meet him will be when I walk down the aisle. I want to speak but I have no words. Looking to the Queen I see tears welling up in her eyes. Breaking the emptiness in the room my Father continues.


    ¡°King Thybaut was kind enough to send a proxy that will assure your safe arrival in Xosta.¡± The soldier I saw from earlier appeared from the shadows. The man was covered in black armor from head to toe. His face was hidden by a thick ebony helmet. The top of his crown flowed a dark red penacho. There was no mistaking it, he was of the Xosta armed guard. The soldier''s silence was unnerving.


    I swallow hard thinking carefully on how I phrase my question. ¡°What do you think about this wager Father? Is there no alternative? Surely this can¡¯t be the only-¡±


    With fury the King slams his fist on the arm of his golden throne. The sudden sound shocks me to my core. My heart was racing out of my chest as I looked into my Father''s eyes. One thing about the King is he is never quick with his anger.


    ¡°We are not in the position to bargain, Ariella. You WILL go to Xosta, and you WILL marry Prince Galleren. It is for the good of the Kingdom. Any further questions should be directed to your Mother. I have more important matters to attend too. You are dismissed.¡±


    Standing abruptly the King wavys his arm, calling his advisors towards him. As my Father rose from his seat I took every second I had to look at him. Memorizing the curves of his face, his broad Kingly posture, even the tone of his dark brown eyes. I have the feeling this will be the last time I will see him.


    ¡°Come along dear. We have much to discuss.¡± The Queen calls to me calmly.


    Taking her lead I follow her to the west wing of the castle. Most of the bed chambers are located here. As I ponder the different rooms we pass, a terrifying thought occurs to me. In just a few days I won¡¯t be sleeping alone. What is worse, I will have to¡­ give my virginity to a complete stranger. All my life I was taught that the intimacy between a man and a woman is sacred, and shouldn¡¯t be taken lightly. We were given one body to live, and we should not take it for granted. Not only will I share this intimacy with a stranger, but the Prince of our rival Kingdom. I feel sick just thinking about it.


    Entering my bed chambers, the thoughts running around my skull begin to overwhelm me. Feeling weak at the knees I sit at my vanity to maintain my composure. Once my Mother closes the door behind her, she begins to cry uncontrollably. Her body trembles as she sobs like she hasn¡¯t cried her entire life. Wanting to comfort her I place my hands on her shoulders. I can feel every bone in her body shaking underneath my grip.


    ¡°It is just a wedding Mother. This isn¡¯t goodbye. I¡¯ll write to you everyday, you¡¯ll see it will be like I never left.¡± As the words escape my mouth I realize that I don¡¯t believe them, so how can my Mother?


    This changes everything for us. When I leave Edom will be forced to begin his apprenticeship to become King. As for visitation, I doubt the Prince of Xosta will allow me to leave his castle after we wed. This will most likely be the last time I see my family. I can feel the tears sneaking up on me, but I hold on to them in an effort to ease my mother''s pain.


    In between her wails of sorrow, the Queen manages to speak. ¡°It is not a wedding Ariella... It''s a death sentence.¡±

 Chapter 2: Silent Knight

    ¡°A death sentence? Don¡¯t you think that is a little dramatic Mother?¡±


    The Queen¡¯s eyes are red from her tears. Rubbing her face gently she takes a few calming breaths. ¡°You can¡¯t honestly believe that they won¡¯t kill you as soon as you step on their lands?¡±


    Taking the skirt of her dress in her hands, she rises from the floor. Her royal purple gown glistens in the faint candlelight. Purple was most definitely my Mother¡¯s color. In a restless manner, she starts to rummage through my drawers, separating essentials that I will need in Xosta.


    Proceeding with her business she continues. ¡°King Thybaut is a cold-blooded barbarian. They have no respect for our culture. For centuries we have been at odds because of their disrespect for human life. He placed a law that each family may only have one child in order to lower his Kingdom¡¯s poverty. If anyone breaks that law the additional child will be executed immediately. He would rather kill innocent children than lower their taxes for the impoverished. It is despicable.¡±


    In Theora culture, every birth of a child is a miracle from the Earth. We believe that the Earth is the source of all life, and therefore is sacred and should be treated as such. We regard our traditions and praise to the Earth, which has led to extremely fertile soil; resulting in plentiful harvests, healthy cattle, an abundance of wildflowers, and even fruit fertility of our people. Just the thought of executing children to reduce the Kingdom¡¯s poverty levels goes against everything we stand for. It puts a weight on my heart just thinking about it.


    Trying to ease both my Mother¡¯s mind and my own, I interpret her ramble during a brief lull. ¡°Perhaps this is a chance for positive change.¡±


    She shakes her head in disappointment. ¡°You are more naive than I thought if you think that. Women have no say in Royal regulation there. Your role will be to bear the Prince¡¯s children and nothing more.¡±


    ¡°Then why did Father agree to this? Surely you discussed this with him!¡± My voice raised on its own volition. I cringing inside that I even allowed myself to speak at that decibel. Princesses must never shout, but my fear is setting in seeing my Mother act this way. I have never seen her this unraveled.


    ¡°The King is blinded by the anxiety and terror that this War could bring. They are slowly making their way to our land, and our current defenses would certainly fail. He wouldn¡¯t listen to me.¡± The Queen slams the top dresser drawer shut. Her anger pushing it with force. ¡°I tired¡­ I tried so hard to change his mind¡­ but the King didn¡¯t want to risk asking for the alternative. The letter King Thybaut sent explicitly said ¡®this is a final offer, and will only come once¡¯.¡±


    A knock at the bed-chamber door cuts the tension in the room. One of the King¡¯s guards announces his presence before letting himself in. Following close behind him is the Xosta soldier I saw in the Throne room. The dark knight is, even more, intimidating up close. ¡°Your highnesses may I present Sir Esteve. He is the personal guard to Prince Galleren. He has been charged to accompany you from this moment forward to ensure your safe arrival to Xosta.¡±


    The Theora guard takes a low bow to us, while the Xosta guard stands tall and true. It is as if he is announcing his dominance in the room. Our trusted castle guard laughs uncomfortably at his behavior. ¡°Please don¡¯t mind Sir Esteve. He is a man of few words.¡± Before leaving the three of us alone, the King¡¯s guard takes one last bow toward me. ¡°Your presence in the castle will be missed, my lady. Please try and get some rest. You have a long journey ahead.¡±


    I take in every ounce of the guard¡¯s kindness, knowing that I will not see it where I am going. His words remind me of the love I have for the people of Theora. A tear of melancholy escapes from my eye. With a hand over my heart, I show a small courtesy of gratitude to the loyal guard for his thoughtfulness.


    ¡°Thank you,¡± I say gracefully.


    When The Queen and I are left with Sir Esteve the room falls silent. We can¡¯t talk ill of Xosta in front of the Prince¡¯s guard. I know that my Mother would not want to risk putting me in any more danger than I already am.


    Silently the two of us continued to pack while Sir Esteve stood watch. Steadfast he did not waiver, keeping his right hand on the hilt of his sword. His lack of voice causes me to think he is not just a ¡®man of few words¡¯, but that perhaps he is mute.


    Circling back to my vanity, I take the small wooden chest on the table that acts as my jewelry box. Looking at its interior I see the few pieces I have collected over the years. One of the teachings of our culture is to find joy in simple things, and only take what is necessary. As members of Royalty, each of us only has a handful of valuable possessions to call our own. Any excess valuables are given to the Kingdom to maintain prosperity.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    ¡°You may take, one.¡± The mute knight speaks to me. His voice is harsh and clear like he will not be kind enough to repeat himself.


    I turn to my Mother looking to her for guidance. She nods acknowledging Sir Esteve¡¯s request. ¡°Do as you¡¯re told. The less to carry the better I suppose.¡±


    Taking my fingers I trace across each piece of jewelry reflecting on each with fond memories. The pearl earrings I wore to my first ball. It was where my Father taught me to dance. Edom was still a baby at the time, but if he could I am sure he would have danced with me too.


    Looking at the plain gold band, I remember that it was a gift from my mother. She said that it belonged to my Great Grandmother and it is a treasured family heirloom. It meant the world to me that she entrusted me with such an important artifact. I am sure my mother would want to keep it with her for safekeeping.


    What stuck out to me was the brass broach I was given after my Earthly induction. The ancient ritual requires you to plant a seed and pray to the Earth for your soul and the Earth to be connected. The seed is chosen by the inductee at random and once bloomed will reveal the fate of that individual. A few weeks after induction, I returned to my seed, which had grown into a bright blooming mustard tree. I couldn¡¯t believe my eyes, that after a few short weeks my tiny seed had grown so large. My Father had a local blacksmith make this broach for me in celebration of my plant¡¯s results. The broach is simple but powerful. An upside-down triangle with a line slashing through the middle; commonly known as the ancient symbol for earth.


    If I am going to get through this alive, I am going to need divine intervention with me. Clutching the broach I close the jewelry box and place it back in its rightful place.


    ¡°I left the ring for you,¡± I say to my Mother.


    She looks at me with a smile. ¡°If you want to take it, it is yours.¡± My mother has always wanted the best for me, and for me to be happy. I know how much that ring means to her, and she would still have me take it.


    ¡°You let me keep it all this time, I think it is your turn.¡± Standing up I pack the broach away in a small sack. I manage a soft smile for my Mother. ¡°Besides, now you will have something to remember me by.¡±


    Without warning the Queen wrapped her arms around me in a loving embrace. As she holds me tight, I can feel every inch of care and love that she has for me, and I her. Squeezing her in return I send her the same message of admiration and respect. The tender moment was cut short by Sir Esteve, stomping his armored boot on the floor. He did not speak, but his demeanor spoke for him. I interpreted it as ¡®stop wasting time¡¯, but who knows how accurate that is.


    Wiping a small tear from her cheek, my Mother steps back from me. ¡°My apologies, I got caught in the moment. Ariella, you should be able to take care of the rest yourself. I should retire for the evening if I am to see you off tomorrow.¡±


    ¡°No.¡± the Knight declares. Astonishment takes over my Mother''s face. Any composure she had for this situation is long gone. ¡°What do you mean, no?¡± She says with a furrowed brow


    Sir Esteve moves from his fixed position taking one step forward. ¡°I said No. You are not to see her tomorrow.¡±


    The Queen is at her wit¡¯s end. Rage forming into crimson patches on her cheeks. ¡°As the Queen of Theora, you have no authority over me! If I want to see my daughter off on her last day home-¡±


    ¡°Your daughter does not belong to you!¡± His sharp tongue cut off any argument my Mother may have had. ¡°When King Edom III signed our treaty, Princess Ariella became the property of Prince Galleren. His instructions were quite clear. No family visitation on the day of travel. Unless you wish to break our agreement¡­¡±


    I shiver thinking that I belong to the Prince of Xosta. If these orders are any indication of his character, then I don¡¯t want to know what he is like in person. My heart is heavy knowing that I won¡¯t get to say goodbye to my brother. I am sure Prince Edom will be devastated when he finds out.


    With two hands the Queen grasps my face and looks me in the eyes. ¡°Always remember where you are from. You were born with the heart of a Theoran. Don¡¯t let them change that. May the Earth bless you, my beautiful girl.¡±


    I will carry her last words with me my entire journey. With a final goodbye, my Mother kisses me forehead one last time.


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    Sir Esteve slept in my room that night to ensure there were no surprise visitors. He used the stool at my vanity and propped himself against one of the corner walls. While he was able to sleep with a full set of armor on, I could not in my comfortable bed.


    There were many reasons I couldn¡¯t sleep. All of these changes are happening so quickly. What is my future going to look like? Is my mother right; is this not a wedding but a death sentence? When will I see my family again? I would have to assume that I will never see them again... I suppose I answered that question. Emotion bubbles up in my chest. I can feel the pressure of sadness begging to be let free. Everything in my body wanted to cry out as my Mother did moments ago. But I don¡¯t want to give Sir Esteve the satisfaction. I must be strong if I am going to make it out of this alive. I swallow my sorrow, and my pain, and save it for another day. With a deep breath, I close my eyes and hope for rest to follow.

 Chapter 3: Set Sail

    Sunlight was not what woke me this morning, but the sound of Sir Esteve¡¯s armor thrashing about the room. There were no candles lit, yet a light brightly came into view. From the Knight¡¯s neck hung a gold amulet that shone with a luminosity I have never seen before. It was similar to starlight, focused and concentrated. Unlike Theora, Xosta is known for its many magics; this must be one of them. I have never seen magic this closely before; it is beautiful. Suddenly the guided light pointed toward me. My eyes pulse with tension adjusting to the bright light in the room.


    ¡°What is that light from your neck?¡± I ask in a groggy voice. Hanging his head, he does not respond. Slowly Sir Esteve opens the bed-chamber door, waiting patiently for me to walk through. Much to my dismay, Sir Esteve¡¯s morning face was concealed by his dark helmet. I always enjoyed seeing my brother¡¯s befuddled state in the early mornings. Even though I doubt Sir Esteve is as delightful before the sun rises, it makes me wonder. What he could be hiding under all that iron?


    Seeing that my proxy had fallen silent again, I follow his orders. Slowly I rise and prepare for my long journey to Xosta. My limbs feel like they are moving through quicksand as I tie my cloak around my shoulders. Still waking up I let out a soft yawn, releasing some of my exhaustion.


    Making a mental note of everything, I see that all of my belongings have been taken. The servants must have come while I slept to put them in the carriage. I turn back one last time in the door frame, as a farewell to the bed-chamber I grew to love over the years. I have never seen my room so empty. A sore feeling aches in my heart that this room will most likely remain empty while I am absent from the castle.


    A draft from the hall sends a chill through me like it is pushing me to move forward. There is no point in lingering now. My new life has already begun. As Sir Esteve said last night, I am ¡®Prince Galleren¡¯s property¡¯ now.


    Gripping my green cloak I shiver, with a heaviness in my heart. I can¡¯t be homesick already, I haven¡¯t even left yet. Even so, my heart aches looking at the castle walls for the last time. Seeing the view of the Kingdom just outside the windows. Watching my brother take his first steps in my Mother¡¯s chambers. All these happy memories that I have had here, feel as if they are being taken from me. Just as I was about to lose myself in sorrow, my Mother''s words ring in my head. ¡®You were born with the heart of a Theoran. Don¡¯t let them change that¡¯


    As we come to the gates, there are no servants to see me off. It was out of the ordinary for the castle to feel this empty. No doubt this was Sir Esteve¡¯s doing. The cruel nature of Prince Galleren cutting me off from my family sends a pit into my stomach. I need to grow a thicker skin if I am to endure more of this.


    Our driver greets us warmly, opening the side door for his travelers. Stepping inside the carriage interior is dark, lined with silk. As the two of us take our seats Sir Esteve¡¯s amulet illuminates the carriage to reveal blue and gold detailing that was covered by the morning darkness. This is one of the family carriages we would take into town. It brings me a small comfort knowing that a little piece of home will be with me for part of the journey.


    With his right hand, Sir Esteve twists the pendant of his necklace making the light disappear from his chest. He hits the side of the carriage, signaling the driver that we are ready to depart.


    As the horses trot off, I stare out the window at the castle. Taking in the details of the stone, the ivy growing up the walls, and even how the moonlight shines on our Kingdom¡¯s flag. Looking at the place I grew up brings a feeling of hope and strength. So much is at stake with this alliance. I must remain strong, and hopeful that Xosta will provide the protection we need to survive. The future of my family and all of Theora depends on it.


    ??


    The ride to the port was long and taxing. I tried to get some sleep on the way there, but I failed. Between the anxiety of travel and the rocking of the carriage on the bumpy roads, it was a losing battle.


    Draytane Port is the closest harbor from Theora. Many of our goods are traded there. Every few years my Father would visit to check in on our Kingdoms suppliers. It was important to be active with our traders, especially in times like these. The people of Draytane are in a small number, but their resources and connections are extremely valuable.


    As we enter Draytane Sir Esteve straightens his posture, making sure all of his armor is tightly secured. The sound of the horse¡¯s hooves changes as we proceed through the cobblestone streets. There is all manner of people walking through town. Mostly human, but out of the corner of my eye I find a Sandserpant.


    These tall creatures have the appearance of a snake, but walk and act like humans. The legend is that long ago a human tribe was cursed by a witch for killing one of her pet snakes. Out of revenge, the witch cursed them and their progeny for all eternity to appear like the snakes they disregarded. I don¡¯t know how much truth is in that tale, but there is a saying that my mother once told me ¡®All tales are based on truths¡¯.


    They are extremely rare among these lands, but every so often they travel through and can be found in port towns such as this one. Their scales come in many shades and designs. From what I can tell, this one appeared to be female. You can always tell the sex of a Sandserpant by the marking at the crown of their forehead. Males tend to have strong bold stripes starting from the top of their forehead, all the way down their spine. Females have light delicate swirls that frame their eyes and cheeks and connect in the center of their forehead. They are a stunning species to look at.


    The Sandserpant is tall with gold and green scales running all down her body. Her slender frame made her legs look like they could go for miles. The orange and yellow of her eyes reflected off the sunlight so beautifully they could be gemstones. As I continued to gawk at her beauty, we accidentally made brief eye contact with one another. I waved gently with a small smile, but she did not seem to notice me. She seemed like she was distracted as if she was in a hurry. There are a lot of ships that leave this port. It is possible that she has a boat to catch. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    My admiration for the female Sandserpant was cut short when our carriage stopped at the marketplace. Our driver hastily left his seat to open the door for us.


    ¡°We have arrived at Draytane Port. Please step this way, your highness.¡± The driver reaches out his hand to me as a support to step safely to the ground. Before I could touch the driver¡¯s hand, Sir Esteve intervened, smacking his hand away.


    ¡°No touching.¡± He growls. Stepping out of the carriage the knight takes a sack of coins and hands it to the driver forcefully.


    ¡°My apologies, good sir I did not know-¡± The coachman quivers. The black knight shakes his head ignoring him, and looks at me. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±


    Leaving the carriage I acknowledge the driver for his service, but my words of affirmation didn¡¯t seem to ease him from Sir Esteve¡¯s harshness.


    ¡°Why did you do that? There was no need to put your hands on him.¡± I was frustrated. How can he treat people like that? I would never imagine speaking that way to a servant.


    Clearing his throat, the Knight lets out an annoyed sigh. ¡°How many times must I say it? You belong to Prince Galleren. Therefore he is the only man permitted to touch you. Now shut your mouth before the ship leaves port without us.¡±


    I was flabbergasted. No one has ever spoken to me like that before. I can taste the bitterness for Xosta growing in my mouth. I must swallow my pride. ¡®Be gracious¡¯ I remind myself. Taking in a deep breath in my nose and out my mouth, the bitter taste leaves my palet.


    As the two of us walked through the Marketplace, I could see the tall masts of the ships just ahead. The streets were filled with all types of goods. Every fruit, vegetable, and meat I could think of was there. My mouth began to water as we passed a strawberry farmer. I have loved strawberries since I was a little girl. They are in my opinion, the perfect fruit.


    While Sir Esteve isn¡¯t looking I quickly pull two silver from my pockets and give them to the humble farmer. ¡°A bushel of your best strawberries please.¡±


    The woman stall keeper smiles while taking my coin. ¡°Coming right up!¡± quickly she shuffles through her stock and pulls the most beautiful box of strawberries I have ever seen. Each one was perfectly supple, red and ripple. ¡°Here you are, miss. Enjoy!¡±


    With an eager grin, I take my berries thinking about how delicious they must taste. Turning back I am surprised to see that Sir Esteve is nowhere to be found. He couldn¡¯t have gone too far. Head toward his previous direction I search the market for him, but he is nowhere to be found. A pit in my stomach sets in. Did he board the ships without me?


    Slightly panicked I quicken my pace toward the ships ahead. Seeing a fishmonger along my route, I decided to ask him for aid. Perhaps he has seen him.


    ¡°Excuse me, have you seen a large knight in ebony armor?¡± Busy with business the man shakes his head. From his manner, I could see that he was only half-listening. Not giving up I try again. ¡°Please Sir, have you seen-¡±


    ¡°Listen lady!¡± he snaps ¡°Maybe I did see him, but If you aren¡¯t going to buy something then leave.¡± His disrespectful tone lit a fire in my belly. Clenching my teeth I bite my anger.


    All of my coin is packed away on the boat by now. I just had to buy those strawberries¡­ I am starting to regret my carelessness. I have to keep moving if I am going to find Sir Esteve in time to board.


    Pushing through the last of the crowd I find myself at the harbor. Ships of every size lined up on the water. Most of them are for cargo no doubt. Frantically I walk along the dock looking aimlessly for my knight in dark shining armor.


    After a few moments of searching and asking the occasional townsperson, I still was not successful. Fear sets in as I realize what these strawberries might have cost me. What if the ship left without me? It will take at least two weeks for them to send another ship. What if they break off the alliance because I didn¡¯t board? My heart jumps out of my chest when I am pulled backward by a strong metal grip.


    ¡°There you are!¡± Furiously Sir Esteve drags my arm down the docks. I never thought I would ever be happy to see Sir Esteve until this moment. Promptly we ran till we came to a large ship with dark red sails and black stained wood.


    Sir Esteve did not let go of me for a moment, even as we were boarding. His hold on my arm was too tight for comfort. ¡°Sir Esteve, you are hurting me!¡±


    My words only seemed to make his grip tighter. Silently he dragged me inside the hold of the ship to a small room with two beds. There was not a window to be seen. Without the lantern lit in the corner I fear the room would have been pitch black.


    Slamming the door behind him he throws me inside. As I cross the threshold a waft of damp air tickles my senses. The warm ocean breeze seeping through the cracks of the planks around us. Nearly losing my balance I hold my sore arm, pulsing from the relief of the knight¡¯s grasp.


    ¡°You didn¡¯t have to be so rough. I thought no man was allowed to touch me anyway...¡±


    ¡°When the Princess is disobeying direct orders, there are exceptions.¡± he sneers. Has he no heart under that cauldron?


    Coming down from my anxiety I take a moment to look around the room. I recognize a few of the things that I packed from last night. As I walked toward my things the creaks in the floorboards followed me with every step. Looking through, I notice one of the bags I packed is missing. The one with the broach was nowhere to be seen. Glancing at Sir Esteve, he is standing still guarding the door.


    Straightening my skirt I lift my head nobility. ¡°One of my bags is missing.¡± Sir Esteve continued his solemn stance like he was deaf. When I attempt to walk past him out the door, he extends his arm blocking my path. ¡°I need to find my bag. Please step aside.¡±


    Moving tighter against the door frame he says, ¡°You are not leaving this room till we set sail. I won¡¯t risk you running off again. You can wait till morning. I suggest you make yourself comfortable.¡±


    Why is he so stubborn? It is infuriating! Is this how Prince Galleren is going to be with me as well? I need a drink¡­


    Taking a bottle of wine from one of my suitcases, I pour myself a glass. But before I drink it, the Theoran in me says to offer kindness, it is one of our teachings. I offer the full glass to Sir Esteve, as a gesture of goodwill. Slowly he looks at the glass, for a moment I thought that he would accept my gesture, but disappointingly he looks away. His silent act is beginning to get old. It is his loss. Theora has some of the best red wine in the country. I knew I had to pack a bottle or two before I left. Swiftly I guzzle down my drink savoring in every last drop. With every gulp down my throat, I can feel the tension through my body fade. I hope there is good wine in Xosta¡­ I have a feeling I am going to need it.

 Chapter 4: The Princesss Arrival

    When we docked in Xosta I couldn¡¯t believe my eyes. It was a wasteland. No grass, or flowers, just dry cracking desert. Stepping on the shores for the first time was bizarre. There was no sand as I was accustomed too, but small pebbles that lined the beach. The air was hot and thick with the blazing sun above us. The ground seemed to trap the heat; each step toward town resonated warmth under the skirt of my dress.


    Waiting just off the shores was another yet another carriage. The exterior was a sandy beige with gold, red, and black details through each piece of timber. Every detail was painted to perfection. It must have taken months to decorate the carriage like this. When our driver came to meet us at the door, my appreciation for the art disappeared. The man''s clothes were run ragged and covered in dirt and grime. As we approached closer I could see that he had not bathed for some time and that he was very tan from being in the sun. Looking down to the ground, I see that his sandals are worn so much that they could fall apart at any moment.


    As the workmen from the ship began to load my things I noticed a clear difference in the servants from my lands compared to here. The poverty in Xosta is just as I and my mother had said. My heart breaks for the hopelessness that they bear. These are soon to be my people, my responsibility. I don¡¯t want to let them down.


    Thinking quick on my feet, I glance over the various bags looking for anything of value. I was hoping to find the dowry chest, but I settled for the next best thing.


    ¡°Stop! Please hold one moment.¡± The servant I called comes to a stop. He is carrying a case that I recognize. I hope what I am looking for is in there. Before Sir Esteve has time to stop me I run over to the servant and rummage through the case. A smile spreads across my face when I find what I was looking for; a pair of riding boots that I had barely used. These are perfect.


    ¡°Thank you, carry on.¡± I nod to the servant thankful that he took the time to stop for me. Rushing back to the carriage I see Sir Esteve waiting impatiently by the open door. I didn¡¯t care what he thought of me. This is my chance to do something that could make a difference, even if it is just one person. With grace, I hand the boots over to the bone-weary driver.


    ¡°I want you to have these,¡± I say kindly. He looks at me with shock and confusion. The driver¡¯s glance then travels to Sir Esteve as if looking for permission to accept my present.


    ¡°Don¡¯t mind him. This is my gift to you. I would be humbled if you wore them.¡± The man took the boots and traced the edges of the fine leather with his calloused fingers. Tears swelled in his eyes as he stared at the pristine footwear now in his possession.


    ¡°Th-Thank you, Princess.¡± My heart filled with happiness knowing that I was able to help this man. But in true Xostan fashion, my joy was cut short. Forcefully Sir Esteve pushes our driver to the ground without warning. The poor man cried out in pain as if anticipating what comes next.


    ¡°Stop that!¡± I screamed. But Sir Esteve did not listen. Taking his armored boot he gave the man three strong and sharp kicks in the stomach. Each hit into the man¡¯s body felt like a dagger in my chest. I couldn¡¯t look away from what was happening right in front of me. I have never witnessed such violence. The driver cried out in pain for every strike of Sir Esteve¡¯s boot. After the third strike, the Knight decided he was finished with doling out his punishment. Pointing to the carriage he says to me. ¡°Get in.¡±


    Before following his order, I see that the coachman is still moving and I sigh with slight relief. Once I take my place inside Sir Esteve soon follows. He sits in front of me as if nothing happened. His smugness and disregard for others angers me to my core.


    ¡°Why did you do that to him? He did nothing wrong!¡± I can¡¯t help but raise my voice. His actions are unacceptable. ¡°You are a Knight, have you no honor?¡±


    The black knight bows his head as if he is reliving his head from the weight of his helmet. ¡°Servants are not permitted to speak to nobility, even when spoken too. You are the one that has no honor.¡±


    I am speechless. How do they care for their people if they don¡¯t converse with them? Just that interaction I had with the coachman is deemed disgraceful in their eyes. It makes me sick to my stomach knowing that all these people in poverty can¡¯t speak for themselves. Not wishing to speak with Sir Esteve any longer, I bite my lip the rest of the journey to the castle. I don¡¯t wish to say anything I will regret.


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    I couldn¡¯t stop thinking about our driver the entire way to the palace. As we drove through Xosta I saw hundreds of people just like our coachman; poor, hungry, and weak. Children so thin you can see the ribs protruding out of their chest. Each person we passed I kept imagining them taking the same punishment that Sir Esteve gave just moments ago. My heart aches for these people. I want to help them. Am I the only one who sees the anguish before me? If I am not killed first, I will make it my life¡¯s work to improve the lives of the Xostan civilians.


    When the carriage comes to a halt, I grip the seat beneath me for stability. My chest is pounding loudly with anxiety. Staring out the window I see a tall and regal man, dressed in fine silk clothing. His large crown was heavy with jewels that shined brightly with every movement he made. Two exhausted servants with large palm fans stood at his sides pushing cool air in his direction. Undoubtingly, this must be King Thybaut.


    I swallow hard, mentally preparing myself to make a good first impression. I can¡¯t afford to be on the King¡¯s bad side. I need to be the height of decorum in order for this alliance between our two Kingdoms to work. The smallest mistake could be my undoing.


    I have heard horror stories of King Thybaut¡¯s vulgar regard for women. To this day, no one knows what became of his Queen. Shortly after the birth of Prince Galleren, she disappeared. Some speculate that she died in childbirth. Others say that the King killed her as soon as she produced a male heir, just to be rid of her. My mouth goes dry at the thought of his cruelty. Will Prince Galleren kill me once I produce a male heir too? Taking a deep breath in and out I toss away my racing thoughts. I must have a clear and focused mind when I meet the King.


    When I step out of the carriage with Sir Esteve I get the first good look at my new home. It is by far the largest castle I have ever seen. It must be at least twice as large as the palace in Theora. The limestone fortress is truly a sight to behold. Every frame of door and window was traced with small delicate details. Taking closer notice, I see there is a variety of flower and vine-like carvings throughout the stone walls. It reminds me of the painting on the carriage that brought us here. I am in awe.


    When I approach the King at the top of the palace stairs, Sir Esteve speaks. ¡°Your Majesty, may I present Princess Ariella of Theora.¡±


    I lower my head and bow to the powerful King before me. I make sure to hold for just a moment, signifying my respect for him. ¡°It is an honor to meet you, your Majesty.¡± My voice is strong and graceful, just as I wanted. When I raise my head King Thybaut¡¯s gaze is directly on me. With a malevolent smile, he says, ¡°Welcome Princess. you are as beautiful as they say. I am very pleased.¡±The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    While I feel there are some negative connotations to his words, I must acknowledge his compliment. ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty.¡±


    The mighty King claps his hands loudly signaling more servants forward. ¡°See too Princess Ariella¡¯s things.¡± He orders. ¡°Mira! Come forth!¡±


    A slender servant girl rushes forward to the King¡¯s side. Her brunette hair long and mangled over her shoulders. Her clothing is worn and torn in several places. From the looks of it, she is wearing a male tunic that is clearly oversized on her tiny frame. When Mira and I make eye contact she quickly bows. ¡°It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance my lady,¡± she says in a raspy tone. She sounds like she has not had a drink of water all day. With this heat, she must be parched.


    After Mira rises from her bow, King Thybaut continues. ¡°Mira will be your handmaid from this point forward. Sir Esteve, please return to Prince Galleren immediately. He requires you in his study.¡± The dark Knight obeys the King instantly, walking swiftly in the castle without even the smallest farewell. Which I expected seeing as Sir Esteve and I did not seem to mesh very well on our journey.


    ¡°Please follow me, your highness. I will show you to your chambers.¡± Mira signals with her hand guiding me in the right direction. I keep my head high walking past King Thybaut. I don¡¯t want to show him any signs of weakness. I must remain strong if I am going to get through this alive and save Theora from an Orcish invasion.


    ¡°Just this way my lady.¡± Mira¡¯s sweet raspy voice echoes in the large palace halls. I was surprised to see that almost every wall was decorated in art. Mostly tapestries and paintings, but each were unique in their own way. I was most amazed by the large tapestries we would pass by; each more intricate than the last. Some told the stories of Xosta History, the majority of which were depicting War. One tapestry caught my eye that was different than all the others I had seen. Xosta was shown as a lush, vibrant, green land. In the center of the fabric was the castle, standing tall among many flowers and full trees. I could not help but stop in my tracks to admire its beauty. It looks like¡­ Theora.


    Mira noticed that I had fallen behind. Retracing her steps she calls out for me. ¡°Everything okay Miss?¡±


    I nod. ¡°What is this tapestry, Mira? Is this supposed to be the Xosta palace?¡± Mira looks to the piece of art, examining the woven picture illustrated in thread.


    ¡°Yes, Princess. This is when the castle was first built.¡± It looked so different from what it is now. It is hard to believe that they are one in the same. ¡°It looks so¡­ different.¡±


    Mira shakes her head up and down. ¡°I agree. A few short years after the castle was built the Kingdom experienced a terrible drought. Without rain, all the plants and flowers could not survive. To this day we have still not experienced enough rain to sustain our own crops.¡±


    It is no wonder their people are suffering. With the Kingdom unable to grow their own crops they rely on traders which must cost a fortune.


    ¡°Speaking of water, would you like me to draw you a hot bath? You must be exhausted from your journey.¡± As Mira said the word ¡®bath¡¯ I did a quick body scan and realized how filthy I was. Being on the ship for the past few days must have dulled my senses. My skin crawls as I now feel every piece of dirt that I picked up on my travels. While I haven¡¯t looked into a mirror, I know that my hair must be a greasy mess. Turning back to Mira I smile.


    ¡°A bath sounds wonderful.¡±


    ¡°Very well then miss. Your bed-chamber is just this way. I will prepare your bath right away.¡± Mira leads me down to the end of the hall where a closed large door stood. The panels were decorated similarly to what I saw outside the palace. When they built this castle they took great care in every detail. I was struck with a bright light as my new handmaiden opened my bed-chamber door.


    Large windows surrounded most of the exposed walls. The room¡¯s color scape was a combination of red, purple, and dark blue. The colors were beautiful and vibrant in the sunlight that peered through the large windows. The ceilings were raised high with drapes of multi-colored fabrics. In the corner of the room was a large double bed, with a canopy draped over top. Gold paint was lined on the floor and ceiling molding, which echoed the other pieces of gold throughout the room. It was absolutely stunning.


    ¡°Prince Galleren picked this room just for you my lady. I believe he said he wanted you to have the best room in the palace before your big day tomorrow.¡±


    Tomorrow? It took me a moment, but I pieced the puzzle in my head. The wedding is tomorrow¡­ thinking about walking down the aisle makes my face go numb with nerves. I didn¡¯t realize it would be this soon. How can I do this? I have no one to be there with me. I have to do this alone. My face must have given away my emotions. Mira places her hand on my shoulder grounding my fear.


    ¡°The wedding is tomorrow Miss, did no one tell you?¡± I shake my head, biting my lip to conceal it trembling. ¡°It is okay to be nervous my Lady. It is the biggest day of your life. I will be with you all the way.¡±


    Mira has such a kind voice. When she speaks I feel calm and collected. I am happy to hear that I will have someone to lean on.


    ¡°Thank you, Mira. I think I am ready for that bath now.¡± Mira jumps back and takes a small bow. ¡°Yes my Lady, right away.¡±


    She had a pep in her step that I couldn¡¯t tell if it was excitement or nerves. Perhaps we are both nervous about our new roles to play. As I waited for Mira to return I took a moment to look around my new bed-chamber. It was much larger than I was used to.


    As I explore about the room a small incense burner catches my eye. I never used one before, but I have heard they contain oils and perfumes that can help alter your mood. Shuffling through the drawers I find a variety of incense sticks, each a different color and marked as per their contents. The first is a dark pink marked as ¡®Rose¡¯. The second was frankincense in a chestnut brown coating. The third was a purple stick scented with lavender. Lavender sounds like exactly what I need, perfect for calming anxiety.


    Taking the small lilac stick, I delicately place it in the incense holder. I come to a halt when I realize that I can¡¯t find anything to light it. There was no tinder box insight.


    ¡°Have you never used a fire rock before?¡± I jump out of my skin with shock. Who on earth could that be? I turned to find Sir Esteve had entered my bed chambers.


    ¡°What are you doing here?¡± I ask, catching my breath. The Knight sighs under his breath as he approaches me. ¡°Apparently I am here to help you use a fire rock.¡±


    Moving toward the incense he picks up a small decorative rock from the table. Watching him closely I raise my brow. ¡°What is that supposed to do?¡±


    Taking the smooth rock in one hand he grips it tightly while flicking the tip with his fingers. To my surprise after a few small strokes, sparks began to fly from the rock. This must be another enchanted item, like the amulet of light around Sir Esteve¡¯s neck.


    When the incense begins to burn, Sir Esteve proudly places the rock back from whence it came. ¡°There.¡± he says roughly.


    While I am grateful for the help, I can¡¯t help but wonder why he is here. ¡°Why are you here Sir Esteve? I thought you would be with Prince Galleren?¡±


    The dark Knight nods. ¡°Yes, I was. He wished for me to pass along a message. The Prince sends you his regards, and that he will not be seeing you tonight as he was happy with my report.¡±


    Confused, I ask, ¡°Happy with your report?¡±


    Fixing his posture Sir Esteve looks to me in reply. ¡°I gave him a full report of your appearance, and he has deemed your beauty worthy enough for the marriage to move forward.¡±


    He deems my appearance worthy? If I were hideous would he have called off the alliance? What kind of game is he playing at? I could feel the rage rush to my cheeks at the Prince¡¯s selfishness.


    Sarcastically I ask the Knight. ¡°And what if I don¡¯t deem his appearance worthy?¡±


    My last question stops Sir Esteve from finishing our conversation. I could tell he wanted to leave, but I wasn¡¯t done with him just yet.


    ¡°Then it¡¯s simple¡­ I¡¯ll kill you.¡± and with those simple chilling words, he left.

 Chapter 5: Last Night Alone

    ¡°Princess Ariella, are you alright? You look like you saw a ghost.¡± Mira¡¯s voice woke me from my daze. I am uncertain how much time has past since Sir Esteve left me with that threat. The knight¡¯s words continue to ring in my ear. I¡¯ll kill you¡­ I¡¯ll kill you¡­


    The lump in my throat continues to swell with fear as my new handmaiden guides me to the hot bath she has prepared. The cooper bathtub is large and deep. I feel my body being drawn to the steaming water the closer we approach. Part of me feels like I am already in water; drowning in my worries.


    Slowly I disrobe, handing my clothes to Mira one by one. Strategically I try to cover as much of my body as I can as I hand her my garments. Getting down to the last layer, I ask. ¡°Would you mind¡­ turning around for a moment?¡± Mira nods and smiles politely. ¡°Yes, my Lady.¡± and turns to the wall away from me.


    Once my undergarments are freed from my body I quickly place one of my legs in the warm water. The hot temperature sends a tingling sensation through my limb. Closing my eyes I embrace the scolding bathwater and submerge myself. ¡°You may turn around now.¡± I can¡¯t help but sound like a bashful little girl. However, since I am so relaxed I find that I am not as self-conscious about my body as I normally am. Every muscle in my being is soothed. As the steam reaches my face I feel an unfamiliar herb.


    ¡°What is that smell?¡± I ask. Mira reaches into one of the cupboards and pulls out a few towels and a sponge. ¡°It is chamomile, my lady. Is it to your liking?¡±


    Taking in the sweet scent again, I feel each inhalation calming the tension through all the bones in my body. ¡°It is lovely,¡± I reply.


    Mira smiles softly as she takes the sponge and sinks it into the warm water. While the relaxing bath is helping me keep my mind off things, I need a bigger distraction.


    ¡°Tell me a little about yourself, Mira. How long have you been in the castle?¡± One of the many wise things my Father taught me was the art of conversation. When in doubt, always ask people about themselves. There is not a person in the world who does not like to talk about themselves.


    ¡°There is not much to tell I am afraid. I was born and raised in Xosta. My father is the palace butcher, and my mother was a candle maker. She died just a few years ago. After that, I came to work in the castle. I have been here for about three years now.¡±


    Hearing that she lost her Mother breaks my heart. I can¡¯t imagine the heartbreak I would endure if my Mother had passed away. There is a special bond that daughters have with their Mothers; it is unlike any other. ¡°I am sorry for your loss. That must have been hard for you and your father. How did she die?¡±


    Gently, Mira continued to wipe down my body with her sponge. ¡°It was an illness, my Lady,¡± she said quietly. Looking at her hands I could see the wear from all the hard work she must have been doing. Dirt and grime surround her cuts and callouses from as much as I could see.


    ¡°Mira, would you like a bath as well?¡± her eyes widened in surprise. ¡°There is a lake by the castle that the servants of the palace bathe in. I will be washing up there later this evening. I apologize if I am not presentable for your Ladyship.¡±


    Stopping her, I take the sponge from her hand and look Mira in the eyes. ¡°Nonsense. There is so much bathwater here and I am practically clean already. I would hate for this hot water to go to waste. Do you have spare clean clothes?¡±


    Mira nods her head. ¡°Yes my Lady, forgive me, but we are not permitted to bathe in the palace. King Thybaut¡¯s orders are final.¡±


    This tyrant King has too much control. The rebel in me is excited to know that I will be breaking his rules. ¡°You are my handmaid. If I say you can bathe here, then you shall. Go fetch your clothes. I will finish up here. When I am done you will have your turn.¡±


    My handmaid bows to me, practically touching the floor. ¡°Thank you, your highness! You are too kind!¡± I could hear the excitement in her voice. I can¡¯t imagine the last time she must have had a hot bath.


    ¡°Well don¡¯t just stand there. Go and get your things.¡± With a joyful grin, Mira skips off.


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    As the day soon came to a close, Mira prepared a fire to warm the room. The desert lands of Xosta get quite cold in the night, we will most likely be lighting the fireplace regularly. My little brother Edom always enjoyed time next to the hearth. He would insist on gathering every piece of kindling himself. In the winter, we would often have picnics by the fire, and read our favorite stories. How I miss him¡­ It has been over a week now since I have left Theora. Edom must be devastated without me there. I hate that I did not get to say goodbye to him. He is such a big part of my heart, it pains me being away from him. Maybe I can write to him.


    Moving to my desk I see everything is prepared for writing a proper letter. The inkwell was full, and there was a stack of newly pressed parchment ready for the taking. Sitting down, I take the quill and think about what to write. I don¡¯t know how much my parents have told him. Does he even know I am in Xosta?


    I can¡¯t worry about that. If there is a chance I never see my brother again I want him to know the truth. He deserves that much. Softly I dip the quill into the inkwell and begin my letter.


    Dearest Brother,


    I miss you terribly. The journey to Xosta was long, but I have arrived here safely. I feel dreadful that we couldn¡¯t say goodbye before I left. Everything happened so quickly, I am still in shock about it. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    Tomorrow I am to be married to Prince Galleren, the Prince of Xosta. I am nervous, but also proud to take this honor for my Kingdom. I have hope that this alliance will give us a fighting chance against the Orc army. It saddens me that you and the rest of our family will not be there on this most special occasion. I am scared of doing this alone. Thankful I have made a friend to help me get through this. My new handmaid Mira is kind and thoughtful. She has been taking very good care of me since I arrived.


    Someday I hope you and Mother and Father can visit. The palace is beautiful, with too many rooms to count. I have already picked out a few great places for ¡®hide and seek¡¯.


    I am counting on you to be strong Edom. You are going to make a wise and noble King someday; with or without me. Give my love to Mother and Father as well. Respect and care for them always.


    With Love,


    Ariella


    Carefully I place the completed letter aside to dry. If I fold the parchment too soon, the ink will bleed.


    ¡°Would you like to prepare for bed Princess?¡± Mira asks. I smile looking at her clean skin and shiny hair. It truly amazes me how much different a hot bath can make.


    ¡°Excellent idea,¡± I reply. Walking away from my desk I see Mira shuffling through one of the cases of clothing I had packed. From the bottom of the pile, she pulls out a long white nightgown and shakes out the wrinkles and dust from its confinement.


    I face my back to her, signaling help with my corset. Taking my cue, Mira begins to untie the tight strings holding my waist. With each notch that was undone, a wave of relief floods my torso. My lungs regain full mobility once the cage around my ribs falls to the floor.


    I know what comes next, but there is no bathwater to hide me now. I have always been shy when it came to stripping down, even with my handmaidens at home. Taking in a quick breath, Mira starts to pull the left shoulder of my dress when I see an alternative standing in front of me.


    ¡°Wait just a moment. May I use a partition?¡± Mira stops immediately. ¡°Of course your highness. I will leave your nightgown draped over top.¡±


    I exhale the breath I had been unconsciously holding. How am I going to get through the wedding night if I can¡¯t even undress in front of Mira? Feeling slightly disappointed in myself, I walk behind the partition and undress. As the nightgown flows over my head, it feels like a sea of comfort surrounding me. Being a Princess has its advantages, but the tight dresses are certainly not one of them.


    After dressing, I walk around the barrier between Mira and I, and see that she is patiently waiting with a comb in her hand. Taking a seat by the fire, Mira combs through my long blonde hair, taking out every knot and tangle with her gentle hands. The soft feeling of the comb causes me to close my eyes in relaxation. As she continues her good work, the sparks of the fire call out to me in my ears. Each sizzle and pop of the bonfire like a symphony to my senses.


    ¡°Would you like me to send out that letter for you Princess?¡± Mira is very observant. That is a great trait to have as a handmaid.


    ¡°Yes, please¡­ Mira, do you have any siblings?¡± With family on the brain, I am curious to know more about her¡¯s.


    Before she speaks, Mira pauses for a moment as if she was uncomfortable. ¡°No, I don¡¯t my lady. It is the law here that no family may have more than one child.¡±


    I feel so insensitive. How could I have forgotten? ¡°Oh¡­ yes, that is right.¡± I don¡¯t want to offend her if I talk about my brother. Who knows what she has witnessed on the streets. The terror of seeing children being ripped from their homes must be devastating.


    ¡°You have a little brother don¡¯t you, your highness? Is that who your letter is for?¡± Her voice is steady. I can¡¯t sense any discomfort, perhaps she is okay talking about it after all.


    ¡°That¡¯s right. His name is Edom, after my father and my great grandfather. He will be turning seven this year.¡± Placing the comb down, Mira takes a strand of cloth and begins to braid my hair. ¡°Are you two close?¡± she asks.


    ¡°Very much. I love him with all my heart. I wasn¡¯t allowed to say goodbye to him before I left. Sir Esteve said that Prince Galleren gave him orders to keep me separate from them once I was told of the marriage. Is the Prince always that controlling?¡±


    Taking a moment, Mira pauses like she is choosing her words wisely. ¡°The Prince is very¡­ particular.¡±


    In other words, he is stubborn. Not to mention superficial. I still am furious that he would even consider not marrying me just on my appearance. I need to be careful about how I speak of the Prince. While I feel I can trust Mira, there is still a chance that she could be reporting back to the King.


    ¡°I see,¡± I say neutrally.


    When I feel the finished hairstyle, I can tell there are no flyaways, and that everything is smooth and tight. An excellent braid. Standing from the warm seat by the fire, I move


    to my bed to retire for the evening.


    ¡°Is there anything else I can do for you, my Lady?¡± Mira stands up straight waiting for her next task.


    Shaking my head I say. ¡°No, that will be all.¡±


    Mira moves to my desk and folds my letter, carefully placing it in her pocket. ¡°I will send this first thing in the morning. Goodnight your Highness.¡± With a quick bow, she takes her leave.


    Now I am left here for my last night alone. I am going to savor every last moment. Slipping under the covers I gather each sheet and pull them over my body. The quality of the fabric is divine, I feel as if I am laying on a cloud in the heavens.


    Before I have the chance to close my eyes, I hear the sound of iron footsteps in front of my bed-chamber door. Who could that be at this hour? My heart races fearing the worst. Could this be someone sent here to kill me before the wedding? Or perhaps they wish to take advantage of me before my wedding night? The lump in my throat returns thinking of all the terrible possibilities.


    Quietly I sprint out of bed, grabbing the letter opener from my writing desk. Careful I step toward the door ready for anything. I am sure I won''t stand a chance of whoever is there, but I am not going down without a fight.


    The footsteps seemed to have stopped just outside the wooden door. Taking in a deep breath of bravery, I open the door holding my dull weapon forward, my hands shaking with nerves.


    Two Xosta guard soldiers stand in front of me, carrying large wooden spears. Unlike Sir Esteve, their helmets were open so that their faces were fully visible. Both of the men looked at me confused, which is when I realize that they are not here to harm me. They are here to protect me. ¡°Is something the matter Princess?¡± One of the guards inquired.


    ¡°No, nothing! Carry on!¡± Completely mortified I slam the door shut. I am frozen with embarrassment as I look down at my letter opener. Leaning against the door for support I hear soft laughter coming from the halls. I am sure the guards will be entertained for days about this. Now that I am utterly humiliated, I think I am ready to be done with this day. Full of shame I place the knife back on my desk, hide under the covers, and toss and turn till I drift off to sleep.

 Chapter 6: The Bride to be

    I woke up on my wedding day with mixed emotions. This is the day I have been waiting for my whole life. Part of a Princesses duty is to marry and unite their Kingdom with another. However, I never imagined that I would be married to the Prince of our enemy Kingdom. For all, I know the wedding is actually an execution. The Monarchy in Xosta is known for its cruelty, and lack of empathy. They represent the exact opposite of the morals that Theora teaches. It would be no shock to me if King Thybaut proceeded through with the marriage and then killed me just out of spite. However, there is a chance that this alliance is, in fact, genuine, and that their armies combined with Theora¡¯s would be enough to save my Kingdom from the Orcs. If I am to die today, I know I will die for the chance to save my family and my people.


    Mira brought me breakfast in bed, presenting me with a beautiful array of fruits and cheese accompanied by a loaf of bread. A steaming hot cup of chamomile tea rested on my side table to quench my thirst. While the food and drink that was in front of me looked amazing, my throat was parched for something else.


    ¡°In my red case are some bottles of wine. If you will, please pour me a glass.¡± Mira does as she is told and takes out a goblet with my desired red nectar. Popping the cork, she pours me a small glass.


    ¡°Here you are, my Lady.¡± Accepting the cup I take a moment to enjoy the smell. Theora wine has such a sweet, yet earthy scent; it is intoxicating. With ease, I swallow the red wine in just a few sips, leaving not even a drop behind. Holding out the empty glass, I order her for more. Taking the bottle again, Mira pours wine into the goblet till it is full.


    ¡°Are you nervous for today your Highness?¡± Mira asks. I nod as I drink more wine. ¡°May I suggest some bread before more drink. I would hate for you to fall ill.¡± A knock at the door steals Mira¡¯s attention. Carefully she places the bottle on a nearby table and attends to our visitor.


    Taking Mira¡¯s advice I begin to pick at my breakfast little by little. The bread was baked just right. The outside has the perfect crunch while still keeping a soft and warm center. Next, I try the berries. I am so excited to see strawberries on my plate that the wedding jitters disappeared for a moment. As I savor the first bite of my favorite fruit, Mira and a few servants bring in a giant ball gown covered in back lace.


    ¡°What is that?¡± I ask. Mira straightens out the shirt as the other servants hang the dress from the partition. ¡°It is your wedding dress, your highness.¡±


    My wedding dress was completely different than what I imagined. Almost the entirety of the gown was black with a few red rubies were accented at the bust and waist. What caught my eye was the off the shoulder sleeves, and low neckline. I have never worn something showing that much skin in my life. Think of walking down the aisle in that dress makes my head want to spin.


    ¡°The King insisted you wear this, my Lady. Apparently he had it made just for you...¡± Mira¡¯s tone said it all. She knows exactly what I do. That this dress is a mockery of my Kingdom. He deliberately chose the dress to be in Xosta colors which goes against the white wedding gown tradition. On top of which exposes an extreme amount of skin that disgraces our practices of respecting one¡¯s body.


    Gripping my sheets I send daggers with my eyes at the dress, hoping if I think hard enough they will reach the King.


    Making sure I have enough to eat I take a few more bites of food, then wash it down with wine. With the liquid courage flowing in my blood, I have the strength to rise from bed and begin to get ready.


    The other servants brought in a few other things that peeked my curiosity. Everything a bride could hope for on her wedding day was right in front of me. Necklaces, earrings, flowers of every color and shape I could imagine. All of this wealth in front of me was overwhelming. I have never seen so much jewelry in my life.


    ¡°Do you see anything you like Princess?¡± Mira¡¯s voice brings me out of my gemstone trance.


    ¡°Actually, there is only one piece of jewelry I wish to wear today.¡± On a mission, I scour through my bags and look for the one I packed myself. Lifting one of the suitcases, I find what I am looking for. It was hidden underneath some heavier cases and seemed to be flattened by the weight. I hope everything inside is okay.


    Taking out the bag from its hiding place, I open up the pouch to find my broach shaped in Theora¡¯s sacred earth symbol. Unfortunately, the brass item was damaged during travel. The pin in the back used to cling to clothes had completely broken off, leaving it useless. Is this a sign from the earth? Is the marriage doomed before it even began? I should have been more careful...


    Like a child, I start to cry as if my favorite toy was taken away from me. ¡°My Lady, what is the matter?¡± Mira approaches seeing the broken broach in my hands.


    ¡°It¡¯s broken¡­ the only piece of jewelry I wanted to wear today. I can¡¯t believe I allowed this to happen.¡±  I am shaking with frustration, the only person I can blame is myself. I should have kept it with me the whole trip. I should have forced my way past Sir Esteve on the ship and retrieved it before we set sail; or better yet kept it with me from the beginning.


    ¡°Please don¡¯t cry, Princess. Everything will be alright. I may have a way to salvage your broach.¡±  Wiping my tears, I watch Mira with a glimmer of hope in my eye. She takes a quick glance at the necklaces that were brought in earlier and picks up a sapphire pendant. Mira opens the clasp and slides the pendant off from its chain, placing it back with the other jewels.


    Approaching me again she extends her hand, ¡°May I?¡± With the promise of saving the last physical piece of Theora I have left, I hand the broach to Mira.


    With a few small motions, my handy handmaid changed my broach into a necklace. ¡°I know it is not the same, but-¡±


    ¡°It''s beautiful!¡± I am so happy I could cry. That broach was meant to be a necklace. It is simple, but it embodies everything that I am. ¡°Will you put it on me?¡± Mira agrees to my request. Lifting my hair from my neck my handmaid extends her arms around the neckline, clasping my new favorite necklace together. Holding the pendant in my hand brings me a warm comfort to my soul. Even though my family is not here with me, It feels as though they are here in spirit.


    ¡°Your Highness, Have you thought about hair and makeup?¡± Hair and makeup is about the last thing I have been worrying about.


    I shake my head, ¡°I can''t say I have.¡±


    ¡°Well, you are in luck! We recently received a new item from the palace Mage that I think you will find quite useful.¡± Mira¡¯s excitement gives me joy, even in this difficult moment. My wedding day should be filled with joy, but with no family here and the war looming overhead it is challenging to find the light amongst the darkness.


    Following Mira¡¯s lead, she brings me to the vanity. On the table is a decorative box, along with three combs. Each comb was made of different wood and marking on the handle. Looking at my hair in the looking glass, I see it is still clean from my bath, but the dry air has left it frizzy and untamed. Glancing at the combs once more, I don¡¯t know how they are going to fix this mess.


    With a confident smile, Mira takes the pale birch comb with a single line graved into the handle. ¡°Let me style your hair, as you would normally, then we can go from there.¡±


    Grabbing the first strand of dry hair, she slowly ruins the comb through in one smooth stroke. I was waiting for the inevitable pain that usually follows trying to unknot my golden locks, but to my surprise, there was no pain resonating from my scalp. Amazed I watched in the mirror as the comb straightens my hair with ease in just one effortless motion. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    ¡°Where has this been all my life?¡± I joke.


    Mira giggles and nods in agreement. ¡°I agree, my Lady. They are wonderful. I was thrilled when I found out they were completed in time for the wedding. I am not so talented with hair, so these will come quite handy during my service with you.¡±


    With just a few more brushes of the magic comb, my hair was brought to its former glory. ¡°Well, your highness. What are your thoughts? Shall we try a different style.¡± Staring at my image in the mirror I brush my fingers through my hair, still in disbelief.


    ¡°There is no need. I am happy just as it is. It feels¡­ like me.¡± Getting back to business Mira opens the box left by the combs. Inside was a few pieces of makeup such as; powder, rouge, lip stain, and eye shadow. Stopping Mira¡¯s arm as she reaches for the first product, I say. ¡°Please not too much... I don¡¯t normally wear makeup.¡±


    ¡°Of course your Highness.¡±


    Taking my direction Mira lightly dusts my face with powder and rouge. Before she closes the box she insisted on trying something on my lips. I was hesitant at first, but ended up giving in; it is my wedding day after all. Besides, one of the beauties about makeup is you can always wipe it off. Taking a step back Mira looks at her hard work, followed by a few last-minute touch-ups.


    ¡°You look absolutely lovely Princess Ariella!¡± She was right. I look gorgeous. The makeup she did accentuate my natural features rather than masking them. This is exactly how I wanted. ¡°We must hurry now my Lady. The ceremony should be starting shortly.¡±


    Butterflies form in my stomach. In just a few moments I will be marring a complete stranger. Not to mention Prince of our enemy Kingdom. I don¡¯t know which part frightens me more¡­


    I was hoping that after a second glance at the dress, I would feel more comfortable about wearing it; but I was wrong. Hatred swells in my soul for the King and this disgraceful action against my culture. The darkness and bare shoulders are a complete mockery of the bride and my Kingdom. Even though I protest this dress and the King who gave it to me, I have no choice but to wear it. There is no alternative. If I were to go out in anything else, the King would take it as an insult. King Thybaut knows exactly what he is doing¡­


    Channeling the remaining liquid courage, I step behind the room divider, dragging my anger behind me. After successfully disrobing and stepping inside the dark gown I call for Mira¡¯s assistance. While I wish I could dress in this alone, it is far too large for me to handle. The train itself must be a least five feet long, and the corset runs smaller than I am accustomed to.


    ¡°Please try to hold still my Lady.¡± Mira¡¯s corset work is strong, but my waist is weak. Each pull of the string is like a coiled snake around me, squeezing tighter and tighter. I can¡¯t help but squirm.


    ¡°Ah!¡± I yell. ¡°Your Highness are you alright?¡± Mira¡¯s voice screams concern for my well being. I bite my lip and nod to her. ¡°Keep going,¡± I say sternly.


    I am unsure if the small corset was intentional by the King. If he did, he is crueler than I imagined. All I can feel is the pain screaming from my ribs as I slowly lose breath.


    Stepping back my handmaid gives me a chance to take a break before finishing the last section. ¡°Almost there,¡± she says


    With one final pull, Mira tungs the last corset sting in place, firmly closing it in a secure knot. That last motion pushed my breasts to the heavens. It looks as if they wish to get out of the dress as well. I blush, knowing that this much of my bosom will be on display for the ceremony.


    Short shallow breaths flow through my chest as I take my first steps in my wedding dress, my bare feet grazing against the carpet beneath me. Thinking ahead Mira takes two pairs of formal shoes out for me to choose from. Naturally, I pick the one with the shortest heel. I am already uncomfortable as it is, so I would like to ability to walk as well as possible. Lifting the many layers of my skirt I raise each foot one at a time as she slips my new shoes onto my feet.


    Proud of her achievement my handmaid takes a step back praising at her accomplishment with her gaze. Moving to the looking glass one last time I stare at the bride to be. Long blonde hair, rosy cheeks, large blue eyes, all wrapped in a tight-fitting black dress. My feet run cold when I visibly see how much of my chest is present. I can feel the warm breeze brush up against me bareback, making me aware that I am exposed from behind as well.


    My eyes drift to my necklace, grounding me from my insecurities. That is why I am here, that is why I am doing this. Tracing the earth symbol with my fingers, I think of my family, my people, and the thousands of lives I will save if this alliance goes smoothly. It puts all of this discomfort into perspective.


    Knock, Knock¡­ Who on Olkyrie could that be?


    Mira opens the door on my behalf, and her eyes widen at our visitor. Panicked she bows deep maintaining her stance. ¡°Your Majesty! What a pleasant surprise!¡±


    King Thybaut enters the room proudly without even a glance toward my handmaid, his eye fixated on me.  ¡°I came to speak with the bride before the ceremony. Leave us.¡± He commands


    Mira bows again before leaving my bed-chamber. ¡°Yes, your majesty,¡± she says calmly. Just as she closes the door she looked at me with conviction, as if she were saying, ¡®Everything will be alright¡¯... With those unspoken words, the King and I were left alone. His confident stature was just as I remembered. He wore noble gold and black garments, bold and flashy. A top his head was the crown I met him in; large and filled with precious gems.


    I bend my neck forward and courtesy with grace. ¡°What do I owe this honor, your Majesty?¡± Keeping my voice strong, yet tender I face him with all the confidence I can muster.


    ¡°I came to see if you enjoyed my gift. I must say, you look ravishing in Xosta¡¯s Kingdom colors. They suit you well.¡± Watching King Thybauts gaze feels as if he were undressing me with his eyes.


    Softly I swallow, concealing my discomfort. ¡±It is beautiful your Grace. I am honored that you would think of me so.¡± Small simple pleasantries, is what is going to get me through this. Just stay focused Ariella...


    ¡°That pleases me. I must confess I was thinking of you the other night. I couldn¡¯t seem to get you out of my mind¡­¡± King Thybaut began to walk in a circle, examining every inch of me. I look down to the floor to not give away my emotions as he continues to taunt me.


    ¡°Being a widower has its challenges you know. Sometimes I can¡¯t even remember what my late Queen looked like¡­ felt like¡­ smelled like¡­¡± Taking my waist the King pulls me back into his chest. I nearly jump out of my skin as his action frightened me to my core. With my backside to him, I cannot see his face, but I know there is evil in his eyes. Shallow breath escapes my lips as his sinful words hang in the air.


    The fear is too much to handle and I start to break. My hands trembling at my sides. I swallow hard as King Thybaut breathes in my ear, ¡°I trust you are a virgin, yes? Princess?¡±


    Unable to speak, I nod in validation. My voice has been stolen. Taken from me by his wicked aura.


    ¡°You will make a fine whore for my son yet.¡± He hisses.


    Shivers run down my spine at his vulgar words. I am in shock, I cannot move. Every bone in my body is consumed with fear.


    Just as I was about to lose hope, Sir Esteve enters abruptly. ¡°I apologize for the intrusion your Majesty, but the ceremony is about to begin.¡± The weight of anxiety lifts from my shoulders as King Thybaut releases me from his grip.


    ¡°No apologies necessary Sir Esteve. I was just leaving¡­ I will see you down the aisle Princess.¡± I bow to the King as he exits the room, still shaking in my heels. As I rise, I feel unstable. Between losing feeling in my legs, and the weight of my dress, gravity forces me to collapse.


    ¡°Princess Ariella!¡± Quickly Sir Esteve runs to me catching my fall. I can¡¯t tell if I am unable to breathe from my interaction with the King, or the tight corset around my lungs. Shuffling through one of his pouches, the dark Knight pulls out a small blue vial, popping off the cork.


    ¡°Drink.¡± He holds the liquid to my mouth pushing my lips, but I keep them pressed closed. ¡°It¡¯s not poison! Just drink it!¡± he yells sternly.


    Feeling out of sorts, I allow the contents of the blue vial to enter my body. My tongue taste hints of peppermint, and elderberry, send a soothing sensation through my system. In a matter of seconds, my anxiety disappears, clearing the path for my lungs. I take in a deep breath like I was just drowning in an ocean.


    ¡°What¡­ What did you give me?¡± I manage to speak, but the volume is not much to be proud of. However, I was happy to hear my voice again after feeling so silenced by King Thybaut.


    ¡°I dabble in... potions,¡± he says sounding regrettable. This is the first time I have ever heard Sir Esteve speak of himself.


    Cracking a smile, I reply ¡°You dabble? In potions?¡± Standing up the Knight holds my arm carrying me with him.


    ¡°Everyone needs a hobby¡­ Now, follow me before you are late for your own wedding.¡±

 Chapter 7: I do

    On our way to the ceremony, Sir Esteve informed me that it will be taking place in the Grandhall of the palace. Since our time was mostly spent in silence, I took the time to reflect on my life. All the happy memories with my family will forever be in my heart. My little brother would have enjoyed all the wedding festivities. He is such a curious boy. I could see him asking me millions of questions about the dress, the ceremony, and all sorts of other things regarding the wedding. Taking my pendant in my hands I am reminded that even though they can¡¯t be here physically, they are here spiritually.


    Once I hear the music ahead, I know that we have arrived at our destination. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest as we approach the gates to the Grandhall. Breath¡­ just breath¡­


    Sir Esteve extends his arm to me. ¡°I¡¯ll be walking with you.¡± he says. He must be giving me away. While it saddens me that my Father is not the one to walk me down the aisle, I am happy that I won¡¯t have to do it alone. Feeling the weakness in my knees, I am especially grateful that I have Sir Esteve¡¯s strong arm to cling onto.


    When the doors open, the lights of the Grandhall shine brightly over me. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling reflecting little rainbows of light all around the room. Red and white flowers tied in black ribbon, stand in all corners of the hall. Down the aisle are scattered red rose petals among the gold and black carpet lining my path. Everything is so beautiful, I couldn¡¯t have asked for more.


    On either side of the aisle are rows of seating, with not an empty seat in sight. All the noble Lords and Ladies of the Kingdom have been gathered to witness this special occasion, and all of them are staring at me. Looking out into the crowd I became painfully reminded that I was practically half naked. They say if you are nervous in a room of people, try to picture them naked to ease your anxiety. Whoever made that up is a total fool. When I see all the people around me all I can hear is their thoughts; mocking, taunting, vulgar thoughts.


    With a deep exhale, Sir Esteve guides me down the aisle to the altar. I can¡¯t seem to bring myself to look up or around me, so I maintain eye contact with the floor. If I look about me, I will see all of the people examining every inch of my exposed skin, and if I look up I will face the Prince. I know that when I see the groom there is no turning back. My life will be forever changed, dictated by the tyrant King¡¯s son. I hold onto the life I know for as long as I can, but before I know it we reached our destination.


    The groom''s feet make their way towards me. The black and shiny boots seem harmless, but that could change with the person wearing them. Prince Galleren softly takes my hand, and lightly kisses it. ¡°It is a pleasure to meet you Princess Ariella.¡±


    Looking into the Prince¡¯s green eyes for the first time, was like looking out to the grass plains of my homeland; warm, inviting, and familiar. His chiseled features and pleasant smile were nothing like his Fathers. Perhaps this marriage is a blessing in disguise?


    I remind myself however that this is the same man that tore me away from my family without a goodbye. On top of which asked for a full report of my appearance from Sir Esteve before he could proceed with our marriage.


    I curtsy to Prince Galleren with caution. ¡°The pleasure is mine, your Highness.¡± with a flat smile my future husband takes my hand, leading me to the center of the altar. Out of the corner of my eye I see King Thybaut, sitting on a regal chair surrounded by servants. His devilish grin towards me sends goosebumps through my exposed skin. In an attempt of ignoring him, I keep my gaze steady and true, to Prince Galleren.


    In front of us was an older man in Judges robes who will be conducting the ceremony. Just beside him was a table containing an empty vase and two elegant glass jars of what appears to be sand.


    Clearing his throat, the Judge begins to speak. ¡°Dearly beloved; we are gathered here today for the momentous occasion of uniting Prince Galleren, and Princess Ariella in matrimony. This union will bind the Kingdoms of Xosta, and Theora. Forever changing our history of hatred, to a blossoming friendship. These two have taken the first brave step to peace for our two Kingdoms, and hopefully peace to all of Olkyrie¡­¡±


    As the judge''s voice echoed through the hallowed hall, his words struck a chord with me. I gazed at my soon to be husband and considered what he must be feeling. It is just as the Judge said, we are both taking this step together. How does he feel about marrying a complete stranger? Is this a genuine action uniting our Kingdoms for him? Or does he plot with his Father something more diabolical?


    ¡°...On the table is a vase with sand from the shores of Theora, and Xosta. I ask that The Prince and Princess fill the vase as a symbolic gesture of our two Kingdoms coming together.¡± Listening to the Jude, the Prince and I take our designated jars and pour them into the vase together. As I watched the sand fill to the top, I thought of the beautiful beaches of my Kingdom and how their beauty will remain, when we are victorious in this War.


    ¡°...Now the bride and groom will exchange vows. Prince Galleren, please repeat after me. I Prince Galleren¡­¡±


    I Prince Galleren.


    ¡°Take you Princess Ariella¡­¡±


    Take you Princess Ariella.


    ¡°To have and to hold till death parts us.¡±


    To have and to hold till death parts us.


    My heart is racing. This is really happening. I am getting married to the Prince of our enemy Kingdom, whom I have only just met minutes ago! I remind myself to breathe, taking my time repeating my vows.


    ¡°Princess Ariella, please repeat after me. I Princess Ariella¡­¡±


    I Princess Ariella.


    ¡°Take you Prince Galleren¡­¡±


    Take you Prince Galleren.¡±


    ¡°To have and to hold till death parts us.¡±


    To have and to hold till death parts us.


    ¡°Good¡­ now the rings.¡± A small servant boy with a plate presents the judge two wedding bands made of gold. Taking the first ring, the judge hands it to the Prince. ¡°Please place this ring on the Princess¡¯s finger as a sign of fidelity and love. Then say ¡®With this ring, I thee wed.¡¯¡±


    Following the judges direction, the Prince takes my left hand and slides the gold band on my ring finger. As his clear green eyes gaze into mine, he says ¡°With this ring, I thee wed.¡± His voice sounds like a soft breeze on a summer''s day. I feel the tension of tears swell behind my eyes from my emotions. I blink hard pushing my feelings back into my skull.


    Next the Judge turns to me, giving me the last ring off the platter. ¡°Please place this ring on the Prince¡¯s finger as a sign of fidelity and love. Then say ¡®With this ring, I thee wed¡¯¡±


    Taking my hand in his, I admire the Prince¡¯s clean and strong fingers. Placing the plain gold band on his left hand, I repeat. ¡°With the ring, I thee wed.¡±


    In a grand voice the Judge speaks his final declaration. ¡°By the power vested in me, by the great King Thybaut, hero of Xosta, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!¡±


    With the loud pounds of the music, and the crowd roaring in applause, the Prince leans into me pressing his lips against mine. His soft tend touch calmed every nerve in my body, while at the same time cried out for more. I didn¡¯t feel like kissing a stranger, it felt like kissing someone I have known all of my life. Accepting his kiss I close my eyes taking in this precious moment that only lasted seconds, but felt like hours. I have never kissed anyone before, so I don¡¯t know how it usually goes; but to me our first kiss was incredible.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


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    The reception was just as grand as the ceremony. Candles and flowers were on every table, banister, and shelf. Music, light, and laughter filled the room with delight. The dance floor was full of our guests enjoying the wonderful sounds of the bards'' tunes. Everyone seems to be overjoyed by this union; then again they could just be happy to enjoy free wine paid with the King¡¯s coin.


    The newly weds sat along a long dining table in the front of the room looking out at their subjects. A feast was presented to us in celebration. Fine meats,cheeses, and wines of every kind were present on our plates. Looking to the wine, I knew that it would never live up to the kind from my Kingdom. Alas, it is wine, and I need a drink¡­


    With the Prince sitting beside me, I find myself quite nervous. How do you start conversing with your husband you know nothing about? Taking my full glass I sip delicately as not to seem too eager to my new husband.


    ¡°Wine lover are we?¡± Prince Galleren asks. He read right through me. I guess I am not as sneaky as I thought.


    ¡°Quite your Highness.¡± I say politely. Raising his brow, Prince Galleren moves his chair closer to mine. ¡°Come now! No need to be shy. We are married after all. What is it you enjoy about wine?¡± His captivating green eyes catch me again, they make me weak. Can I trust those eyes enough to let my guard down? No. I need to gain his favor first. If he trusts me, I can trust him.


    The two best ways to get on anyones good side is pleasantries, and humor. Thankfully, I know how to do both well. ¡°To speak frankly Prince Galleren, what I like about wine is what comes after you drink it.¡±


    The Prince burst into a laugh and smiles from ear to ear. ¡°You are a woman after my own heart. Cheers!¡± Lifting his goblet he taps my cup lightly, then proceeds to drink the crimson nectar it contains.


    Placing his cup near his plate, Prince Galleren continues to keep our conversation going. ¡°I hope Sir Esteve didn¡¯t give you much trouble on your journey. I know he can be¡­ strong willed and difficult to read.¡±


    That is one way to put it. Pleastries Ariella, remember pleasantries¡­ ¡°You are too kind. Sir Esteve was nothing but a gentleman. There were no quarrels to account for.¡±


    My husband''s eyes thinned. ¡°Then why does he tell me you attempted to run away before boarding your ship?¡±


    I nearly choke on my drink processing his question. Feeling my cheeks run red, I think quickly for an appropriate response. ¡°I assure you, your Highness. I made no attempts to abandon our agreement. We merely got seperated. That is all.¡±


    ¡°With all due respect my Lady. I have known Sir Esteve for many years and he is not the type of man to ¡®separate¡¯ from his escort. Which means you must have taken the initiative to detach from him. Now tell me, what was it that diverted your attention so much that you merely missed boarding the only ship to Xosta?¡±


    His glare was like knives in my chest. The charming Prince I thought I was next to, turned into a vindictive monster right before my eyes. My worst fears have been realized. Perhaps if I tell him the truth, I can change things.


    Clearing my throat I speak to the Prince with clarity. ¡°You are right, your Highness. It was my fault we almost missed our ship. I diverted from him to purchase strawberries at the market, and when I finished I could not find him.¡± Taking my apology one step further, I take the Prince¡¯s hand and look deep into his eyes. ¡°You must believe me when I say that I would never do anything that would jeopardize the alliance of our two Kingdoms. Please forgive my foolishness.¡±


    His handsome face looked at me with scepticism. ¡°Strawberries?¡±


    I nod. ¡°Yes, my Lord. Strawberries.¡±


    Even as I say it outloud, it sounds ridiculous, but it is the truth, which is all I can give. Slowly he leans into me for a kiss, but instead he quickly grabs me by the base of my hair and pulls my ear to his lips.


    ¡°Liar¡­¡± he whispers. Letting go of me, Prince Galleren walks out to a group of nobles by the fire. I feel my throat tremble as I swallow my composure. He is just as manipulative as his Father.


    When the Prince departs a few noble ladies approach me, bowing accordingly. ¡°Greetings your Grace, and congratulations on your marriage. I am Lady Hawyse. These are my sisters Uldi, and Avelyn.¡±


    Excited at the prospect of making new friends, I smile at the girls in reply. ¡°Thank you. I am happy to make your acquaintance, ladies. Have you been enjoying your evening?¡±


    ¡°Very much so.¡± Lady Hawsye says. Looking over Lady Hawsye¡¯s shoulder I see Lady Avelyn and Uldi whispering to each other, and snickering quietly. Pushing the other girls forward, Lady Hawsye speaks. ¡°We came to ask you if you have spoken to Prince Galleren about us?¡±


    Ask the Prince about them? This is the first time I am meeting them; what could they be talking about?


    In a confused tone, I ask. ¡°Whatever do you mean?¡± Looking at each other, the three sisters turn embarrassed.


    Avelyn takes the lead when neither of the others wishes to speak. ¡°Well¡­ You see my Lady¡­ Prince Galleren prefers to bed with¡­ more than one woman at one time. You are to choose which of the three of us you wish to take with you for the wedding night. Did he not tell you?¡±


    So many emotions sweep over me that it is hard to tell what is more prominent. The first is anger; for the Prince to expect to take another woman to bed with me on our wedding night. The second embarrassment; for not being informed of this and seeing that these sisters are clearly mocking me because of it. The third sadness; for these women that to give their bodies so willingly to the Prince, has become the norm.


    At that moment I decided to throw caution to the wind. I am the Princess of Theora, daughter of Kind Edom II and I will not be treated like this. Standing up I glare at the three sisters in front of me, and in a strong commanding voice I say. ¡°Get out of my sight. Now.¡±


    It gives me pleasure to see a slight fear in their eyes. The girls curtsey to me quickly, then scoury off back to their seats.


    The rest of the night I sat looking out to all of the guests, smiling, laughing, and enjoying their time. While I was alone, with my mediocre cup of wine. Dreading the wedding night to follow. If Prince Galleren thinks he can have two women on our wedding night, he is sadly mistaken.


    My attention is suddenly called by a ringing bell. Looking toward the sound one of the servants was standing off to the side with King Thybaut.


    ¡°The King would like to say a few words!¡± He yells. Everyone in the hall quiets, even Prince Galleren seem to be captivated by the attention.


    ¡°Lords and Ladies of Xosta! Thank you for coming to celebrate the marriage of Prince Galleren. It is every Father''s dream to see his son get married, even if it is to faint-hearted Theoran.¡± The King stops his speech as he waits for the crowd''s laughter to die down.


    Containing my anger, I grip the skirt of my dress so hard I could puncture holes through it. King Thybaut glances for a reaction from me, but I give him none. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.


    ¡°Prince Galleren will make a fine ruler someday. When his wife produces a male heir, there will be nothing standing in his way to glory!¡± The crowd cheers for the Prince, raising their glasses high in the air. ¡°Now the bride and groom will consummate the marriage, forever binding them in body and soul.¡±


    The guests around us scream and cheer with joy pulling the Prince and I towards each other. I have never seen more people excited for a couple to have sex before. It is bizzare to speak of such things so openly. In Theora such discussions are considered taboo.


    Quickly the Prince takes my hand and pulls me through the crowd, freeing us with some much needed personal space. He takes me through a small corridor which leads to a large bedroom.


    Red and gold glimmer and gleam from the floor to the ceiling. Antique furnishings, brought the room to life. It was a lovely bed-chamber; but even with such beautiful distractions around me, my eyes were locked on one peice of furniture¡­ the bed. Broad and tall it stood, taunting me so. If it could speak it would laugh at my misery. Possibly even mock me and my virgin womb.


    ¡°So here we are.¡± The Prince speaks softly.


    I swallow hard looking down to my dress. I just want this night to be over. The quicker the deed is done the better. Gripping the string of my corset I begin to pull the thread releasing the knot Mira so carefully tied.


    ¡°Please¡­ Allow me.¡± Moving toward me the Prince gathers my corset in his strong and capable hands and begins to untie them one by one. As each notch is opened, my torso screams in relief, followed by crippling anxiety. Soon I will be completely naked¡­ How on earth am I going to do this!


    ¡°So¡­ Strawberries?¡± Prince Galleren¡¯s voice cuts off my racing thoughts.


    Clearing my throat I reply. ¡°Yes, your Highness. I am afraid I have a weakness for them.¡±


    Pushing my hair away from my neck, he dusts his fingers along my exposed skin. His touch felt like electricity pulsing from him to me. I am afraid of where it may lead, and yet crave more. I can¡¯t deny that there was a spark between us during our first kiss. Did he feel it too?


    ¡°What else do you have a weakness for, Princess?¡± I bite my lip feeling like a helpless doe eyed girl swooning over her crush. I need to get a hold of myself!


    ¡°I haven¡¯t really given it much thought.¡± I reply. Suddenly my ribs jump from my chest, corset free. I begin to panic, holding up my dress to keep my breasts covered. Taking my arm Prince Galleren swings me onto the bed straddling me still. His grip tight on my wrist keeping them above my head. Any effort to push him back was blocked by the weight of his body pressing me down into the firm mattress.


    ¡°What''s the matter? Is my appearance not to your satisfaction my Lady?¡± His jeering lit my anger from a soft flame, to a roaring fire.


    ¡°How dare you!-¡± Before I could lash out more, Prince Galleren interrupts. ¡°You can relax Princess¡­ I don¡¯t sleep with the enemy.¡±


    With those cold and final words, he left me on the bed unharmed and with my virginity intact.

 Chapter 8: Planting New Roots

    Waking up the following morning was surreal. Rolling over in my oversized mattress, I stare at the empty section beside me. Feeling mixed emotions, I contemplate what all of this could mean for my future. While I am happy to maintain my virtue for a bit longer, not consummating the marriage could put the alliance at risk. Is the Prince doing this on purpose? Does he want out of this marriage?


    A soft knock at my bed-chamber door rises my body forward. Mira enters with some tea and her same kind smile. ¡°Good Morning, my Lady.¡± My handmaid¡¯s eyes leer over at the empty bedside. I have never felt more embarrassed, and thankful all at the same time. Sleeping alone on the wedding night maybe be disastrous for some, but my soul leaps for joy knowing that I did not lose my virginity to the selfish Prince.


    ¡°How did you sleep?¡± Mira asks.


    Clearing my throat I reply. ¡°Well, thank you.¡± Watching closely at my morning tea, Mira places it on the table beside me. Slowly I raise the delicate cup to my lips, softly taking my first sip. The aroma of Jasmine and green tea flood my senses with calm.


    ¡°I have a message from his Majesty, Prince Galleren.¡± Mira¡¯s voice breaks my temporary calm. Just hearing the Prince¡¯s name gives me anxiety.


    Taking another drink of tea, I look to Mira for any sign or indication of what his message may be. ¡°Go on.¡± I order.


    ¡°Prince Galleren would like you to join him for breakfast this morning. Everything has been prepared in the private dining hall.¡±


    The Prince wants to have breakfast with me? I don¡¯t know if I should be flattered or terrified. Either way, this is my chance to show the Prince who I am, and what I have to offer to this marriage. I pray to the Earth that it will be enough.


    ¡°Thank you, Mira. I will change my clothes, and meet his Majesty at once.¡±


    Mira raises her brow slightly confused. ¡°Do you not wish for me to stay and assist you?¡± She almost sounds disappointed, as if she thinks she has displeased me.


    ¡°The servants at home were few and far between, so I am accustomed to changing on my own. Please let the Prince know I will be there soon.¡±


    Before leaving to relay my message, Mira reaches into her pocket and pulls out a gold compass. Carefully she places it in my hand. ¡°What is this?¡± I ask.


    ¡°It is an enchanted compass, my Lady. It will lead you to any person you desire. When you are ready, simply think of the Prince, and the compass will guide you to the private dining hall. I am sure his Majesty will be most pleased to see you.¡±


    Another enchanted item to catalog in my brain. This land is full of surprises. ¡°Thank you, Mira. You are dismissed.¡±


    When my handmaid leaves, I shuffle through my wardrobe armoire admiring all of the dresses I brought with me from Theora. An emerald green dress catches my attention; simple, elegant, and comfortable.


    ¡°This will do nicely,¡± I whisper to myself. Tossing my nightgown aside, I throw the green gown over my head, carefully slipping my arms into the sleeves. Admiring myself in the mirror, the dress fits me like a glove. The smooth stain drapes down my figure effortlessly.


    Moving to my vanity, I take out my small jewelry box and pull out my pendant. Holding the brass relic, I press it softly to my lips. Please give me strength...


    After placing the necklace on, I shuffle through my enchanted combs. Curious as to what the other styles are, I take the comb with a wave pattern on the handle. As I combed through my dry hair, I watched in the mirror as my golden loches turned to beautiful waves. My hair has never looked better. My mother would love these combs. I remember we would always struggle with our hair, especially during the hot summer days. If only she could see me now; she would be green with envy.


    Pinching my cheeks for good measure, I take one last look in the mirror before leaving my chambers. If I had a little more time I could present myself better, but I don¡¯t want to keep the Prince waiting.


    Closing my door behind me, I hold the golden compass and do as Mira said. Think of the Prince¡­ Think of the Prince¡­


    Soon after sending my thoughts to the object, the needle starts to spin pointing in my desired direction.


    Taking the compass¡¯s lead I walk through the halls of the palace, till I reach a large oak door with golden details around the frame. The arrow was pointing straight forward, which must mean that the prince is just beyond this barrier. Taking a deep breath I knock politely, just in case the compass did not lead me where I wanted.


    As the door opens, a palace servant appears. ¡°Your highness, Princess Ariella has arrived.¡± As the servant holds the door open, I walk inside to see a small dining table set for two. The sight of plates covered in fruits, bread, and meats makes my mouth water. I must be more hungry then I thought. When I enter the room, the Prince rises from his chair.


    ¡°Good Morning Princess. Thank you for joining me.¡± With poise, I curtsey for the Prince¡¯s acknowledgment. ¡°Good Morning Prince Galleren. It is my pleasure to accept your invitation.¡±


    Motioning to the empty seat across from him, I take my place at the breakfast table. ¡°I trust you slept well?¡± The Prince asks politely.


    In a pleasant tone, I reply. ¡°Yes your Grace.¡±


    A wide smirk paints across Prince Galleren¡¯s face. ¡°Come now... There is no need to lie, my Lady. You must be disappointed to spend your wedding night alone?¡± He is toying with me. I can tell he is enjoying this far too much for comfort, but I will not take the bait.


    ¡°It is kind of you to think of me so, but I assure you I have no ill will about our wedding night. All I wish is for your Highness¡¯s happiness.¡±


    ¡°Ha!¡± The Prince laughs. ¡°Aren¡¯t you just the perfect little Princess.¡± Snapping his fingers, the Prince calls over one of his servants holding a jug of wine. As the servant proceeds to fill our glasses, I interject my thoughts. ¡°I am far from perfect your Grace.¡±The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    Sipping from his glass, the Prince continues. ¡°Agreed¡­¡± His attention moves to the necklace around my neck. ¡°What is that pendant you are wearing?¡±


    Looking down at my chest, I hold the sacred brass symbol in my hand. ¡°It is the symbol for Earth, my Lord. I brought it from Theora.¡±


    Taking a small piece of bread, Prince Galleren continues to engage in conversation. ¡°Is that your God?¡± His sarcastic tone alerts me to tread lightly. The Xosta Kingdom¡¯s do not follow any religious practices and tend to mock others that do.


    ¡°No your Highness. We don¡¯t follow any God, but pay homage for the Earth and all its beauty, and the bounty it provides.¡±


    Starring toward me, the Prince stays silent and continues to eat off the table. Feeling the pressure of his gaze, I sink my teeth into the food and wine in front of me.


    ¡°Tell me, Princess¡­ With your faith background. What were your impressions of our baron lands? We have not seen even a blade of grass for longer than I have been alive. Why does the Earth not provide us, these fertile lands that you speak of?¡±


    How do I respond to that? At the core of our beliefs, we believe that goodwill towards others and care for the Earth are the keys to prosperous soil. From what I have observed thus far, Xosta does not do either of those things¡­ I will answer his question with a question.


    ¡°When is the last time you tended your fields or gardens?¡±


    The Prince snaps, ¡°We don¡¯t bother. Nothing will grow. The King would rather put the laborers to better uses.¡±


    ¡°Perhaps your Grace would consider hiring a few extra workers for the palace gardens. With enough work and care, I am sure that you would be blessed with greenery.¡±


    The Prince¡¯s body language is withdrawn. He doesn¡¯t think it will work. I can¡¯t blame him. It is difficult to believe in something you have never seen.


    Leaning over the table, the Prince says. ¡°Do you really think it could work?¡±


    ¡°Yes my Lord. With all my heart.¡± Gently patting his napkin to his mouth the Prince cleans his face of any leftover morsels from his meal.


    ¡°Then you are a bigger fool than I thought. Sir Esteve! Please escort the lady back to her chambers. We are finished here.¡± Before I had a moment to defend myself, Sir Esteve waltzed in like an obedient guard dog waiting to escort me from the Prince¡¯s presence.


    Standing tall, I bow softly taking my forced exit gracefully. As the dark Knight walked me back to my room, I notice that he is more quiet than usual. My inner empathy for the people of Xosta pulls at my heartstrings. I can¡¯t help myself when I see someone in need.


    ¡°Does something trouble you Sir Esteve?¡± The Knight proceeded with his silence. I should have known better to get an answer.


    I expected to enter my bed-chamber alone, but to my surprise, Sir Esteve followed. Closing the door behind him, he broke his silence. ¡°Galleren doesn¡¯t take you for a fool.¡±


    The Knights¡¯ words were unexpected. ¡°What do you mean Sir Esteve?¡±


    ¡°The hunger in Xosta has grown significantly worse over these past few years. With Theora regulating most of the local trade, it has been a challenge to acquire the supplies we need. It is an issue very close to his Majesty¡¯s heart. This has been one of the more heated arguments toward the two Kingdoms.¡±


    Prince Galleren must blame my family for the poor trade to his Kingdom. This is why he is so bitter with me. ¡°I will write to my Father. Surely now that we are allies, we can share our produce.¡±


    The Knight shakes his head. ¡°I am afraid it is not that easy, my Lady. For the issue is not your Father, but of the individual traders who are refusing their services.¡±


    ¡°Then farming your own resources is Xosta¡¯s best option¡­¡± If I could somehow improve the Kingdom¡¯s food resources, perhaps it will allow the Prince to have me in his good graces.


    ¡°Sir Esteve, please ask the Prince if he would allow me some flower seeds, and a small garden area in the Palace. I would like to take up gardening as a leisure activity.¡±


    With a bow, the Knight says to me, ¡°As you wish, my Lady.¡±


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    Not long after my request, Mira informed me that the Prince has granted me a garden in the palace, along with a variety of seeds to plant. I am overjoyed as I riffle through all the different flowers to choose from.


    Putting on my gardening dress Mira and I head to the garden to begin our work. The garden is small, but all great things must start from somewhere. The soil looks like the rest of the Kingdom; dry, and dead. Picking up the dirt with my fingers, the granules slip through my fingers like sand. The drought in Xosta has left their lands in the dryest condition I have ever seen. This will take a lot of work, and thankfully Mira is here to help me.


    Hoeing and plowing the area is time-consuming. Cutting into the ground was like trying to cut rock. My muscles ache, crying out for me to stop, but I am determined to do this. I would rather try as hard as I can, then not try at all.


    As the sun beats down on us, the heat begins to drain our energy. Beads of sweat drip down my back, warning me to quit while I am ahead.


    ¡°My Lady¡­¡± Mira whizzes. ¡°We have been at this for hours. You should rest. We can pick up where we left more tomorrow.¡±


    As Mira¡¯s words ring in my ear, my limbs tremble as if shaking me to listen to her. Looking at what we have accomplished, the garden is almost prepped and ready to plant. With my current fatigued state, I fear if I do much more it will not be done as well as I would want.


    ¡°I agree. Let¡¯s stop here for today. We will continue our work tomorrow.¡± My handmaid sighed with relief.


    Carefully we set our tools aside, placing them upright. Feeling the sweat on my forehead, I use my sleeve to wipe away the tiny droplets of discomfort. When I raise my arm, I become suddenly aware of my odor. I wrinkle my nose, nauseated that I was able to produce such a smell.


    Mira sees my reaction and giggles. ¡°Bath, my Lady?¡± She asks.


    I nod. ¡°Please.¡±


    On our way back to my bed-chamber, Mira leaves me for a moment to prepare my bath. With some free time, plan to take a moment and consider what I wish to plant first. Roses? Lilies? The possibilities are endless!


    I want to have a beautiful garden where I can go to, relax, reflect, and be with nature. The Theora Castle gardens gave me so much comfort at home. I want to recreate that here.


    Closing my bedroom door sent a surge of exhaustion through my bones. Perhaps I did overdo it today. I haven¡¯t worked like that in a long time. The breeze from my open wind hits the sweat on my skin. The cool water now calming down the fire in my pores.


    ¡°What a mess.¡± I am surprised by the Prince¡¯s voice coming from the corner. There he was, sitting patiently at my writing desk.


    ¡°Y-your Highness! I was not expecting you. I-¡± Standing up, Prince Galleren stops my rambling. ¡°Relax. I just came to see the hardworking Princess for myself¡­¡± He glances over my dirty exterior with judging eyes. ¡°Some say that a true Lady would never break a sweat, but rather send someone to sweat for her.¡±


    With the combination of his sarcasm and my exhaustion, I feel the urge to speak out of turn. ¡°If you truly want something done right, you should do it yourself. I am not one to shy away from hard work.¡±


    ¡°Interesting concept,¡± he adds. ¡°Does that apply to everything you do Princess?¡± As Prince Galleren moves closer to me, I instinctively walk backward to keep my distance. The cool feel of the stone wall hits my back, stopping me from any further motion.


    Clearing my throat, I attempt to keep my composure. ¡°Yes, your Majesty.¡± Just a few inches from me, Prince Galleren caresses my cheek. Softly he trails his fingers to my chin, lifting my face to his. ¡°How hard are you willing to work for me?¡±


    All of the tension in my body rushes to my face. Without warning the Prince leans in and kisses me for the second time. The impact of his lips on mine pushed my heart into overdrive. This is different than before, but that familiar spark remains. My mind flashes to the first time we kissed at the alter. Like before, my nerves had overcome me, but when our lips touch, all of it fades into the distance. Normally I would be thinking about if I was presentable enough, or about his true intentions; but as we held each other, my self-conscious tendencies flew out into the breeze, as I leaned into his deep and tender kiss.

 Chapter 9: Do or Die

    ¡°My Lady¡­¡±


    ¡°My Lady?¡±


    Slowly I open my eyes to see Mira waiting patiently at my bedside. With a large yawn, I push out the words, ¡°What time is it?¡±


    I was up all night. Tossing and turning, thinking about the Prince¡¯s kiss. Rubbing my eyes I attempt to wipe the vision away, but the feeling of his lips on mine still remains.


    ¡°It is nearly noon, Miss.¡±


    The heaviness of sleep weighed me to the bed, crippling my every move. With the sore pain singing from yesterday¡¯s labor, I have little to no desire to leave these sheets.


    ¡°Are you well, your Highness?¡± Mira sits on the bed beside me with kindness in her eyes. I am not well¡­ I have no idea what I am doing. It is moments like this that I miss my Mother so much. She always had the right thing to say. Every time I went to her in distress, she would calm me down from my worries with her words of wisdom.


    ¡°Perhaps your Grace would feel better in a new change of clothes?¡± Walking to my wardrobe of dresses, Mira takes a blue cotton gown and places it flat at the foot of my bed.


    ¡°I will fetch you something to eat. In the meantime, you can change into this. I don¡¯t think that gardening is wise for today. You should take the day to rest. The garden will still be there tomorrow.¡±


    How did I get so lucky to have Mira as my handmaid? I feel so blessed to have her here with me. She has been the one constant comfort through all of this change. ¡°Thank you, Mira. For everything.¡±


    She smiles wide and bows to me. ¡°It is my pleasure, my Lady! I will return shortly.¡±


    Staring at the clean dress in front of me, I loath it¡¯s presence. That one garment means that I must move from total comfort, and I despise it for that. Letting out an annoyed sigh, I rise from my bed, feeling every ache in my bones as I move. At my own slow and tiring pace, I change out of my nightgown and into my day clothes.


    Now that I have achieved my goal before Mira returns, I look to the bed again. It would be so easy to crawl back under the covers¡­ I shake the temptation out of my thoughts. I know that if I get back in bed, I will not get back up.


    Looking around for a distraction, my eyes glance over at my writing desk. My Mother has been on my mind, I should write to her. Taking the parchment and quill I begin my letter, but find that I don¡¯t know what to write. I still have yet to confirm if my letters are being read. I don¡¯t want to give the King any reason for displeasure towards me. Pondering for a moment, I decided that I will write to her as positively as I can, assuring her I am being taken care of. I am sure she will want to hear all about the wedding as well.


    Dear Mother,


    I wanted to write to you and assure you that I am well. I am being well treated and cared for in Xosta. I wish you could have been there for the wedding day. Everything was exactly how I imagined. The King even had a custom-designed gown made just for me. I was honored that he would give me such a wonderful gift. Meeting Prince Galleren was a pleasant surprise. He is exactly how we dreamed. I have faith that he will make a wonderful husband. We had the most amazing first kiss at the altar; you could see the sparks fly from all around us! I hope that you will get to meet him someday soon.


    How is Father? I do not like the way we departed. If I could go back and change what happened I would. I worry about the King. He has so many people counting on him to lead and protect his people. I pray that he will have the strength to do what is right, and protect Theora from the Orc invaders.


    I sent Edom a letter a few days ago, so I expect he should receive it shortly before you get this letter. I hope that you are not cross with me that he got my first message home. When I arrived here, I couldn¡¯t get him out of my mind. You know how much I care for him and leaving without saying goodbye broke my heart.


    I want you and the rest of the family to know, that I love each and every one of you. I miss you all every day, and I am deeply grateful to do my part in the protection of our Kingdom. May the Earth shower you all with bounty.


    Sincerely,


    Princess Ariella


    It hurts that I can¡¯t write to my mother about how I am really feeling. How the King¡¯s dress was actually an insult, treating me like a common whore. How the Prince refuses to sleep in the same bed with me. And most importantly, how lonely my new life is. Staring at my letter of half-truths my heart aches. I want to see my family. I want to hold them, laugh with them, talk with them. They have been the single most important part of my life for so long, and now I don¡¯t know what that is. Should I focus more on my marriage? Or should I be more concerned with the King holding up his end of our bargain? The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Hearing a knock at my door, I wipe away any sadness that may remain in my eyes. ¡°Come in,¡± I call out.


    To my surprise, it is not Mira at my door, but Sir Esteve. As per usual he is dressed fully in ebony armor, and still maintaining his closed helmet. At this point I don¡¯t even second guess him masking his face, this is simply how he prefers to be perceived.


    ¡°Good Afternoon, Princess Ariella.¡± his voice low and masculine.


    ¡°Good Afternoon, Sir Esteve. What brings you here?¡± I rise from my seat and walk closer to the Knight. Any body language one would normally see is completely covered in iron and steel. He is always very challenging to read.


    ¡°The King has sent me, my Lady. He wishes to see you at once. I will escort you to his private library.¡± The King wishes to see me? What could he possibly want?


    I swallow hard, feeling the anticipation rise from my stomach. ¡°Very well, let us be on our way.¡± Before I could move out the door, Sir Esteve clears his throat and points to the top of his head. It is at that moment I realize that I forgot to comb my hair!


    In embarrassment I flea to my vanity to see that my hair was completely matted and frizzy from the hot dry air. Taking the straightening enchanted comb, I quickly brush through as much hair as I can. I am not feeling myself today. I hope that I can present myself well to the King. I have to be careful of what I say, or it could mean my life.


    Placing the comb back in its place I turn back to my Knight in shining armor. ¡°Thank you Sir Esteve. I am ready to see his Majesty now.¡±


    As we walked to where the King was patiently waiting, the two of us did not speak allowing me to better hear everything around me. Coming down to the end of the hall, I could hear muffled giggles echoing from afar. I couldn¡¯t tell just yet how many people there were but it was definitely a group of women. The closer we approached the end of the hall, the clearer their voices became.


    ¡°I think the Prince is so handsome!¡± One girl said.


    ¡°I loved when he touched me right... here.¡± another voice spoke.


    My heart sinks into my stomach when the two of us turn the corner to find the three women who spoke to me at the wedding feast. Lady Hawyse was wearing a red dress, with the bodice nearly undone. Her sisters Uldi and Avelyn had tousled undone hair, and guilty red cheeks. When our eyes met they smiled at me, but not of a friendly nature, but with villainy. They wanted me to hear that¡­ every word of it.


    ¡°Princess Ariella, Good Afternoon.¡± The girls said in unison. Looking away from them I paid them no mind, walking further in silence. They don¡¯t deserve any acknowledgment from me after being so blatantly forward of their intimacy with my Husband. I can¡¯t help but feel betrayed. Since our second kiss, I have been feeling that things may work out for us in the long run; but seeing that he is still having relations with other women, crushes my hope of that ever becoming a reality.


    I hold my face still, as to not show my true emotions. I fell for his tricks again¡­ He never cared for me, and he never will.


    ¡°Your Majesty, Princess Ariella is here as you requested.¡± Sir Esteve said as he guided me into the palace library. The King was standing tall, overlooking a large table of old books. His fingers trailing along a green and gold text that looked to be hundreds of years old. He had his golden crown placed on his head, as I have normally seen, but his clothes were more casual.


    ¡°Thank you, Sir Esteve. You are dismissed.¡± The King¡¯s loud commanding voice echos through the room, amplifying his stature. Before my quiet friend leaves, I grab his arm for a moment. I don¡¯t want to be left alone with the King¡­ not again.


    ¡°Please¡­ will you wait outside the door for me?¡± I whisper. Sir Esteve coldly pushes me away and walks out of the library mute. Seeing him not come through for me like this shouldn¡¯t surprise me, but I thought after he helped me at the wedding we had connected on a deeper level. I am sad to see he doesn¡¯t appear to feel the same way.


    Taking in a deep breath of courage, I step forward and curtsey to the King. ¡°Your Majesty, to what do I owe this pleasure.¡±


    ¡°Well, I simply wanted to check on you¡­ My staff tells me you are polite, respectful, and in every way embodies the presence of a Princess.¡± The King closes his book placing a marker where he had stopped reading.


    ¡°Hearing that brings me such joy, your Majesty. I am pleased I have not disappointed. I trust the marriage has solidified our agreement?¡±


    The King raises his brow as the mood swiftly changes. ¡°Not quite¡­ tell me, have you consummated the marriage?¡±


    The words from the King make my feet run cold. My mouth turned as dry as the Xosta soil. I try to think of how to respond, but the King beats me too it.


    ¡°Are you still a virgin? Yes or No?¡± He continues to berate me, knowing how uncomfortable I am. ¡°It is a simple answer, Princess! Yes or No!¡±


    I am shaken to my core. The King yelling at me causes me to go numb from my shoulders down. Even as a young child, my parents never raised their tone like that too me. His anger frightens me, more than anything of this world. ¡°Forgive me¡­ Your Majesty¡­ I don¡¯t think it is appropriate to discuss such matters-¡±


    ¡°So, that means no then¡­¡± The King stares me down to belittle me further. ¡°This contract is only bound when you and Galleren have consummated your marriage. If you are unable to agree to the arrangement, I can personally see to it that you will live the rest of your miserable life in a living hell¡­¡±


    His threat sounds more terrifying than death itself. If I do not sleep with the Prince then not only is my life in danger but the welfare of my people and my family are at risk.


    ¡°Yes, your Majesty.¡± I squeak. I feel like I have failed¡­ How do I have sex with someone, who would rather sleep with anyone else¡­


    ¡°Get out of my sight. Go!¡± The King spits. As quickly as I can, I bow to the King and walk out.


    I feel it coming. Tears building in my eyes. I don¡¯t want to give my virginity to someone I don¡¯t love. If I don¡¯t convince the Prince to sleep with me I could lose everything¡­


    Not stopping my pace I run all the way back to my bed-chamber, holding back as many tears as I can. When the door shuts behind me, my body releases all of the pain and sorrow I have been carrying. I fall to the bed and shove my face in a pillow to muffle my cries. My body shaking like a leaf, trying to drive out all of my grief. With a tight grip, I grab hold of the bedsheets, as if to release more emotion through my fingers.


    ¡°My Lady! What is wrong?¡± I was so overwhelmed that I didn¡¯t even see that Mira was waiting here for me. I have no words for her, just tears.

 Chapter 10: True or False?

    Days have passed since the King¡¯s ultimatum, and I have yet to see my husband since. I have been told he is out of traveling, but no one is willing to divulge any other information. This time without the Prince will allow me to refocus, and prepare for his return. However, with him gone there leaves a lot of time in the day to do as I please. Thankfully the garden has been keeping me very busy to pass the time. I have learned a lot about Mira since we have been working so closely. For example; her favorite fruit is apples, she likes to dance, and she likes to sing in her spare time. She tells me that she is not much of a talent, but with such a sweet voice, I doubt that is true. I hope that I get to hear her sing one day.


    Going stir crazy in my bed-chamber, I decided to explore the palace. It is large enough that I think I could spend an entire afternoon and not get to see every room. Closing the door behind me, I head west. Through the narrow halls, I walked, peaking in each unoccupied area as I went. My interest peeked when I came to a dark corner of the palace with a few rooms that all seemed to be locked. No one locks a room unless they have something to hide. Looking through one of the keyholes I narrow my vision, hoping for a glimpse of something exciting.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡± a low masculine voice startles me. I jump around to find Sir Esteve lurking behind me.


    ¡°How?- I didn¡¯t even hear your armor thrashing¡­¡±


    The dark Knight lets out a short flat laugh. ¡°It is a new enchantment we are working on. It silences heavy armor. I am glad to see it works.¡±


    My brows furrow at his newfound stealth. As if he wasn¡¯t frightening enough already, now I won¡¯t be able to hear him coming. ¡°Would you like to go in?¡± he asks


    ¡°Oh no, I was just leaving.¡± Just before I leave, Sir Esteve takes a key from his pocket and opens the door.


    ¡°Come in. I know you want too.¡± I can¡¯t lie, I do want to see inside. I am bored out of my mind. There is only so much gardening a girl can do in one day.


    Holding the door, Sir Esteve invites me in. ¡°After you Princess,¡± he says politely.


    ¡°Thank you.¡± The words felt sour in my mouth, but he was being nice¡­ for now. I still don¡¯t understand whose side he is on. I know he has the ability for kindness, but it is rare. He seems to only show that for good reason. Perhaps there is more to him than meets the eye?


    To my astonishment, I walk into a room full of plants and flowers. Almost every inch of the wall was covered in greenery. Toward my left was a large shelf filled with jars of spices and minerals. On the middle shelf was a stone and crystal mortar for crushing and mixing herbs. Taking in a deep long breath, the room smelled incredible; like a cinnamon and cardamom dream.


    ¡°This is the Alchemy room.¡± The Knight says. Moving to the other side, Sir Esteve opens a cabinet filled with colorful vials.


    ¡°Ah, for your potions!¡± The Knight sighs at my joyful tone. I don¡¯t think he likes the fact that I know this about him. I find it kind of humorous.


    ¡°Yes¡­ that¡­¡± He replies, taking a red vial from the shelf he closes the doors. ¡°What does that do?¡± I can¡¯t help my curiosity, I know absolutely nothing about potions and clearly, Sir Esteve is somewhat of an expert.


    ¡°If your Highness permits, I would prefer not to say.¡± I raise my brow suspiciously, now I want to know what it is even more. ¡°Why can¡¯t you tell me, Sir Esteve?¡±


    I can see the Knight clam up under his many iron layers. ¡°I have taken an oath of secrecy, my Lady. I do not wish to break my promise.¡±


    Now my mind is racing with curiosity. What on Earth could that potion be for? And more importantly, what does it do? But I do respect that Sir Esteve wishes to keep his word.


    ¡°Very well¡­ On a different topic, have you heard anything from his Majesty, Prince Galleren?¡±


    The dark Knight shakes his head. ¡°I have yet to hear word from him, but I expect he should return any day now.¡±


    Nerve well up in my throat. He will be back any day, and I don¡¯t know what I am going to do! Clearing my throat of worry I ask, ¡°Sir Esteve¡­ is there a potion here that could¡­ strengthen the bond between the Prince and I?¡±


    ¡°What do you mean?¡± he asks blankly.


    I can feel my cheek run hot with embarrassment. How do I put this delicately¡­ ¡°What I am wondering¡­ is if there is a potion that could mutually benefit us to become more comfortable and familiar with each other¡­¡±


    Opening the cabinet back up he turns to me saying, ¡°Princess Ariella, are you asking for a love potion?¡±


    If I had a mirror, I am sure that I would see my entire face was as red as a ripe tomato. It sounds so ridiculously desperate to say out loud¡­ but desperate is where I am. I have to make the Prince-like me enough to want to consummate our marriage.


    ¡°Why would you want a love potion, your Grace?¡± Sir Esteve inquires.


    ¡°Prince Galleren and I have yet to¡­¡± Heaven and Earth! I can¡¯t say it out loud. I think I might die of embarrassment.


    Filling in the silence, The Knight asks ¡°You have yet to consummate your Marriage. I am well aware, but a love potion will do you no good.¡±


    I am almost relieved that he knows. Now there is no need for me to go into detail. ¡°Then what do you suggest? The King threatened a punishment worse than death if I can¡¯t convince him to bed with me.¡±


    Shuffling through the potions cabinet, Sir Esteve pulls out a small green vial and examines it. ¡°The Prince wanting to lie with you is not the problem. He finds your beauty exquisite, and your heart honorable¡­ he has told me so.¡±


    I am shocked to hear Sir Esteve¡¯s words. How can that be true? Although it must be true. Sir Esteve is many things, but a liar is not one of them.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    ¡°If that is true¡­ then why has he refused me? Why does he have relations with other women? Please Sir Esteve¡­ help me to understand.¡±


    Placing the green vial in my hand, Sir Esteve looks to me and says. ¡°He has seen no other woman but you since the wedding day, that you can be certain. Prince Galleren, carries many burdens, he is guarded, and at times calculating. The more people he grows closer too, the more are at risk.¡±


    ¡°At risk for what?¡± Leaving the green potion in my hand, the Knight walks toward where we entered.


    ¡°It is best you hear it all from him. Have him drink a few drops of that, and he will feel compelled to tell you everything.¡±


    Looking down at the small bottle, I examine the green drink closely. To the naked eye, this looks like just murky swamp water, but in reality, it is a truth serum.


    Before I could thank the Knight for his help, I looked up and see that he is gone.


    ??


    The Prince is to arrive today, and I am anxious to see him. I have so many questions I want answered. Sir Esteve asurres me that he has been with no other women but me, however the three ladies I met at the wedding feast tell me a different story. I don¡¯t know who to believe at this point. My head is spinning with all the possible outcomes.


    Every minute that passes waiting for the Prince to arrive, my stomach grows tighter with worry. So much is riding on our relationship. I cannot fail.


    When a carriage comes into sight I straighten my back. With poise and elegance I walk down the palace steps to meet the carriage, and greet the Prince properly.


    When the carriage comes to a halt I smile, hoping that he is happy to see me. As Prince Galleren steps out I see him wearing a maroon tunic, with loose brown pants. Seeing him in such everyday clothes was surprisingly alluring. I bite my lip to quench my womanly wiles.


    ¡°Prince Galleren, welcome home.¡± my soft mature voice soars with elegance. As his green eyes meet mine, I feel my heart thud as the memory of our last kiss comes to mind.


    ¡°It¡¯s a pleasure to see you Princess. What brings you here?¡± his voice calm and well demenard.


    ¡°I was hoping your Highness would honor me with a meal. I am sure you are starved after your travels.¡± As the Prince takes one of his bags off the carriage he shows a small smile. Pushing the hair from his face he responds, ¡°That would be lovely. Lead the way.¡±


    As we walked to the meal I have set, I think of the vial that Sir Esteve gave me. I instructed Mira to pour the potion in his glass when she serves our wine. Hopefully then, I will get the truth once and for all.


    The table was dressed just as I had hoped. Every meat, cheese, and fruit available was at our disposal. Mira followed my instructions to the tee. I smile widely as we pass my excellent handmaid, and take my seat.


    ¡°This looks spectacular.¡± The Prince boasts.


    ¡°I am happy it pleases you my Lord. may we start with a toast?¡± I motion to Mira to pour us each a goblet of wine. My inner mischief smiles widely knowing everything is going according to plan.


    Once each of us have a glass in hand, I raise my goblet high. ¡°To the Prince¡¯s safe return¡± As we both drink I watch the Prince closely as he inhales his wine. At first glance it doesn¡¯t seem like he has changed at all, but maybe that is not how the potion works.


    ¡°So Prince Galleren, where did you travel too?¡± I figured this would be a good starter question.


    Taking a red grape from the table, the Prince pops it in his mouth. ¡°I traveled north with some of my advisors in search of more fertile lands. There was not much to find.¡±


    ¡°Why did you go in search of that?¡± Of course I knew the answers to that, but I want to keep him talking.


    ¡°Well, our food supply has reached an all time low, and local traders are refusing business with us. I was hoping to discover good soil near the Kingdom so that we could grow our own crops¡­. I should have known it would have been a waste of time. But, speaking of terrible soil how is that garden coming? See any flowers yet?¡± Prince Galleren chuckles, mocking my attempt to garden on Xosta soil.


    ¡°It is coming along quite nicely actually. I expect to see growth in the next few weeks.¡± I swallow my ego down with more wine.


    ¡°If I may, your Grace. I wish to speak with you about another matter.¡± The Prince¡¯s face gleamed with curiosity. ¡°Yes?¡± he says.


    Taking in a deep breath, followed by more wine, I summon all the courage I can muster. ¡°The King has informed me that the alliance between Theora and Xosta is not completed until our marriage has been consummated.¡±


    Prince Galleren¡¯s face falls flat. He is not pleased. ¡°Why do you not wish to lie with me?¡± The awkwardness of this topic fills the room like a thick fog. I am practically choking on the tension in the air.


    Taking a bite of mutton, the Prince answers, ¡°I told you before. I don¡¯t sleep with the enemy.¡±


    ¡°Your Majesty I assure you, I am not your enemy. What have I done to make you think so ill of me?¡±


    The Prince sighs in annoyance. ¡°It is not you, but the fact that my Father arranged this¡­ situation.¡± Before he continues he sends Mira out of the room giving us complete privacy. ¡°My Father is a tyrant. Everything he stands for, every action he takes I despise with my entire being. The only thing my Father and I have in common is our blood. This ¡®consummating the marriage¡¯ business is just another way he gets to twist the knife. I personally don¡¯t find any honor in forcing myself unto women, especially ones I have only just met.¡±


    Hearing him say this feels like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. But there is one part of his story that still nags at me¡­


    ¡°What about the Lady Hawyse and her two sisters?¡± In the back of my mind I know that Sir Esteve told me he had been faithful, but I want to hear it from the horse''s mouth. Without hearing the truth from him, I will always wonder.


    ¡°You mean my Father¡¯s whores? Please don''t mistake them as ladies, for they are far from it. They do as the King says blindly, anything out of their mouth are lies and deceit. Sir Esteve did inform me of their comments towards you. Most likely they were ordered by the King to say those things to make you uncomfortable. Rest assured, I have never been, and never will sleep with them. You have my word.¡±


    Standing from his seat, the Prince walks to me and kneels at my side. Taking my hand he looks into my eyes with genuine intent. ¡°Ariella¡­ I desire no one else but you.¡±


    ¡°Truly? Is that how you feel?¡± I was shocked by the Prince¡¯s confession. The potion Sir Esteve gave worked remarkably quickly. I have never seen his eyes more sincere.


    ¡°Ha! Please. Don¡¯t be naive. I barely know you.I simply wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine¡­ or should I say potion?¡± Prince Galleren smirked, his eyes glaring upon me.


    My cheeks are hot with embarrassment. I sip some wine from my glass and contemplate my wrong doing. I was caught red handed. There is no use in denying it. ¡°Was it that obvious?¡±


    Taking his goblet, the Prince poured out the tampered liquid into one of the potted plants. ¡°Your handmaid is not exactly trained in the art of stealth. I also regonzed the scent when I reached for my glass. Sir Esteve is not the only one well versed in potions you know.¡±


    I guess it would have been too easy for this plan to work perfectly; but maybe I can still change the outcome to my favor.


    ¡°Your Highness, I apologize for my deception. I was feeling desperate, and acted foolishly. I only desire peace between us and our people. This was not how I wanted to start our companionship.¡±


    The Prince''s nostrils flared ¡°No. You wanted to start with taking the truth out of me unwillingly. Perhaps extract some information to hold over me, but I digress. Let me speak plainly Princess. I don¡¯t know why my father agreed to this marriage. He could give a damn about Theora and we both know that¡­" Taking in a deep breath, he grabs a green apple on the table examining it carefully. "However, this alliance has presented us with an opportunity.¡±


    ¡°An opportunity for what? My Lord?¡±


    A devilish smile creeped across Galleren¡¯s face. ¡°To dethrone my Father King Thybaut.¡±

 Chapter 11: The Honeymoon

    That night my mind was restless. The Prince wishes to overthrow his Father. His ambitions are dangerous to both of us. My life is already at risk as it is. Despite our differences, I do see why the Prince is so determined. We have both seen what his Father is capable of, and how it has affected the people of Xosta. But if we did succeed, and Prince Galleren would become King, then¡­ I would be his Queen. Just the thought pits my stomach. I am not even ready to be his wife let alone Queen.


    Primping my face in the mirror I imagined what it would look like to wear the crown of a Queen. In my imagination I looked the part, but am I ready for the weight the crown brings?


    ¡°Are you almost ready Miss?¡± Mira enters along with two other servants who begin packing some of my belongings.


    ¡°Ready for what? Are we going somewhere?¡±


    Mira looked surprised. Clearly I am missing something. ¡°You and Prince Galleren leave for your honeymoon today. Did he not tell you last night?¡±


    The Prince¡¯s lack of communication never ceases to amaze me. He had plenty of time to tell me about our trip yesterday. Perhaps this is payback for trying to use the truth serum on him.


    Shaking my head I reply. ¡°No. He neglected to mention that.¡±


    ¡°Well, then there is no time to waste! The carriage is waiting for us.¡± Looking around my bedchamber the other servants are moving remarkably quickly, packing anything I may need for the journey ahead.


    ¡°Come, come! No more lollygagging! Prince Galleren will be displeased if we are late.¡± Gently Mira pushes me out the door.


    Looking back Mira says. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, they will pack everything you may need.¡±


    ¡°Where exactly are we going?¡± I ask.


    A wide smile appears on Mira¡¯s face. ¡°We are headed to the Utopia Islands!¡±


    ??


    I have only heard tales of the Utopia islands. From what I gather, they are some of the most beautiful beaches in the land; given their name, I can only imagine that they are. Mira is very excited about our visit. The entire trip she rambled about all of the fun things we were going to experience. Tanning, looking for seashells on the beach, and swimming in the ocean all sound delightful, so why am I not excited?


    Truth be told, it wasn¡¯t till the boat ride that it truly had sunken in¡­ I am going on my honeymoon. My stomach turns into knots thinking about so much alone time with Prince Galleren. The pressure of consummating the marriage is on. If there is ever a moment for me to secure my kingdoms alliance, it is now. I have to be strong for the good of Theora, and my family. I have been thinking about them so much since I have left. I have yet to receive a response from my mother or my brother, which leaves me yearning to hear from them. Mira assured me that both letters were sent and that there was no interference from the King, so I doubt he would withhold messages. Perhaps they are all busy with preparations of the Xosta¡¯s army. Hopefully, I will hear back from them soon.


    Docking into the Utopia Island port was a sight to behold. The oceans were a clear blue-green, and the sandy beaches looked like pale white diamonds in the sunlight. As Mira and I walked off the boat, the warm breeze tickled my senses, igniting a sensation of serenity across my body. Soon after we departed the ship, Prince Galleren and Sir Esteve joined us on the dock. The Prince¡¯s dark wavy hair tousled in the breeze as he and his escort approached us. We had not seen each other during the entire trip. I was almost convinced he wasn¡¯t even on the boat.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    ¡°My lady,¡± Prince Galleren takes my hand and lightly kisses it. ¡°I trust you enjoyed your travels.¡± The touch of his lips on my skin cause my cheeks to run hot. While he and I are not a perfect match, I cannot deny that he is extremely handsome. After all, I am only but a woman.


    Clearing my throat I pull my hand away from the Prince. ¡°Yes- your highness. Thank you.¡± He smiles. ¡°My family has a summer home here on the islands. It is not too far from here. Shall we walk? I would hate to spoil this beautiful day.¡±


    ¡°Yes, your highness.¡± I bow to him with admiration, but Prince Galleren stops me. Placing his hand under my chin he raises me back to standing posture. ¡°There is no need for that here. This is not Xosta territory anymore. Please, follow me.¡± No more formalities? Am I dreaming? A non-visible eye roll appeared on Sir Esteve¡¯s armor. Silently he walked past us to the sand. ¡°Ignore him.¡± the Prince whispers.


    When we reached the beach the Prince stopped at the edge of the dock. Bending forward he removed his sandals, carrying them in his left hand. Looking down at my feet, his eyebrow raises. ¡°I insist you take off your shoes Princess.¡± Faithfully I obey his command. Carefully I lift each foot, sliding off my shoes.


    ¡°Mira, will you see to our footwear? The servants and Sir Esteve will be taking a carriage to our destination. We shall be at the house shortly.¡± Mira was beaming. She was all too happy to assist the Prince. ¡°Yes your grace!¡± I was slightly disappointed that the rest of them won¡¯t be joining us, but perhaps it is for the best.


    Prince Galleren gestures to me. ¡°What are you waiting for?¡± Looking down at my bare feet, I lightly lift my skirt stepping into the sand. The ground beneath me felt like a warm cloud, I couldn¡¯t help but smile. I have never experienced anything like this before


    ¡°It feels marvelous doesn¡¯t it?¡± The Prince asks. Something about this place ignites joy into my soul. ¡°It¡¯s incredible,¡± I reply.


    The Prince and I walk side by side down the beach. The sounds of the ocean calling to us with each step. I have never seen Prince Galleren smile this much before. There has been a permanent grin on his face since we arrived. Looking at me, the Prince caught my stare.


    ¡°Can you feel it?¡± confused I ask. ¡°Feel what?¡±


    ¡°This island is enchanted. From the air around us to the sand between our toes is embedded with ancient magic. They say that thousands of years ago a group of Mages found these islands and used them as an escape from the stresses of life. They wanted to continue the joy that this place brought to them for others to enjoy for years to come.¡±


    I have heard tales of the old magic. Only little stories my mother would tell me before going to sleep. Not once have I gotten to experience them. We have not seen such magic in these lands for centuries.


    ¡°That is a beautiful story. I do have to say since I stepped on the beach I feel¡­ different.¡± The Prince nods. ¡°What you feel is happiness. Unencumbered by life¡¯s distractions. It is the perfect place to get away.¡±


    He was right. I felt truly happy. All of the pressures of the honeymoon felt like it had been lifted off my shoulders. ¡°I could manage with being here for a few days, so let¡¯s make the most of our time here.¡±


    I nod in agreement. ¡°Okay.¡±


    It didn¡¯t take us long to reach the beach house. What felt like five minutes was more realistically an hour. The aura of this island makes everything around you slower. It lets you appreciate the serene surroundings deeper. I felt more in tune with nature than I ever did on Theora.


    I was surprised to see the beach house was no house at all, but a fortress overlooking the water. The beige stone walls were high and strong. The castle was so close to the water that the base was covered in barnacles and sea moss. I suppose compared with the castle in Xosta, they would consider this to be more of a house.


    The inside was decorated plainly, much like the outside. Its simplicity was both humbling and comforting. The thin windows allowed the echoes of the ocean to enter the home, giving the illusion that we were still out on the beach.


    ¡°My lady, supper will be prepared within the hour. Would you care to change?¡± Mira looked like she already had enough time to get situated. Both my and the Prince¡¯s shoes were waiting for us by the front door when we entered. Around her mouth were some small crumbs from a potential per-dinner snack.


    ¡°Wonderful idea Mira. while you are at it, make sure that there is enough for you and Sir Esteve. We shall dine together.¡± Prince Galleren¡¯s voice was strong and true. Turning to me he says. ¡°Don¡¯t you agree Princess Ariella?¡±


    I have never heard him speak so casually to me before, let alone the help. Sir Esteve beat up a worker just because I spoke to him, will he act the same with the Prince¡¯s actions?


    ¡°Yes, I think that is a wonderful idea.¡±


    With a warm smile, Prince Galleren gazed down to me in reply, ¡°Splendid.¡±

 Chapter 12: Dinner is Served

    The banquet table is covered in delicious meals. Each prepared with great care and finesse. Freshly caught fish was served, along with some bread and cheeses. My stomach aches in desire for the arrangement presented before me. The voyage did not have food this appetizing, and I have been craving something with more flavor and substance.


    ¡°There is no time to waste, let us dig in!¡± Prince Galleren¡¯s enthusiasm blended with the wonderful smells that filled the hall. With haste, all of us took our seats. The Prince took the head of the table and motioned me to sit by his side. Mira then took her place next to me, and Sir Esteve sat in the seat adjacent to me. It was the last seat that was open closest to the Prince. The metal bang of his armor shattered the silence. As always, he was covered in head to toe steal. Even during dinner, he is on duty. Looking at his armor closer a thought occurred to me; how can he eat with his helmet on? Is this the moment I finally get to see his face? Trying to hide my excitement, I casually offer the basket of bread to the masked knight.


    ¡°Would you care for some bread, Sir Esteve?¡± I asked eagerly. Nodding softly, he took a piece from the basket and tore a bite-sized amount above his plate. Before reaching his mouth he stopped, almost like he had forgotten his helmet was still on. With his free hand, he lifted the helmet from the base of his neck. But to my disappointment, he only removed the bottom half, only exposing the mouth area.


    ¡°Sir Esteve, aren''t you uncomfortable?¡± Mira asked. I think the two of us were both hoping to see his face just now.


    Swallowing his bite, the Knight grumbled, ¡°No.¡±


    Prince Galleren let a small laugh escape his lips. ¡°Please don¡¯t mind him, ladies. Sir Esteve is a stubborn fellow. So much so that he has chosen to not enjoy the pleasures of the island¡¯s magic. See that ring? It is to ward off enchantments.¡±


    The bright ruby ring on the Knights¡¯ left hand glowed in the candlelight. I don¡¯t know how I have not seen it before.


    Mira¡¯s voice cuts into the conversation. ¡°That makes no sense. Why would you not want to experience the island''s unique properties?¡±


    Sir Esteve placed his fork on his plate, leaving the tapping sound of the glass lingering in the temporary silence. ¡°I take my duties very seriously. I am trusted by the Prince and the royal family to keep all of you safe. How can I do that if my mind has been altered with magic? Would you send a drunk warrior off to battle? No. It is the same principle.¡±


    Clearing his throat, the Prince looks to Mira. ¡°What are you most excited about during our holiday?¡±


    Taking a sip of wine Mira smiles widely. ¡°I look forward to tanning on the beach and swimming in the ocean. I never imagined that I would get to experience the Utopia Islands, so I want to enjoy it as much as I can... I also wanted to thank your majesty for having me accompany you on such a special outing. I am truly honored.¡±


    ¡°You are most welcome. I was pleased to bring you with us as I am sure Princess Ariella is.¡± The Prince¡¯s green eyes gazed to mine.


    Taking Mira¡¯s hand I add, ¡°Absolutely. You have become a dear friend to me.¡±


    Mira blushes slightly. ¡°Thank you, my Lady, you are too kind.¡±


    It had been so long since I had a meal with so many others. The simple act of sitting down and enjoying food with others is so simple, yet powerful. Looking back on the many family feasts we had in Theora, I remember the laughter, joy, and of course the sensation of a full belly. It was at this moment that I realized¡­ this is my new family. These are the people I am going to make new memories with, share meals with, and grow old with.


    Looking to the Prince with the thoughts of the family running in my mind, there is still so much I don¡¯t know about him. If we are to overthrow his father one day, and I am to potentially bear his children, I will need to know him on a deeper level. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    ¡°Prince Galleren-¡± He stops me before I can continue. ¡°Please, call me Ren. I much prefer it to my full name.¡± I was happy that he asked me to call him by his nickname. We have been so formal up to this point, and it was getting to be exhausting.


    With a grin, I continue. ¡°Alright, Ren. Have you been to the Utopia Islands before?¡±


    ¡°Oh yes, many times. My Mother and I would come here in the summer to this house in fact. We would run across the beach and swim in the ocean. I have many fond memories of our time here¡­¡± His voice waned off. His eyes now focused on his plate. Sorrow poured over him like an uncontrollable wave.


    Ren clenches his teeth to push out the words. ¡°I apologize. Please excuse me.¡±


    Quickly the Prince rises from his seat walking out os sight, soon followed by Sir Esteve. I can¡¯t help but feel guilty. I didn¡¯t know that such a simple question would cause him such pain.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry my Lady. It is nothing you said. Prince Galleren was very close to his Mother. Even if it has been years since her death, it is still a wound he has not yet healed from.¡± Mira¡¯s response calmed my guilt into submission. She said exactly what I needed to hear.


    ¡°Mira¡­ do you know how the Queen¡­ his Mother¡­ died?¡± She shakes her head low moving the crumbs on her plate with her spoon. ¡°I don¡¯t. It is one of the biggest secrets of the Xosta royal family. Some say she died from an illness, and others say that she killed herself.¡±


    ¡°What do you believe?¡± I could tell that my question was hard on Mira. She took a few moments before her answer.


    ¡°I honestly don¡¯t know. What I do know is that she was taken before her time, and that kind of loss is hard to come to terms with.¡±


    Mira¡¯s tone told me she was speaking from experience. Soon after my arrival, Mira had opened up to me about the loss of her mother.


    ¡°It is getting late. Let us retire for the evening.¡± Mira nods in agreement.


    ¡°I have already prepared your bed-chamber. I shall take you there.¡± Together the two of us walked through the house. The narrow halls and dusty stone floors told me that this place was built long before I was born, perhaps even before the Xosta palace was built. Its old charm was warm and inviting, it is humbling being with walls of so much history.


    My bedroom was a quant room, equipped with a fireplace and a beautiful oak bureau. The crackles of the fire ignited the faint light in the room. The bed was dressed with fresh linen sheets and fluffed pillows. I must have subconsciously been tired, for as soon as I saw the bed a yawn stretched from my mouth.


    Seeing the partition I walk behind and begin to disrobe with privacy. Mira had hung a soft cloth nightdress for me. My skin itched to be freed of these clothes as I gazed upon the light blue fabric. One by one, I took each layer of clothing off and placed it on top of the partition. As I was just about to place the nightgown over my head, there was a knock at the door, soon followed by the creaking sound of the hinges moving.


    ¡°Your Highness! What do we owe your presence.¡± Mira was just as surprised as I was. I didn¡¯t think I would see him again for the rest of the night after he left dinner so abruptly.


    ¡°It is my honeymoon. I have come to visit my wife¡¯s bed-chamber.¡± His voice was steady and matter of fact. It shouldn¡¯t be a shock to me that we would sleep in the same bed during our honeymoon, so why am I so befuddled.


    ¡°Ah yes of course! Princess Ariella is just changing into her nightclothes. I bid both of you goodnight.¡±


    ¡°Goodnight Mira.¡± the Prince replied.


    When I heard the door shut, so did my throat. I have dreaded this moment for so long, and now it is here.


    ¡°Everything alright back there?¡± Ren asked.


    Clearing any nerves from my throat, I primp my hair quickly and pinch my cheeks for good measure. ¡°Yes, one moment.¡±


    With a deep breath, I walk away from the changing partition and see the Prince already lying in bed waiting for me.


    Raising his eyebrow Ren¡¯s smooth voice brushes my ears. ¡°I don¡¯t bite.¡± with his left hand, he clears the covers for me to lay next to him. Graceful and slightly anxious, I take my place next to him and pull the covers over my waist. With a heavy of my chest, I slowly untie the bodice in between my breasts. I close my eyes, not being able to bare looking into his.


    Ren¡¯s quick and warm touch pried my eyes wide open. Taking my hand he placed it at my side. ¡°There is no need for that.¡±


    Frustrated and hurt from rejection I turn to my side and speak to him plainly. ¡° We must! Why do you refuse me? I-¡± My words were caught; taken by his soft unexpected lips.


    As he pulled away he whispered. ¡°Do not worry. Mira will surely report to him when we return that we had spent the night in the same bed-chamber. This will be proof enough for my father. Goodnight Princess.¡±


    Ren¡¯s care and thoughtful actions moved me. ¡°Arie¡­ you can call me Arie.¡±


    With a sleepy satisfied smile, the Prince Closed his eyes before muttering the words. ¡°Goodnight Arie.¡±

 Chapter 13: Where the Ocean Meets the Shore

    ¡°The water is so warm! I love the ocean!¡± Mira shouts with joy, splashing in the ocean.


    The day is bright, and sunny, with just a small breeze carrying through the air. Each day on the Utopia islands seems like a dream. Every second spent feels as if the stresses of life are being pulled from my body. My muscles have never been so loose and relaxed. As I touch along the nape of my neck I cannot find one single knot.


    Laying under the shade of a palm tree, I look around me trying to burn the surroundings to memory. My brother would have loved to go on a trip like this. I could see him roping me into building a sandcastle as soon as he saw the beach. Touching the corner of my mouth lightly, I realize a small smile cracked my expression. Normally thinking of my brother would bring me sadness, but the island¡¯s magic changes my perspective. Now when I think of him, I smile uncontrollably. Not only that, but I have noticed I have been smiling more around the Prince.


    He is like a completely different person on the island. After he spent the night in my bed, the anxiety of consummating the marriage disappeared. His assurance that Mira¡¯s report would be enough was a relief. It has allowed me to see Ren from a different view. His hard exterior has been broken down, and I can finally see the man he truly is.


    My lips tingle thinking about our kiss. It was unexpected, but every kiss with him tends to be. I am not used to being a wife quite yet. Kissing your husband should be completely normal when you are married, however, under these circumstances things are different for us. That being said, though we are strangers when his lips are on mine¡­ it feels like we have known each other for years.


    ¡°Morning.¡± Esteve¡¯s low voice echoes in my ear. Snapping myself from daydreaming about Ren, I look up to see him standing over me. His iron armor shining brightly in the sun.


    ¡°Good Morning, did you sleep well?¡± The helmet on the knight¡¯s shoulders turns towards me. ¡°Indeed, my Lady.¡±


    While I know that conversations with Sir Esteve tend to run short, the island has given me optimism for something more.


    ¡°Do you enjoy the beach, Sir Esteve?¡± The Knights¡¯ attention turns to my handmaid enjoying the open water. ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Then what brings you here? Surely you would much rather attend to Prince Galleren¡¯s needs.¡± A small chuckle escapes from the Knight¡¯s breath. ¡°You are most certainly right¡­ However, Prince Galleren has private matters to attend to and has ordered me to watch over you.¡±


    His disappointed tone spreads to my heart. I wish he could just let loose. Even just for a little bit. It must be exhausting being ¡®on duty¡¯ constantly. He is human after all, so he must get tired.


    ¡°If you must stay by my side, then I insist you relax-¡±


    ¡°Ahhh!¡± My heart stopped. Mira¡¯s cries pulled me to her urgently. I stand up quickly, looking out into the ocean. As my eyes dart across the clear blue water I spot her struggling to swim amongst the waves. I look to Sir Esteve beside me, waiting for him to rush to her rescue, but he stands still.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to do something?!¡± I yell pressingly. But in true Esteve fashion, he gives me the silent treatment. ¡°Fine! If you aren¡¯t going to do anything, then I will.¡±


    I push off my right foot into a full sprint across the white sand. Swinging my arms to move my body faster. As I get closer to Mira her screams become louder. ¡°Help!¡± She pleads


    ¡°Hang on! I¡¯m coming!¡± Holding onto my pendant, I say a silent prayer. Please¡­ let us make it out of this alive.


    Without hesitation I run across the edge where the sand meets the sea, diving headfirst into the ocean. At this moment I am thankful for all the swimming lessons my Father taught us growing up.


    Breaking to the surface I take in a deep breath. ¡°Mira!¡± In hysteria, I search around me. ¡°Mira!¡± I could hear my screams carry over the water, but there was no reply. Did she go under the surface?


    With another deep breath, I plunge into the depths of the ocean. Desperately I search, the saltwater burning my eyes. Taking a few strokes deeper, I see the outline of Mira¡¯s body. She was close, but I was running out of air. If I breached the surface again it may be too late for her.


    I can¡¯t give up. Determined I race to my drowning friend, trying not to think about how desperately I need oxygen. When I reach her, she is still and lifeless. Quickly I grab her arm and kick as hard as I can to the surface. The tightness in my chest became too much to bear. Any air in my lungs purged out of me, turning into bubbles before my eyes. I am so close. I can do this! With every bit of strength, I have left I swim hard and fast, till the warm sun and fresh air hits my face.


    I gasp, desperately catching my breath. Looking to Mira her eyes were closed, with the steady stillness throughout her body. I toss her arm over my shoulder and start swimming to land. ¡°We are almost there Mira! Stay alive!¡±The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Reaching the shore I lay Mira flat on her back. The small waves at the edge of the shore pushing us away from the warm waters. She still hasn¡¯t opened her eye. Bending forward I place my ear near her nose looking for any sign of life. She is not breathing.


    ¡°Come on Mira! Open your eyes!¡± I wail shaking her shoulders. Tears begin to flow from my eyes. I have lost so much already, I can¡¯t lose her too.


    Taking my fists I lift them above my head. ¡°Wake up!¡± With force, I drive my hands into her chest. The hit vibrated through her body, causing her eyes to spring open. Mira rolled aside coughing up a good amount of seawater. Desperately she took in a heavy breath as if trying to make up for the lost time. She is alive!


    ¡°Mira! Thank the Earth!¡± She was shaking, and still catching her breath, but she was alive. Wiping my tears I took her in my arms. I never had a sister, so Mira is the closest thing I have to one. She has become like family to me in Xosta. I don¡¯t know what I would do without her.


    Mira didn¡¯t speak. She didn¡¯t have to. The air in her lungs was all that mattered to me. ¡°Let¡¯s get you inside.¡± Holding on to Mira¡¯s side, I raise her from the ground walking back toward the house.


    My hair dripping with rage as I see Sir Esteve standing in the same exact spot I left him. The fury inside my stomach built up like a roaring fire. Each step closer fueling my bitterness. There were a million things I wanted to scream at him. Words of disappointment, and disrespect that he has been asking for from the very beginning. With so many slurs storming in my head all I could do was stare sharp daggers through him as we walked past.


    Entering the castle, the servants were hard at work cleaning and preparing a small afternoon snack for the house.


    One of the hired help caught my eye. ¡°My Lady, back so-¡±


    ¡°Mira needs medical attention immediately. She nearly drowned swimming in the ocean. Take her to her room, now.¡± I am usually not this abrupt with attendants, but I was in no mood for formalities.


    ¡°Yes, my Lady! Right away!¡± Putting down his broom he rushed to Mira¡¯s side taking her off my shoulders and onto his.


    ¡°Where is he?¡± I demand. The servant looked confused, and his silence told me that he was clueless about what I was asking.


    ¡°The Prince! Where is he?¡± My bark shook the man to his core. ¡°He is out on the balcony, in his chambers.¡± His lips quivered as the words pushed through his lips.


    Without delay, I marched to my destination determined to explain Sir Esteve¡¯s wrongdoing, and see to his punishment. Pushing open Prince Galleren¡¯s bedroom door with force caused a loud thud to bellow throughout the room.


    There Ren stood, among a few of his advisors and attendants. All of which had their eyes on me, dripping wet and covered in sand.


    ¡°Arie, what a lovely surprise.¡± Ren smiled as if trying to calm me down from a distance.


    ¡°I need to speak with you. Now.¡± The blood in my face felt like it was about to boil over. I did not break eye contact for a moment. I am not going to back down.


    ¡°Very well¡­ everyone, you are dismissed. Please close the door on your way out.¡± Maintaining my stance, I waited patiently for the two of us to be the last people present. Once the door closed behind me I stepped forward.


    ¡°Did you have a nice day at the beach?¡± Ren asked passively.


    His nonchalant attitude only added kindling to my already raging fire. ¡°I am not here for small talk Ren. Mira almost drowned and Sir Esteve stood there and watched! If I wasn¡¯t there to swim after her, she would have surely died! He is supposed to be there to protect us! She could have died! He must be reprimanded!¡±


    Casually, he walked over to his desk opening one of the small drawers. Taking out a purple vial, he poured the contents into his hands and rubbed them together.


    Annoyed I clamor, ¡°Are you listening to me? One of your servants could have died today! Do you want that on your conscious?¡±


    ¡°Shh.¡± he hushes.


    ¡°How can you-¡±


    ¡°Shhhh.¡± calmly he approaches lifting his hands to my face. Carefully he places each palm over my ears shutting out the sound around me. Once his hands touched my face I could no longer hear the sounds of the ocean, but rather sounds of the forest, much like the ones in Theora. In amazement, I closed my eyes taking in the sounds of the rustling trees, singing birds, and rolling rivers. Any anger that I had seemed like a thing of the past. All I wanted to do was listen intently to the sympathy of the forest.


    ¡°Does that feel better?¡± Ren¡¯s voice called my eyes open.


    Not wanting to take away from the peaceful sounds in my ears, I nod softly. Without lifting his hands, Ren pulls me toward him carefully resting his chin on the crown of my head.


    ¡°I am sorry Mira¡¯s life was put in danger. You did a brave thing today. You are both safe and that is all that matters. I will talk with Sir Esteve, I assure you this will not happen again.¡±


    Disappointment came over me when the soothing sounds of nature faded away from my senses. I look up to Ren as if asking why it stopped only using my eyes.


    ¡°It is only temporary. The longest it lasts is a few minutes.¡± Releasing his hands from my face, he reaches over to a scrap of cloth lying on his desk. Roughly he wipes any remaining liquid off his hands, making sure to clean each crevasse of his fingers.


    ¡°I probably shouldn¡¯t tell you this¡­ but It is one of Sir Esteve¡¯s special potions. He made it just for you if you were in emotional turmoil. He didn¡¯t go into further detail.¡±


    It¡¯s not poison! Just drink it!


    The Knight¡¯s words echoed through my mind as the memory of my wedding day flashed before me. I was having a panic attack after the King had visited me when Sir Esteve came to my rescue with a potion.


    Looking to Ren level headed I motion to the purple vial. ¡°Even with his kind gesture, there is no excuse for not coming to Mira¡¯s aid.¡±


    ¡°I agree.¡± Taking the small bottle, he places it back from whence it came. ¡°I will send someone to care for Mira. Meanwhile, I hope that this event didn¡¯t sour the rest of your evening. I have something planned for the two of us.¡±


    ¡°You do?¡± I was not expecting a gesture like this from the Prince. Yet again, he has been full of surprises on this trip.


    Pushing his dark hair back, Ren lets out s quick chuckle under his breath. ¡°Don¡¯t sound so surprised. I think you will enjoy it. For now, get some rest. Our adventure begins at sunset.¡±

 Chapter 14: Water Boiling Over

    Ren wanted me to rest¡­ but I just couldn¡¯t. No matter how hard I tossed and turned, my mind was active in thought. Giving up my hope of sleep, I decide to visit Mira. It''s been hours since I saved her from a watery grave.


    Even though time has passed, I still hold a grudge for Sir Esteve. His disregard for Mira and my safety is inexcusable. I subconsciously clench my teeth just thinking about it.


    Leaving my chamber, I walk down the hall admiring the stone walls that surround me. It only took me a few steps to reach Mira¡¯s room. Before opening the door I see that it is ajar. Quietly I look inside to see Mira lying in bed, with Sir Esteve at her side. On the edge of the mattress, Mira¡¯s hand is covered by a dark iron gauntlet.


    ¡°Thank you for coming by.¡± Mira smiles at the dark knight before her. Quietly he nods and rises. ¡°Please do not hesitate to ask me for anything. I owe you a debt, and I do not wish it to go unfulfilled.¡±


    As Sir Esteve turns to the door, my heart jumps out of my stomach. Hide! Without a second thought, I sprint around the corner to keep out of sight. It was bad enough just seeing him through the crack in the door, I definitely don¡¯t want to talk to him.


    Patiently I wait, as the sound of a closing door rings in my ear. I count to ten in my head, hoping that is enough time for the knight to have left. Slowly peering around the corner, my vision is blocked by a tall suit of armor.


    ¡°My lady.¡± He addresses formally. I didn¡¯t dare look up to his iron face. My pride was too stubborn to return any pleasantries. Standing up straight, I walk around the Knight without blinking an eye and head straight to Mira¡¯s Chambers.


    When I enter, she is in the same place I saw her; In bed under a quilted blanket. Her eyes were tired, and her face slightly pale.


    ¡°Your Highness! You came to visit? Forgive me, I am not suitable for your company.¡± Taking the piece of blanket closest to her, Mira covers her pajamas across her chest.


    ¡°Of course I came to see you. I wanted to make sure you are okay. Don¡¯t mind anything about appearances, you have been through a lot today. How are you feeling?¡± Taking the stool from the corner I sit next to my friend, eagerly listening.


    ¡°I am well, and alive thanks to you. My lady, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I was so scared...¡± Tears grew in her eyes as she looked back on her trauma.


    ¡°It was nothing really. I am just glad you are safe, and sound.¡±


    Wiping her tears Mira rubs her eyes. ¡°What do you have planned for the rest of your evening? I¡¯m afraid I won¡¯t be much help.¡±


    ¡°I understand. Take all the time you need to recuperate. I actually do have plans tonight. Ren is taking me somewhere, but he wouldn¡¯t say anything else I¡¯m afraid.¡±


    A grin comes across Mira¡¯s face. ¡°Ah, I see¡­ I am sure both of you will have a wonderful time together.¡± she winks.


    A blush rose over my cheeks. ¡°It is not like that! He is probably going to show me some of the sights on the island ro something... right?¡±


    Mira shrugs her shoulders. ¡°It¡¯s possible. There are many wonders to behold on the Utopia Islands. However, knowing the Prince there will be more to it than that.¡±


    Before I could inquire more, a knock at the door stalled our conversation. To my surprise, It was Prince Galleren. I hope he didn¡¯t hear us¡­


    ¡°Ah! There you are. I have been looking everywhere for you.¡± The Prince smiles down at me, positively glowing. Island life suits him well.


    ¡°Oh my! Your Highness, I am not presentable!¡± In a panic Mira throws her blanket over her head, hiding from her royal visitor.


    ¡°Please don¡¯t fret over me, Mira. I am just here to pick up Arie for our date this evening.¡± Just hearing the word ¡®date¡¯ come out of his mouth sent my insides into a frenzy.


    ¡°W-Well I suppose we should get going.¡± I cracked. ¡°Feel better Mira.¡± With a soft hand, Ren glides his touch to the small of my back leading me into the hall. His fingers surrounding my lower spine causes my muscles to simmer like slow roaring boil over the fire.


    ¡°So where are you taking me?¡± A mischievous smile widens on Ren¡¯s face. ¡°It¡¯s a surprise. Besides, I don¡¯t know if you would believe me if I told you.¡±


    As we walked outside, the winnie of horses grabbed my attention. Just outside our vacation home were two large beautiful animals, saddled and ready to ride.


    ¡°I assume you know how to ride, yes?¡±


    I nod. ¡°Of course.¡±


    ¡°Wonderful! You can ride Chestnut, I will take Georgio.¡± Ren¡¯s horse had a unique white coat that was covered in cobalt freckles. It was mesmerizing.


    ¡°My horse is native to the island. His breed has adapted to the magics here; hence the abnormal colors.¡± The Prince must have noticed me staring. ¡°He is beautiful.¡±


    Checking the saddle Ren replies. ¡°That he is. A very fine horse. While Chestnut is not blue, she is an excellent horse for riding. We brought her along from the Xosta stables. She is strong and very protective of her riders.¡±


    My horse does look strong. Her muscles are tight, and her legs look like they can hold tons. Approaching Chesnut I reach out my hand, caressing her soft fur. As I introduce myself through touch she releases a soft purr of enjoyment. Placing my right foot into the stirrup, I grab hold of the saddle tight and hoist myself onto the horse¡¯s back.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    ¡°Follow me¡± Ren uses a clicking sound with his mouth to lead Georgio through the sandy beaches and towards the forest. With a soft kick of my heel, I guide Chestnut behind the blue-spotted horse.


    ¡°You are a natural.¡± Ren beams with pride.


    ¡°Thank you, your Majesty,¡± I say in jest. ¡°My brother and I would often ride together. The hills and valleys of Theora are perfect terrain. Some days I would just let my horse take the lead and see where they would take me.¡±


    The forests were thin in the beginning, but as we pressed further the nature around us grew thick. Overgrown trees and thickets nearly covering the trails completely.


    ¡°Do you miss him? Your brother I mean.¡± While I could not see Ren¡¯s face, I could sense remorse in his question.


    ¡°I do¡­ Every day. I wasn¡¯t able to say goodbye to him before I left. And I have yet to hear a response to my letter to him, or my mother.¡± Georgio¡¯s sudden stop surprised me, but it didn¡¯t phase Chesnut¡¯s instincts. When my eyes met Ren¡¯s I found myself not getting lost in the greens of the forests, but in the greens of his eyes.


    ¡°I apologize for my strict rules on your departure. I thought it was best at the time. I didn¡¯t want any chance for the agreement to fall through. There is so much riding on the uniting of our two Kingdoms¡­ but I digress. I am sure you will hear back from them soon. Hopefully someday soon they will visit us at the palace after I overthrow my Father.¡± With a modest whip of the reigns, the Prince¡¯s horse continued to walk the narrow forest path.


    ¡°How do you plan to overthrow the King?¡± Ren sighs. ¡°It''s complicated. There are a lot of moving pieces, and there is danger in knowing what they are. I don¡¯t wish to put you in any more danger. Believe me. I have a plan. Soon my Father will get the justice he deserves.¡± The Prince''s confidence was reassuring, however not knowing his plan leaves so much to the imagination.


    ¡°How is your garden? Have you made any success in growing your plants?¡± I was hoping he would forget about the garden¡­ much like I was. I shake my head in shame. ¡°I am afraid not¡­ I did everything to ensure fruitful crops, but the soil is untenable. I checked on them before we left and not even one had sprouted.¡±


    Ren laughed into the leafy atmosphere. ¡°I told you! It is impossible for wildlife to grow on our land. I do admire your effort though.¡± Ren took a moment and served the landscape.  ¡°We are almost there. Just a bit further.¡±


    Looking around me I was astonished to see the leaves and vines change from emerald green to an amethyst purple. The dim sunlight lights the dew of the flowers below, causing them to shine like starlight.


    The changing sound of the horses'' hooves below pulled me to the ground. Small flat rocks had appeared, each with tiny iridescent flecks of blue and green. With the sun nearly out of the sky, darkness began to creep in. With the light faded I feared how we would find our way back to our beds. ¡°Maybe we should turn back?¡± I ask nervously.


    ¡°Nonsense. We are almost there.¡± Ren¡¯s assurance wasn¡¯t enough to ease my worries. ¡°How do you expect us to find our way back in the dark?¡±


    Once more Georgio came to a halt, with Chestnut copying him. Ren¡¯s right hand raised forward, pointing out in front of him. ¡°That is how.¡±


    The vision before me was like a dream. Before us was a wide lake, surrounded by glowing lavender wildflowers. Glimmering stones peeking up from the water''s edge illuminated the path around the breathtaking body of water. A cool mist swirled in the air that smelled of Eucalyptus like a fine perfume. This place is truly extraordinary.


    ¡°Who needs the sun when you have enchanted glowing flowers to guide your path?¡± Jumping off his horse, Ren ties Georgio and Chestnut''s reins to a nearby tree. Extending his hand I take it as a support, carefully placing my feet back on the ground.


    ¡°Do you like it?¡± He asks.


    ¡°It''s so¡­¡±


    ¡°Breathtaking?¡± He took the words right out of my mouth. ¡°Yes, breathtaking.¡±


    Ren smiles causing a dimple to form on his right cheek. ¡°Wait till you experience the water.¡± Just as quickly as the words spilled from his mouth, the Prince''s shirt found its way off of his chest and into his hand.


    ¡°W-Wait. We are swimming?¡± Panic swells in my chest. I don¡¯t even let Mira see me naked, let alone Ren.


    ¡°Yes, we are swimming. This lake is the center of the island''s magic. Every enchantment is drawn from this power source. That is why everything around it is glowing. Legend is that if you swim in these waters your senses are heightened. You can see colors like never before, even hear for miles.¡±


    As the Prince begins to pull down his trousers I quickly look away. Fixating on the moon, I ask, ¡°Isn¡¯t that dangerous? What if the enchantment goes wrong? Let¡¯s just go home.¡±


    ¡°What is the matter? Oh¡­ wait. Now I remember. You Theorans are prudes, aren''t you¡­ Suit yourself. I am not going to squander this rare opportunity.¡± Listening closely I hear the sound of water rippling as Ren takes his first steps into the lake. It is when the Prince submerges underneath the enchanted waters that a spark of courage hits me. He is right¡­ This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.


    Taking a deep breath I throw most of my layers over the side of a large rock, leaving just my undergarments to cover the most crucial places. Looking out to the water I see Ren in the center of the lake. His wet jet black hair shining in the moonlight looked almost as luminescent as the flowers around him.


    Walking to the lake''s edge, my toes are kissing the line of rock blocking any water to reach me. Just do it.


    Holding my arms over my breasts I place my first foot into the clear blue water. Normally, lake water is icy cold, but this lake was warm to the touch. The vibrations of the water reached the Prince, altering him of my presence. Turning towards me he stares at me with his tender gaze, hypnotizing me with his wet glassy skin. Every inch deeper into the water, the more I noticed a difference in my senses. Ren¡¯s form was no longer a dark and murky sight, but bright and alive. Even my pale skin seems to glow from within as I approached the center of the enchanted lake.


    ¡°I am glad you changed your mind.¡±


    Feeling self-conscious I reply. ¡°We are married after all¡­ it was only a matter of time till we would see each other like this...¡±


    Ren looks at me devilishly. ¡°I couldn¡¯t agree more.¡± Taking me by the arms, he pulls me in closer. ¡°Can you hear that?¡±


    There were so many sounds around me that he could be talking about any number of them. What I was fixated on was the fire of his hands on my arms.


    ¡°To what are you referring?¡± Every second he lingered, my skin screamed in gratification wanting more.


    ¡°If you listen closely, you can hear the ocean from here. Try to focus on the beach.¡± In an effort to not concentrate on his touch, I focus on the ocean. Thinking of riding our horses along the sandy shores, swimming after Mira, remembering the first time I stepped on the Utopia island sand...


    ¡°I can hear it!¡± In my excitement, I didn¡¯t realize how close we were. Jumping up with joy I lost my balance crashing into Ren¡¯s chest. The strangest thing was, it felt as if the water was pulling us towards each other. Feeling Ren¡¯s heart against mine caused my breath to run thin. My skin now ablaze in the water, sizzling around us like a hot spring.


    ¡°Arie?¡± I couldn¡¯t wait another moment. I don¡¯t know if it was the lake or our honeymoon, but I kissed him right then and there.


    Together we embraced each other tightly under the moonlight, with crashing ocean waves echoing in our ears.

 Chapter 15: Home Sweet Home

    Arie...


    My name never sounded so sweet before.


    Arie¡­


    Last night felt like a dream. His lips on mine. The warm water splashing against our skin. At that moment, we were in another world. There was no war, no evil King to dethrone, but just us. Ren was gentle and caring with every touch like he had planned it out in his mind ahead of time. I never expected that from him. Then again I never expected to kiss him. What the Prince said is true, ¡®the ancient magic of the island brings happiness unencumbered by life¡¯s distractions.¡¯ I can only hope this happiness will not fade when we return to Xosta, but I would be naive to think that change is on the horizon.


    ¡°Arie? Its time to wake up.¡± When I opened my eyes, the sun greeted me with its bright rays. Ren¡¯s arm was around my shoulder, his face resting on my head. We fell asleep in the soft grass, the lake just a few feet away from us.


    ¡°How did you sleep?¡± Ren took a deep breath from my hair. I smile, nuzzling closer into his side. ¡°Very well, and yourself?¡±


    ¡°Well indeed, I can¡¯t remember the last time I slept like this¡­ Alas, we should be headed back. I am sure Sir Esteve has his panties in a bunch that we didn¡¯t come home last night.¡±


    Just his name makes me aggravated. ¡°He can wait.¡±


    ¡°Ha! While he won¡¯t discipline a woman, I am sure I am in for a world of hurt. Besides, we need to board the ship by nightfall.¡± Ren sat up, realizing me from his warmth. He raised his toned arms in the air stretching them from side to side.


    ¡°It went by so fast¡­¡± My voice trailed off looking back on our time on the island. So much happened here. It is the first time since I left home that I have felt truly happy. I wasn¡¯t ready for that to end.


    ¡°Time goes by quickly. That is why it is important to take a moment and enjoy the life you have been given. That is why the Mages worked so hard to preserve this place.¡±


    I was sad. To leave the island, and even more the thought of losing the Ren that is in front of me.


    With his hand, he reached out pulling me to my feet. ¡°I know that it hasn¡¯t been easy for you and that I am partially to blame for that. There is more change coming¡­ some that you may not understand. If I am to overthrow my father, the element of surprise is our best chance of victory. I need you to trust me. I haven¡¯t done anything to earn your trust, but If you can put your trust in me, I will do everything in my power to make Xosta a home for you... Can you do that? Do you trust me?¡±


    Holding his hand, and looking into his eyes, I felt my answer deep in my soul. ¡°I trust you.¡±


    ??


    When I returned to Xosta was in shock. ¡°What is all this?¡± I looked to Mira, but she appeared to be just as clueless as I was. The palace was buzzing with activity. Servants everywhere; cleaning, cooking, and arranging furniture.


    ¡°I am not quite sure my lady. I will find out. Go off to your chambers you must be tired, I¡¯ll be there shortly.¡± I raised my brow, ¡°Are you sure? I am not the one who needs the rest¡­¡±


    Mira shakes her head. ¡°There is no need for concern. I am feeling much better. Besides I have much to do now that we have returned, there is no time to waste!¡± Before I could blink, Mira ran off following the crowd of castle attendants.


    ¡°May I escort you to your chambers?¡± Ren snuck up on me from behind slipping his hand gently around my waist.


    ¡°You may.¡± I reply ¡°Do you know what is going on? It seems like the castle is preparing for a gathering of some kind.¡±


    The Prince shrugs his shoulders. ¡°I don¡¯t have the faintest idea, but my father is never one for good surprises so we must be wary.¡±


    ¡°Agreed.¡±


    Approaching my chamber door, Ren reached for the handle pulling toward his body. ¡°After you.¡± Does Ren have manners now? Maybe the enchantments of the island haven¡¯t worn off yet.


    My room is just as I left it. The air was thick and humid as always, the sun had nearly set so a soft breeze showed a promising change in temperature.


    ¡°Arie.¡± like music to my ears, I couldn¡¯t help but smile.


    ¡°Yes?¡± I turn to find the Prince inches away from me. His warm breath brushing across my face sent my heart racing. Carefully he took both hands, holding my face in his strong palms, pulling me in closer. His bright green eyes send me into a haze, hypnotized with his loving gaze. My chest felt like it was about to bust out of my corset. The room around us turned fuzzy, with only the sounds of desire pumping through our lungs.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.


    ¡°Pardon the intrusion.¡± An all too familiar masculine voice shattered our trance. Sir Esteve stood at the door with an air of disgust in his aura. Curse though enchanted boots of silence¡­


    ¡°What is it? Have you found anything?¡± Ren changed his attention to him, but I could feel a small string still tethered to my heart.


    ¡°It appears King Thybaut is having a feast in your honor. For returning from the honeymoon as man and wife.¡± My face blazed in embarrassment. The King is having a celebration, for us consummating our marriage!


    Ren scratched his chin, taking a moment to contemplate. ¡°I suppose that is something he would be happy about. But¡­¡± He looked to Esteve as if speaking telepathically.


    The Knight shook his head. ¡°It is strange he would put this together on assumptions. I¡¯ll keep my ear to the ground¡­ In the meantime, the feast will begin shortly. Both of you should prepare, it could be a long night.¡±


    The Dark Knight left as quickly as he entered. ¡°Esteve is right, we should get ready.¡± leaning down Ren kissed me softly. ¡°I will see you soon.¡±


    As the Prince reached for the door, it violently swung open. ¡°Oh my! Your highness! My apologies!¡± Mira was red in the face panting like she had been running for miles.


    ¡°Haha, don¡¯t fret Mira. I was just leaving.¡± Mira bowed her head, her shoulders moving with the rapid air in her lungs.


    ¡°My Lady! We must hurry! The King is holding a feast tonight in your honor!¡± I can¡¯t help but giggle, watching her run around like a chicken with its head cut off.


    ¡°Yes Mira, I am aware. Sir Esteve just informed me.¡± Mira snapped her head up. ¡°He did?¡± I nodded.


    ¡°Well then what are you standing there for?! Get behind the partition! I will gather your evening attire.¡± Quickly my determined handmaid scrambled to the wardrobe ruffling through the racks of dresses to choose from.


    Fearing Mira¡¯s rath, I slip behind the room divider and undress privately. ¡°Didn¡¯t you bring anything from Theora for special occasions?¡±


    ¡°All of the clothes from Theora are suited for every occasion in my kingdom. Why?¡±


    Mira sighed loudly. ¡°I beg your pardon my Lady, but these are not suitable. This is a celebration in your honor! This will be a prestigious event almost like that of your wedding day.¡±


    I did not realize that this was that big of an event. With all eyes on me, I want to ensure I am dressed for the occasion.


    ¡°Wait here, I have an idea.¡± The sound of Mira¡¯s determination was comforting, but my stomach was still uneasy. Patiently I waited for my handmaid to return. A sat on the floor with my back against the cold stone wall, daydreaming of my time on the Utopia Islands. Instead of thinking about the pressures of tonight, I remembered the feelings of sand in between my toes, the salty warm breeze brushing up against my cheek, and Ren holding me in his arms in the grassy field. Even miles away, the island can bring me comfort. For I will always have my memories.


    ¡°Here! Put this on.¡± I was so immersed in my imagination that I didn¡¯t even hear Mira return. Looking up a dark grey stain dress appeared over the partition. Taking the garment into my hands, I admired the soft chiffon skirt and long regal sleeves. The waist and shoulders were decorated with a lace pattern of flowers and vines.


    ¡°Where did you find this?¡± I ask, carefully placing the gown over my head. ¡°It belonged to the late queen.¡± Mira¡¯s response was a matter of fact, but her words were heavy with meaning. This was no ordinary dress. The last person to wear it died mysteriously and was the mother to the Prince. Before putting my arms in the sleeves, I can¡¯t help but question.


    ¡°Is this okay? I don¡¯t want to offend anyone¡­¡± Meaning I don¡¯t want to offend the King. ¡°Nonsense. That dress has been gathering dust for years, I doubt anyone would recognize it. Does it fit?¡±


    Pulling the sleeves over my shoulders with ease, I walk out to show her. ¡°You tell me.¡± In anticipation, I watch as Mira examines my outfit. ¡°It is a little large, on you; but there is no need to worry. My mother was an excellent seamstress in her day, and she taught me everything that I know.¡±


    Opening the drawer of one of the nearby dressers, Mira pulls out a small sewing box. ¡°Raise your arms please.¡± reaching up Mira gathers and pins the sides of my dress. Pinching at the rib cage down to the waist. One by one, she took each pin and punctured the fabric in place.


    ¡°I think that her majesty the Queen would be happy not only to see you in her gown but that you are Prince Gallrens wife.¡± Picking up a needle and thread she began to sew in the places she had pinned.


    ¡°Do you really think so?¡± Pulling the needle outward Mira looked to me with deep sincerity in her eyes. ¡°Yes, my lady. I think that if she were still here the two of you would be the best of friends. Her marriage to King Thybaut was arranged and I am sure both of you faced the same struggles in adjusting to your new life in Xosta.¡±


    ¡°What else do you know about her?¡± Mira pauses for a moment, her eyes scanning over her work thus far. ¡°She was¡­ Kind, strong, and loved her child more than anything in this world¡­ There is a rumor that she had a few miscarriages before the Prince was born and that she had buried them somewhere on the castle grounds. But those are just rumors.¡±


    My heart goes out to her if the rumors are true. I don¡¯t know what I would do if I had a miscarriage, let alone several. Life is the greatest gift we have on this earth.


    ¡°Just one more adjustment. You can lower your arms now.¡± I was relieved to rest my tired limbs. Taking the top of each sleeve, Mira repeated her sewing pattern; pinch, pin, sew.


    ¡°Thank you for doing this Mira. I couldn¡¯t have done it without your help.¡± My handmaid smiles pulling the thread to the ceiling. ¡°It is my honor to serve your highness.¡±


    After a few more movements of the needle. Mira motions to the mirror. ¡°Tell me what you think.¡±


    Before I even saw my reflection I knew that she had done an excellent job. The dress was taken in just enough that it hugged my body but was not so tight that it would hinder my motion. Approaching the mirror Mira rushed to the vanity, grabbing one of the enchanted brushes.


    ¡°Is it to your liking?¡± she asked, combing my hair. ¡°I must say, you look very happy my Lady.¡± I am smiling ear to ear. How can I not be happy? My Kingdom¡¯s survival is ensured, my marriage is growing stronger by the day, and there is a large celebration being held in my honor.


    ¡°I am happy¡­¡± I trail off staring at my image in the glass mirror.


    ¡°But?¡± Mira prys.


    Letting out a sigh I look to my chest where my Earth pendant remains. ¡°I just wish my family were with me is all¡­ Then everything would be perfect.¡± The Prince promised me to make this castle my home when he becomes King. I hold on to the hope that they will one day become part of this place and that we will be reunited.

 Chapter 16: When Darkness Falls

    The entire room is packed with people. In the center of the hall, couples have already started to dance to lively music provided by local minstrels. With the mead and melodies flowing, everyone seemed to have a smile on their face; but there was one smile that I wished to see more than anyone.


    ¡°Mira, do you see Prince Galleren?¡± My handmaid pours a glass of red wine and hands it to me. ¡°I am afraid I don¡¯t my lady, I am sure he is here somewhere. I will keep you company till then.¡±


    Sipping slowly I take in the grape flavor, savoring it on my palette. Not too sweet, and just dry enough to not parch my thrust, but quench it. ¡°Thank you. I appreciate that. This is all so¡­ overwhelming.¡±


    Out of the corner of my eye I see the three ladies in waiting to the King. The three of them giggling to themselves per usual, but clearly they were more focused in my direction.


    ¡°Don¡¯t give in to their games Miss, they are trouble makers and nothing more.¡± Normally I would do as Mira suggested, but there is a lack of patience in the air tonight¡­ I couldn¡¯t ignore it any longer.


    Approaching them I kept a calm demeanor, but there was a fire in my belly ready to burst. ¡°Good evening ladies.¡± I present myself with a small courtesy.


    Lady Hawsey snickers, ¡°Good evening, what a mature gown. Did it belong to your grandmother?¡± Her sisters laughed fanning their faces elegantly.


    All three of the sisters were wearing matching red dresses, however the jewelry for each of them was unique. Uldi was wearing a large sapphire necklace with identical earrings. Avelyn opted for pure gold in the form of large encrusted bracelets. Lady Hawsey stood out from the three. Atop her large head was a tiara of rubies and diamonds, the likes of which would normally be worn by royalty.


    ¡°What a lovely tiara Lady Hawsey. I was not aware of your recent rise in monarchy. Did the King propose? The two of you make a fine couple.¡± She narrowed her eyes, snapping her fan into her palm. ¡°It was a gift from his majesty, he said I could wear whatever pleases me. I believe you have forgotten who rules this Kingdom¡­ Why King Thybaut allowed this arrangement with the Prince is beyond me, but take my advice; be quiet and bare the King¡¯s grandchildren. If you can do that you will live a long life here. I would be careful to not forget your place.¡±


    It took every ounce of self control not to smack that tiara right off her head. Before I could debate my assault any further, one of the King¡¯s guards grabbed the room¡¯s attention.


    ¡°Here ye! Here ye! Presenting the Mighty King Thybaut! And the Great Prince Galleren!¡± The room erupted in applause for the royal family. The King was covered in gold and gems, so much so that the fire light of the torches caused them to send reflections of light across the room.


    My mouth curved into a small smile seeing Ren walk out with his Father. He was wearing black luxurious dress robes, with intricate gold trim that accentuated his physique. He looked so handsome. However looking carefully I noticed his eyes were focused on the floor, and his shoulders stiff and unwavering.


    Sir Esteve was right behind them, always on duty attached at the royal hip. His dark armor glistened in the dimly lit room as the stone-hearted knights stood at the side of the royals. Looking at Mira beside me, I can¡¯t help but relive that horrible moment on the beach. Angrily I take a large sip of wine, trying to bottle my rage.


    Raising his hand, King Thybaut demanded silence. ¡°Thank you all for coming! Especially on such short notice, for this is a cause for celebration! Our newlyweds have come home from their honeymoon, and I am happy to announce that they have officially consummated their marriage!¡±


    The crowd receives the news in a cheerful uproar. While I am happy that this has pleased the King, I also want to crawl under a rock. I looked up to Ren to see his reaction, but to my disappointment, his eyes were still to the ground. Looking closer at his rigid posture a sinking feeling belows in the pit of my stomach. Something is not right...


    Quickly the King clears his throat to continue. ¡°As you all know, our alliance with Theora has offered them protection from the Orc invaders. But I simply could not just offer them an army free of charge, so King Edom offered to give away his daughter in the marriage to my son in exchange.¡±


    That is not true. My father said that it was King Thybaut who demanded the arranged marriage. That he would not take no for an answer. Was that a lie? Ren what is going on¡­


    ¡°But is that an equal exchange? One Princess in exchange for one of the finest armed forces in the world? I certainly didn¡¯t think so... If a Kingdom is not strong enough to defend itself, they don¡¯t deserve to be a Kingdom!¡± The crowd bursted in agreement. Lady Hawsey and her two terrible sisters raise their glasses to the King¡¯s rhetoric, red liquid spilling from the ridges of their glasses.


    ¡°For too long, Theora has stood in our way of greatness! Too long, have they mistreated our Kingdom! Too long, they have hoarded their resources leaving our people to starve! I say, no more!¡± King Thybaut raised his fist raising the noise level higher. ¡°As of this morning, it has been confirmed that the Kingdom of Theora has fallen! As of today, it shall be renamed New Xosta!¡±


    The air around me goes thin. Losing feeling in my hands, I drop my glass spilling wine at my feet. This is not real...it can¡¯t be true¡­


    The King changes his gaze to me, with a devilish smile on his face. ¡°The entire royal family has been executed!¡± The sound of the crowd bounced off the stone walls, but my ears had shut down in denial. In my mind the room was silent. They are dead? My mother, my father, my little brother? This cannot be¡­ It¡¯s not true.


    ¡°As for the marriage of Prince Galleren and Princess Ariella, I now declare their union void, and sentence the former Princess to death¡­¡± The King snapped his fingers, motioning to his men. I don¡¯t know what was more upsetting, that my kingdom was taken over, that my family was dead, or that I was soon to join them. My knees buckled trying to decide, sending me to the ground.


    ¡°My Lady, are you alright?¡± I could hear the fear in Mira¡¯s voice, she knew my fate as well as I did. Soon three guards had surrounded us. One of them grabbed me by the arm pulling me to my feet.


    ¡°There is no need for her to have a handmaid. Get rid of her.¡± The King¡¯s tone sounded pleased, as if it brought him pleasure to punish an innocent person on my behalf.


    The second guard took Mira by her shoulders pushing her to her knees. With a tight grip he yanked her head up leaving her neck exposed to the crowd.


    ¡°Wait! Please! Don''t!¡± Mira screamed tears running down her face. The third guard swiftly drew his steel blade raising it high above her.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    In desperation I looked to my husband and his Knight, hoping for some kind of sign. A nod, a wink, anything to tell me that this wasn¡¯t real, that everything was going to be okay. But to my disappointment, they stood there like statues.


    ¡°No! Stop!¡± Even though my words have no power, I couldn¡¯t help but try. As I watched the guards blade descend, I felt the mending in my heart rip with the loss of my home, and my family, seeing my friend being cut down in front of me¡­


    ¡°Ahhh!¡± My cries fell over the crowd of people like waves in a storm. The tears gushed out of my eyes, creating waterfalls from my rosy cheeks. While no wound had penetrated me in that moment, my chest was cut into pieces.


    As I watched Mira¡¯s body fall to the ground, I felt the part of her that was in my heart tear from my chest. She landed lifelessly in a puddle of her own blood. Her eyes are dead, and empty. For a moment I wished that I too was cut down with her. For I think that it would be better to be put out of my misery, than live in a world where everyone, and everything I once loved is gone.


    ??


    Sleep was futile. The cold wet floor of my cell made comfort nearly impossible. No matter how hard I tried, my heart continued to ache from the loss of my family and friends. Not to mention the loss of my kingdom, my life, and my husband.


    Ren¡¯s words echoed in my memory, he told me that I needed to trust him. That he would give me everything I ever wanted if I simply took a leap of faith. But things have changed. How can I possibly hope for a happy life when my world around me has turned to ashes. I would rip out my heart with my bare hands if it meant I could numb this pain.


    My brother. My poor brother. He was only a child. He had so much to live for. He had barely gotten to experience this world, and the King took that from him. I can¡¯t even begin to imagine how they killed my parents.


    Their cruelty knows no bounds¡­ They killed Mira right in front of me like she was an act of entertainment at their party. To think that I saved her from drowning in the ocean, only to return home like bringing out a lamb for the slaughter. Lady Hawsey and her sister were all too happy to watch my demise. I have no doubt they will be at my execution, with that same joy.


    Laying on the mucky floor, I traced the first over the stone and contemplated how I should spend my last few moments left on earth. But I knew better than to ponder on that thought. Only disappointments lied down that path.


    Occasionally I hear the clanging of the jail bars, wither from visitors, or the guards distributing meals. I have yet to experience jail food, but I am sure that it will be just as repulsive as I imagine. Knockin in between my jail room door, one of the guards took a swig of wine from his side pouch.


    ¡°We are going to have fun with you, Theora trash.¡± Feeling brave I stood up, wiping some dirt off my cheek. ¡°This Theorian did marry your Prince, so by order of our marriage decree I am Xostan, not Theorian.¡±


    He laughed, drunkenly spitting out some red wine. ¡°Not according to the King. You think that just because you recited some vows, it makes you Xostan! Ha! Your kind doesn¡¯t have what it takes.¡±


    Holding my hand into a fist I looked the drunkard in the eye. ¡°You are right, I would rather die than become a Xostan savage!¡±


    The guard''s drunken demeanor turned sloppy with anger. ¡°Well then Theora wench, you may have your wish early. I don¡¯t think the King would be opposed to pushing up your execution.¡± Hanging onto the iron door for support, my provoked executioner waltzed in, barely getting the grip on his sword. Out of the options I had on how I was going to die, being butchered in private was preferred. I was going to welcome death with open arms. Just put me out of my misery.


    ¡°AH!¡± the loud sound of metal hitting bone struck me. As I watched the irate guard go down, my eyes met the boots of my rescuer. Thick iron toed; and as silent as a mouse.


    ¡°Were you trying to get yourself killed?! If I had been one moment later-¡± Sir Esteve let out a hard sigh of annoyance. Patting the unconscious man down, he shuffled through his pockets, pulling out a set of brass keys. ¡°What are you doing here Esteve?¡±


    The dark knight shot me a concealed look. ¡°What does it look like, I''m saving your ass! Come with me, there is not a moment to waste.¡±


    Grabbing me by the hand, Esteve pulled me forward, quickly locking the cell door behind us. ¡°This way. It won¡¯t be long till the other guards notice he is missing.¡±


    My head is foggy. Every bone in my body is frozen still. Paralyzed with unknown possibilities of my future.


    ¡°What are you waiting for? Move!¡± The knight''s harsh tone stimulated my brain.


    ¡°Why should I? How much did you know about this? Or Ren?! I am tired of being in the dark! I won¡¯t take another step until I have answers!¡± Tears of anger, frustration, and sorrow swelled in my eyes. Before I could let out any sobs. I covered my mouth with the edge of my sleeves, allowing the fabric to soak up my tears.


    Camly Sir Esteve approached me, resting his hand on my trembling shoulder. ¡°Life is pain, your highness. It is your duty to look past, and to the future. Time is not on our side, we must move quickly if you want to survive.¡± I looked up in shock at Esteve¡¯s kindness.


    Wiping away my tears, I blubber. ¡°Why are you being so nice to me?¡±


    He shakes his head. ¡°You are not the only one who has suffered a great loss¡­ but If you tell anyone of this, I will simply say I dragged you by the hair through these dungeons. Understand?¡± Rubbing my eyes, I nod in reply.


    ¡°Good, now let¡¯s go.¡±


    Pushing on, Sir Esteve guided me through the dark passages. The dimly lit walls were just enough to see where we were going, and not attract attention. Every so often we would sneak by a guard or two, but Esteve never needed to draw his sword. I suppose stealth is just as important of a skill for any warrior, especially in tight circumstances like these.


    My heart was beating fast in anticipation of reaching our destination. How does he plan to get out of here? There is nothing but open desert surrounding the place. We can¡¯t possibly survive out there for more than a day or two. With the heat would drive us mad, or we would die of thrust. Ren words repeated in my head ¡®do you trust me?¡¯. I don¡¯t really have a choice now. It is either follow Ren, or be executed.


    After taking another turn we hit a dead end with a large wooden gate.. Between us and salvation were two armed guards. A pit fell into my stomach when their eyes met mine. They found us!


    ¡°It¡¯s the prisoner!¡± Before they could utter another word, Sir Esteve unsheathed his sword, raising it at arm''s length. The steel blade whistled in the air as through blows to his opponents. Taking a step back I watched in amazement, as the first guard was struck down in two-shift blows. The second guard did not go down as easily. The two of them danced, in front of the door, the sounds of swords echoing in the hall. It was a quick moment of opportunity that Sir Esteve spotted an opening in his lower half. Pulling his blade across his opponent''s upper leg, he pushed him against the stone wall knocking him unconscious to the ground.


    He motioned me through the tamed fight scene, opening the door to the back of the castle grounds. The night was dark, but the moonlight showed a familiar figure waiting for us with horses.


    ¡°Arie!¡± Ren ran to me with his arms wide, but I couldn¡¯t find it in my heart to return one to him. As Ren grabbed me tight my arms dangled at my side like the branches of a dead tree. ¡°I am so sorry¡­ I had no idea¡­¡± He stopped for a moment pulling away to look at my eyes. ¡°There is nothing that I can say that will change what my Father has done. I don¡¯t blame you if you don¡¯t believe me, but I tell you this with sincerity... I had no idea this is what he had planned.¡± I couldn¡¯t even look him in the eye. My heart was just so full of sorrow, I couldn¡¯t even bring myself to speak to him.


    ¡°Did you get everything?¡± Esteve barked.


    ¡°Yes, most of everything¡­¡± the Knight snapped his head to Ren.


    Ren released me from his grip. ¡°We can talk later... First, we need to get out of here.¡±


    Taking one of the horses, I climb on top of his back. Holding onto the reins, I notice a few small bags hanging across from his neck. ¡°Where are we going?¡±


    Ren¡¯s horse whinnied as he adjusted his strong legs around his belly. ¡°To Shepenaput.¡±


    I was surprised to hear Ren¡¯s response. ¡°Shepenauput? The underground city of the Sandserpents? I thought that was just a myth?¡±


    ¡°It is a myth.¡± Sir Esteve said sarcastically.


    Ren rolled his eyes. ¡°Just because it has never been found doesn¡¯t mean it doesn¡¯t exist. Besides Esteve... you know as well as I do that the Sandserpant people may be our only hope.¡±

 Chapter 17: Deep in the Desert

    ¡°Do you even know where we are headed?¡± Sir Esteve is extra snarky tonight. Ren shakes his head low. ¡°You know the answer to that.¡±


    We have been riding for what felt like days but were only hours. The cold desert night chilled me to the bone. Rubbing my hands I bring them to my mouth blowing warm air into my icy fingers.


    ¡°Are you cold?¡± Ren pulled his horse beside mine. His eyes gleaming in the moonlight. I gesture my head ¡®yes¡¯ watching the white air form from my nostrils.


    ¡°Let¡¯s stop and make camp. It¡¯s been a long night.¡± Ren motions to Esteve, and he nods in agreement.


    As we stopped our horses, I looked out into the horizon for any sign of life, but to my disappointment, all that was visible was the dry pale desert and an open starry sky. Dismounting was a relief. My lower half ached with saddle soreness. It was refreshing to stand on my own two legs again.


    Esteve was quick to form a fire. I am very thankful he brought a fire rock, or else we might have been in the cold much longer. Taking a seat close to the hearth, I rub my arms trying to keep warm. It was as cold as a winter''s night, but there was not a snowflake in sight.


    ¡°Would you quit that chattering... I can¡¯t even hear myself think.¡± The knight snapped.


    I didn¡¯t even notice it until he spoke, but I was indeed chattering my teeth. Afraid to annoy him further, I bite my lip, hoping to muffle any more noise. Suddenly a warm fluffy cloak hugged my shoulders, easing my discomfort. I look up to see Ren without his coat.


    ¡°Th-thank you.¡± I shiver. Moving to his horse he unpacks two blankets from one of the satchels. With sharp aim, he tosses one to Sir Esteve across the fire, and the other to me.


    ¡°What about you?¡± I ask.


    ¡°I¡¯ll be just fine by the fire. This is not my first desert evening.¡±


    Although I was thankful for the extra warmth, something tells me that he was not being honest. Taking the blanket I spread the fabric over my body, laying my head gently on the hard ground.


    Listening to the crackle of the fire warmed the blood in my veins as I drifted off to sleep. Even though I was comfortable, I could not get Ren out of my mind. Opening my eyes slightly, I see him shaking on the ground by the fire. His nose red bitten from frost. Feeling the warmth of my layers I couldn¡¯t help but feel a little guilty, not just for his cold rest, but he lost his family and his kingdom today too.


    ¡°Ren.¡± I hush, hoping not to wake the iron grizzly bear inches away from me. Slowly he looked up to me, ¡°Yes?¡±


    ¡°We can¡­ um, share if you would like. The blanket I mean...¡± Ren¡¯s eyes filled with excitement.


    ¡°That would be delightful.¡± Eager to get warm, he rushed to my side, sliding under the cover of the wool. I could feel his body was as frozen as ice against my back. As his frame twitched in chills, I rolled over to face him. Wrapping my arms around him I began to caress his arms, hoping that the friction will be enough to stop his movement. Slowly but surely I felt his skin heat under my fingertips. His breath calmed and was reduced to a faint flutter.


    ¡°Thank you, Arie.¡± He whispers. Closing my eyes, I could feel his forehead rest softly on mine. Our faces are so close that now our breath is helping to maintain the heat between us.


    ¡°Ren¡­ are we going to die out here?¡± His dark lashes blinked as if processing the question.


    ¡°Not if I can help it. The city of Shepenaput may have been rooted in myth, but I believe that all myths are lined in truths. We will find it. Somehow¡­¡± I could hear a slight bit of doubt in his voice.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    ¡°Then what?¡±


    ¡°Then¡­ we convince the Sandsperpant people to fight for our cause. With their soldiers, we can take back Xosta, and restore Theora.¡±


    Restore? How much of Theora has been destroyed? My chest tightens as I picture my home in ashes. Taking in a deep breath I summon the bravery to ask the question I needed to know the answer to. ¡°Is what your Father said true? Is everyone in my family dead?¡±


    Ren cleared his throat, avoiding all eye contact. He didn¡¯t want to answer.


    ¡°I need to know.¡± I jeer.


    Seeing his gaze was both a relief and terrifying. Ren swallows hard before opening his mouth. ¡°From the militia''s report on the invasion, the only confirmed bodies were of your Mother and Father.¡±


    A glimmer of hope flickered in my heart. ¡°Just my parents?¡±


    Ren took my hand weaving his thawing fingers in between mine. ¡°Yes, but I don¡¯t want you to get false hope. The battle was bloody, and the Xosta army was ruthless. It could be that they just have not been able to identify a body for him.¡±


    ¡°Or¡­ he is alive.¡±


    Nuzzling in closer I take in a deep breath of hope. Hope for a better tomorrow, and hope that my brother is out there somewhere alive and well.


    ??


    The next morning I awoke in a sweat under the bright sun. the embers of our fire had completely extinguished, reduced to a blacked coal.


    ¡°Good morning.¡± Ren yawned in my ear.


    ¡°Morning, love birds.¡± Sir Esteve stood tall over us, gawking at the two of us spooning. Feeling put on the spot I jump up from under the covers, and dust off the sand from my clothes.


    ¡°Ugh! Just a few more minutes!¡± Ren wined.


    With the heel of his boot, Esteve pushed his shoulder, rolling him on his back. ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± he ordered.


    Walking to his horse Sir Esteve packed the last of his belongings. ¡°You are the worst!¡± Ren¡¯s aggravated tone, made Esteve stop in his tracks. I stood there silent, feeling the tension thicken around the two of them.


    ¡°I¡¯m the worst? No! Gale! You are the worst!¡± The angry knight turned on his heel facing his opponent.


    Ren kicked himself off the ground to his feet. ¡°Don¡¯t call me that! It''s a girl''s name and you know it! And by the way, how am I the worst in this situation? Please! Enlighten me! I am just trying to get us out of the mess that you put us in!¡±


    Sir Esteve stomped his iron foot in rage. ¡°Me?! You are the one who got us into this mess! How could you not have known this was King Thybaut¡¯s plan?! You are his son! His closest confidant! Now we are stuck in the desert waiting to die!¡±


    Ren¡¯s face grew red with fury. Looking down at his hands I could see the whites of his knuckles as his fist was clenched tightly. ¡°Ha! That''s funny! Aren¡¯t you my appointed guard? Shouldn¡¯t you be the one to be a step ahead of anything that might happen to me? Let us not forget that you are a spy for the King! Who is more trusted to him than you?!¡±


    ¡°Stop! Both of you!¡± I couldn¡¯t let this unravel any further. I need to calm them down. ¡°If you have anyone to blame for this situation it¡¯s King Thybaut. Now please stop this bickering, we have a long journey together and we need to work together if we are going to survive. Now I want you two to apologize to each other.¡±


    Ren looked at me like I was crazy, but I was dead serious. If they can¡¯t put their differences aside, we are going to fall apart. ¡°Now please.¡± I cross my arms like an impatient mother. Ren looked over to Esteve and mumbled a few incoherent words. ¡°I can¡¯t hear you.¡± I snap.


    ¡°I apologize¡­¡± He blurts. I turn to Sir Esteve waiting for the magic words. ¡°Sorry¡­¡±


    Beaming with pride I clap for their achievement. ¡°Excellent! I am proud of you two. Honestly for a moment there, the two of you were arguing like siblings.¡±


    Ren¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°Do you feel that?¡±


    As soon as he uttered the words the soles of my feet began to shake beneath me. As the earth began to move more rapidly, I grabbed the reins of the nearest horse for balance.


    ¡°An earthquake?¡± Cracks in the sand began to form dividing the three of us. This was no earthquake¡­ This was sorcery.


    ¡°Ah!¡± Ren¡¯s scream alerted me in his direction. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared. ¡°Ren!¡± I cried out for him, but there was no return. It was as if he disappeared into thin air.


    ¡°Esteve, what is happening?!¡± When I turned to the knight¡¯s direction my heart stopped. He was gone. There I was left alone in the middle of a desert earthquake.


    Suddenly a scaly hand rose from the opening in the earth and grabbed my ankle tightly. In a panic, I began to kick violently. ¡°Get off!¡±


    But the creature was too strong. With a few small tugs, I was pulled into the ground. I looked up to see the sunlight slowly close above me, then everything went dark.

 Chapter 18: New Terrain

    ¡°Take her to the Queen.¡± said a low voice. Being blindfolded has caused me to utilize my hearing more than I ever have. The sounds around me are now my sight, and this is unknown territory. I don¡¯t know where I am, who has taken us, or where Ren and Sir Esteve are. I have to stay calm¡­


    Hearing the sound of an iron gate opening, I wiggle my bound arms, the rope surface scratching at my skin. In my head, I count¡­ one, two, three, four, five footsteps before someone pulls me to my feet. The footsteps sound as if they are bare against dry mud. While I couldn¡¯t see anything, I did feel the ground and walls with my hands behind my back. The structure felt like hard clay, cool and dry to the touch.


    ¡°Where are you taking me?¡± I ask as my jailor pulls me forward.


    ¡°You will see soon enough. Now be quiet human!¡±


    Now that I have gotten them to talk, I recognize a feminine quality to my captor¡¯s voice. She called me human¡­ which must mean that she is not human. Focusing on her grip I try to feel her hands. The smooth texture of her palms makes me believe that she is wearing leather gloves. A dead-end¡­


    Carefully moving my feet I listen closely to my surroundings. The creaking of a door followed by the muffled sound of drums set a pit of nerves into my stomach. What is this place?


    As we continue I feel the ground underneath me change in texture. The sound of the jailor¡¯s feet was now muffled to a soft thud, like bare feet on a rug. To my right, I could hear the crackle of torches. I wasn¡¯t sure how many there were, but there were sounds of new fires the further we walked.


    ¡°On your knees.¡± My captor pushed me down to the hard ground.


    ¡°Please tell me, where are my friends?¡± I speak in the direction of the voice that spoke, but the lack of response told me that she was no longer there. Or maybe, she was just ignoring me.


    My ears twitch at the sound of multiple footsteps moving toward me. There are too many to count. Are they soldiers? Maybe Ren or Esteve is with them!


    I cross my fingers, sending positive thought to the earth to be reunited with them. The sound of bodies hitting the floor appears next to me. ¡°Who''s there?¡±


    Quickly someone from behind pulls me from the cloth covering my eyes. When my vision is restored I am overjoyed at the sight next to me. ¡°Ren! Esteve! You are alive!¡±


    One of the jailors pushes my head toward the ground, keeping my vision to the floor. ¡°Keep your head down prisoner!¡± This is a new voice, different from the one who brought me here, but female all the same.


    Maintaining my head lowered, I see out of the corner of my eye that both Ren and Sir Esteve were bound as well, but like me, their eye blinds were missing.


    ¡°It¡¯s going to be okay. Just do as they say.¡± Ren whispers.


    ¡°How can you possibly say that at a time like this?¡± My attempts to speak in a quiet tone alerted one of the nearby guards. Quickly she came over hitting the end of her staff loudly in front of me. ¡°Silence!¡±


    The loud thud was startling, but after the initial shock, I caught a glimpse of her feet. Red and dark earthy colored scales covered her exposed skin. Sandsperpants! It has to be them. We did it! We found Shepenaput!


    ¡°Presenting! Her royal majesty, the Empress of Fire, Queen Kahi-Bahiti!¡± The drums rolled loudly at the sound of the Queen¡¯s name. The sound waves sent vibrations through my chest. To counteract the nerves of meeting the Queen, I focus on my breath. I didn¡¯t even know there was a Queen of the Sanserpant people. Did Ren know? Was this part of the plan?


    ¡°Rise.¡± A strong regal voice spoke out. With such clarity and authority, it undoubting must be Queen Kahi. Slowly all three of us stood from the ground straightening our posture in front of our dominant presence.


    The queen was tall and elegant with a thin and narrow frame, but she had a bold and powerful presence. She wore a gold gleaming dress that ran down to the floor, along with a large bold headdress filled with golden feathers and encrusted with emeralds. Like the guards, she wore no shoes, but her ankles were adorned with thick bands of gold anklets that jiggled with every movement she made. Most interestingly were her bracelets. They were gold, like everything else, but they started at her wrist and stopped at her elbow. They almost looked like gauntlets rather than bracelets.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    Her beauty was beyond compare. While I have not seen many Sandsprpnats before, she was extraordinary. Her markings framed the contour of her cheeks perfectly, making her face appear long and prominent. Her wide yellow-green eyes were framed with long fluttering lashes that went for miles. As she blinked, her eye sparkled in the torchlight like diamonds. I was in awe.


    Catching my stare, the Queen raised her scaly brow. ¡°What do we have here?¡± Gracefully she rested her chin underneath her hand.


    ¡°We caught these humans just outside the borders of the city. They are from Xosta.¡± The Queen¡¯s eyes lit up as she set her eyes on Ren.


    ¡°They are no ordinary Xostan people. We have royalty among us! Prince Galleren, and his bride Princess Ariella. What a pleasant surprise!¡± Her words were happy, but her tone was resentful. ¡°Who is your armored friend?¡± The Queen points to Esteve.


    Ren takes a step forward and bows. ¡°That is Sir Esteve, your majesty. He has been my loyal guard for many years.¡±


    ¡°What kind of Knight lets his Prince and Princess get captured? By lowly Sandsperpants no less.¡± The Queen stood tall, with her nose high in the air. ¡°Your people have looked down on us for centuries sending us into hiding underground. Now you trespass into our territory? Am I supposed to greet you with open arms?¡±


    Underground? It wasn¡¯t until she mentioned it, that I realized there were no windows, no sunlight, not even a gust of a breeze. It was true. We were underground. No wonder the city was thought to be a myth.


    Ren stood tall and firm. This was a make or break moment for us. If he gets things right, we could gain them as allies for the fight against the King. ¡°We have come unannounced, and for that, I apologize. Unforeseen events have occurred in Xosta, that put all of us at risk.¡±


    The Queen crossed her arms, tilting her head with skepticism. ¡°Why should I believe you?¡±


    ¡°I have proof. But first I ask that you untie all of us. We are no harm to you, and only wish to discuss the matters at hand like civilized people.¡±


    Queen pondered Ren¡¯s request for a moment. Then looked to one of the guards beside her. ¡°So be it.¡±


    Quickly three of the Queen¡¯s guard approach from behind, swiftly cutting the rope around our arms. As the rope fell from my torso, my muscles pulsed in relief.


    ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty.¡± Ren bowed his head, pulling a scroll from behind his back. In reaction, the guards jumped to Ren pointing their sharp spears at him. My breath went shallow at how fast they could move. They could kill us easily barely lifting a finger.


    ¡°Halt! Bring me what he has.¡± The guards lift their weapons, one of whom grabs the scroll from Ren¡¯s hand and presents it to the golden Queen. Carefully she unravels the item, scanning the words.


    ¡°It is an executive order written by my Father. The slaves of Xosta are overworked and want to replace them with your people.¡± Ren spoke firm, but the Queen seemed unamused by the news. Closing the scroll she looked down to us like lowly servants.


    ¡°And why would this concern me? Our hidden city is impossible to find. We have stayed secret this long, I doubt that King Thybaut would ever find us let alone enslave my people.¡±


    While Ren remained calm and collected, I felt him growing agitated. ¡°With all due respect to your Grace, you are wrong. The King will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He just double-crossed the treaty with Theora, killing their entire monarchy and sacked their city. He will comb the dessert, bomb, and torture any Sandsperant he can find to uncover Shepenaput. King Thybaut must be stopped before the greater threat arrives. The Orc armies are nearly unstoppable, and before we know it they will be on our doorstep. We must ban together to protect the world we live in.¡± Ren stops and looks directly at the Queen. Taking a knee, he bows. ¡°I humbly ask for the help of your people. To overthrow my father, and stop the Orc armies once and for all.¡±


    With a mischievous smile, the Queen laughs. ¡°You want us to help you? Not only a human but a man at that? Do you know anything about our culture? Look around you. Do you see any men besides yourself in this room? Men are inferior to women in every way. We are stronger, faster, and more importantly, are the key to the survival of our species. Besides, if I were willing to help you, what would I get out of it? Why would I put my best soldiers at risk? How can we trust you to lead us?¡±


    I could see the sweat around Ren¡¯s brow. This is not going well... How on earth are we going to convince her to join us?


    Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sir Esteve move to the Prince. Gently he rests his iron hand on his shoulder and whispers something in his ear. I couldn¡¯t make out what he said, but Ren seemed to agree to whatever it was. In anticipation I watched Sir Esteve step forward to the Queen.


    ¡°You would not be fighting with Prince Galleren, your Majesty. I will be the one leading you into battle.¡± My heart stopped when I heard Sir Esteve speak. His voice was different¡­


    Slowing the Knight raised his hands placing them around his helm. As he lifted the iron mask, long black hair flowed to his shoulders. Long dark lashes and familiar green eyes shocked me to my core. Who is this?


    ¡°My name is Sir Esteve, firstborn Princess of Xosta.¡±

 Chapter 19: The Waiting Game

    I have memorized the ¡®War Room¡¯ door from the amount of time I have now spent staring at it. The dark stained wood and golden details were remarkable and somehow soothing. It is as if the door knew my troubles and had taken on some of my burdens.


    ¡°So¡­ when were you going to tell me?¡± I had to break the silence. It was beginning to be unbearable, and I had so many questions I wanted to ask.


    Ren¡¯s green eyes rose to met mine. They are Identical to Sir Esteve¡¯s¡­ Or is it Princess Esteve now?


    He shrugged his shoulders. ¡°Tell you about what?¡± With a huff of disapproval, I cross my arms. Ren grinned with glee. ¡°Are you upset with me dear?¡±


    My nostrils fume in frustration. ¡°Quite frankly yes. Sir Esteve is currently in Queen Kahi¡¯s war-room discussing strategies about the future of not only Xosta but Theora. Meanwhile, we are stuck in the waiting room because you are the Prince and I am your wife, which apparently means I am not worthy of such deliberations!¡±


    ¡°I understand your frustration Arie. I would love nothing more than to join them as well. I trust Esteve. She will do what is best for all of us, including our two kingdoms.¡±


    Slowly the Prince approaches, cautious of my feelings towards him. ¡°How long have you known about her?¡± The glasses of wine across the room took me by surprise. Thirsty and stressed with life changes I secure glass for myself by marking the rim with my lips.


    ¡°Technically¡­ I have known her my whole life. We are twins.¡± The wine turns on me, causing me to choke. ¡°Twins?!¡±


    Ren laughs. ¡°Yes, my lady. Please do not die, I would hate to lose you over a glass of wine.¡± The Prince smiles at me again taking a glass for himself and clinking the metal to mine. ¡°Although Esteve was born first¡­ she never lets me forget that.¡±


    Maintaining my breathing I closer examine Ren¡¯s facial features. The green eyes and dark hair are not where their resemblance ends. They both also have the same straight and regal nose.


    ¡°Why have I never heard about her? Does King Thybuat know he has a daughter?¡± Rens¡¯s expression grew grim. Taking my hand he pulls me to one of the benches in the room.


    ¡°The reason you have never heard about her is because of my Father, and the reason she is alive is because of my mother.¡±


    Before he continues, Ren sips from his glass. ¡°My father wanted sons¡­ all sons. Each pregnancy, my father forced my mother to drink a special potion to ensure that the child would be a boy¡­ If the child was a girl, the elixir would ensure it was stillborn.-¡±


    My heart ached as I remembered the story Mira told me about his Mother. There is a rumor that she had a few miscarriages before the Prince was born.


    ¡°-However, the potion did not take effect on twins¡­ I guess now that I think about it, I saved Esteve¡¯s life just because I was a male. It¡¯s extraordinary how finicky magic can be.¡±


    ¡°And it¡¯s extraordinary how much of a narcissist you are.¡± Esteve¡¯s sultry voice shot through the room like an arrow. Her rosy cheeks were offset with her iron wardrobe, but it suited her.


    ¡°How was the meeting? Did they agree to an alliance?¡± Ren sprang up from his seat, ignoring his sister¡¯s jab. He was just as eager to hear about the war-room conference, but I was also interested in Esteve¡¯s life story.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    ¡°There are still a few things we need to discuss...but things are going smoothly. The Queen needed a moment alone with her council before we continue.¡±


    Ren raised his glass ¡°Excellent!¡±


    Esteve looked to me with curiosity in her eyes. ¡°How much have you told her?¡± Ren clears his throat, placing his near-empty wine glass down.


    ¡°Not much. We were just getting started I am afraid.¡±


    Like an annoyed sibling, Esteve rolled her eyes. ¡°Honestly¡­¡± With purpose, she marches over to me, taking Ren¡¯s seat.


    ¡°Where did you leave off?¡± It was so bizarre seeing Sir Esteve without her helmet on. While her face was now exposed, her expression was as if it were masked still. Her expression was tough to read, but one thing was for certain, was that she was serious.


    ¡°Ren was just telling me about the potion your Mother was forced to drink, and that because you were twins it spared your life.¡±


    ¡°Ah yes-¡± she said pushing her hair behind her ear. ¡°That is correct. By a miracle, my life was spared and our Mother was overjoyed, but she knew that my life would have ended in that delivery room if our Father found out¡­ So she sent me away, to live with one of the servant¡¯s families. She swore them to secret and provided them with the gold to not only take care of me but their other children as well. Growing up she would often visit me with my brother, so we grew up together, but we were limited to the amount of time we had.¡±


    I have never heard Esteve talk this much before. I couldn¡¯t help but stare in engagement. ¡°How did you end up in the palace? And as a King¡¯s guard no less?¡±


    The mysterious Princess smiled devilishly. ¡°With practice and determination, I became one of the best swordsmen in the city. With Galleren¡¯s help, I was able to quickly rise through the ranks and disguise my identity.¡± Reaching in her back pouch she pulled out an empty red vial. ¡°I used a portion of my own design to change my voice. So that when I had to speak, no one would doubt that I was male.¡±


    All of the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place. But there was still a piece missing. ¡°So¡­ where do we go from here? What do you want?¡±


    One of the Sandserpant guards entered from the war-room. ¡°The Queen is ready for you Lady Esteve.¡±


    ¡°Thank you, I¡¯ll be right in.¡± Esteve voiced to the entrance. ¡°I trust you can answer the rest of her questions brother?¡± She smiles patting Ren on the back, then swiftly but graceful walks back to the war-room.


    ¡°It is so weird, her calling me brother... In public no less.¡± Ren shakes his head. ¡°I suppose I have to get used to it now.¡±


    Suddenly, a servant entered dressed in fine clothes. ¡°The Queen welcomes you to the palace. I have been told to escort you to your bedroom for the evening. Please follow me.¡± Hearing the word ¡®bedroom¡¯ reminded me that I have not slept in a real bed in days. My eyes hung heavy in exhaustion as the notion hits me.


    Quietly Ren and I follow the Sandsperpant woman to a bright purple and gold door. Inside was decorated in bright vivid colored tapestries and artwork. Much like the rest of Queen Kahi¡¯s palace, there was not a window to be seen. No sunlight felt confining, but the bright pigments around me helped.


    ¡°Supper will be delivered to your room at once. Please make yourselves comfortable.¡± As soon as the servant closed the door behind her. Ren playfully pulled me to the bed. ¡°What are you doing?¡±


    Ren¡¯s hot breath danced in my ear. ¡°Don¡¯t you know what I am doing?¡± Softly he began to kiss my neck. While the idea of kissing Ren all evening sounded wonderful, my mind was still spinning with questions about Esteve.


    ¡°Hold on! I still have questions. Esteve never answered me¡­ What does she want?¡± like cold water on a hot flame, Ren¡¯s passion was ignited by my need for answers. In an irked manner, he threw himself on his back looking up at the painted starry night ceiling.


    ¡°Esteve wants what she is owed. Revenge on my Father, and his throne.¡±


    I sat up in shock. ¡°The throne? But what about you?¡±


    Rolling over with his now sleepy eyes, he recipes. ¡°What about me?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you want to rule Xosta?¡±


    Ren shakes his head simply. ¡°Not really. After all, I did make a promise¡­ I promised my wife that I would do everything in my power to make a home for you, and what better home than Theora. When Esteve becomes Queen, we can rule over Theora. Repair what has been done. Fight the Orcs when they come. And build our lives together.¡±


    I am so happy, I could cry. Building a life in Theora is all I ever wanted. Just when I thought that dream was over forever, it is now a possibility.


    ¡°Are you alright?¡± Ren looked concerned with my silence. Whipping away a small tear from my eye, I nod with an affirming smile.


    Once again, Ren pulls me into his arms. Holding me tightly he whispers. ¡°Silly girl.¡±

 Chapter 20: A Kingdom with no Sun

    The room said that it was still night, but my body said otherwise. This lack of sunlight is disturbing. Nature has always been a part of my life since I was a child, and to be removed from it and be underground¡­ feels like a part of me is missing.


    As I contemplate what is missing in my life my heart jerks for my family, and Mira. They were good and honest people. They didn¡¯t deserve to die the way they did. They had so much more to give in this world. Pulling the once pin turned pendant from my neck I reflect on all the joyful memories I had with them. My Mother combing my hair, my Father¡¯s occasional bad jokes, my brother¡¯s small warm hugs¡­ Please still be alive.


    ¡°Good Morning,¡± Ren said with a loud yawn. His mangled hair was proof enough that it was indeed morning. With a stretch, he reached out for a candlestick, carefully igniting a flame to the dull wick. The amber light flickered around the room, illuminating the out luxurious surroundings.


    Sleeping next to Ren no longer frightened me, but rather was a comfort. We are runaways now, all we have is each other. ¡°What are you thinking about? You are very focused on your necklace.¡±


    As I snap myself out of my trance-like state, I place the chain back under my shirt. ¡°I was just thinking about my brother. I know that the odds are slim¡­ but I just have this feeling that he is out there somewhere.¡±


    ¡°Or dead in a ditch.¡± His blunt words cut into the small thread of hope that I had, nearly breaking it in two. ¡°I am sorry. I forget how hopefully Theorians can be...¡± he continued. ¡°I just don¡¯t want you to be disappointed. You have been through enough as it is.¡±


    ¡°I would rather have faith than belief in the worst possible outcome. Yes, the odds that my brother, a child escaped the castle alive is slim. I was raised to never give up on family. Even if there is a shred of possibility that he is still out there breathing, I will never give up on him.¡±


    Ren¡¯s eyes met the silk sheets of the bed, hiding in his shame. ¡°I think that is admirable. I was raised that family is only good if you do what you were told. If you can¡¯t gain anything from them, then they are useless. My Mother was the only one who showed any care for me as a child. That is why I¡¯ll never forgive my Father for his actions against her. While he didn¡¯t kill her, he might as well have.¡±


    The rage for his father pulsed in his forehead vein. ¡°How did she die?¡± I asked hesitantly. The Prince sat up beside me, still keeping his eyes away from mine.


    ¡°She killed herself. My father caught her bringing me to see Esteve, and rather than giving up her secret daughter¡¯s location, she ended her life.¡±


    The Queen ended her life to keep her secret¡­ to protect her children. Although I couldn¡¯t see Ren¡¯s face completely I felt the pain in his heart. This sorrow has haunted him for so long, like a festering wound.


    Seeing my friend hurting, I instinctually place my hand on his back. ¡°Where I come from, a Mother¡¯s love is eternal. She loved you and your sister so much that she would rather die than to put your lives in danger. You are Esteve is her legacy, don¡¯t let her death be in vain. We will take back our homes, and rebuild a new empire, one that your Mother can be proud of.¡±


    Just as fast as I finished my words of encouragement, I was met with the Prince¡¯s pleasant lips. As he kissed me, I felt his pain, but also his passion; for his Kingdom, and maybe even me.


    ¡°Thank you.¡± He hushes


    ¡°For what¡±


    As he ran his strong hands through my hair he smiled warmly. ¡°For being here with me. For listening to me. And-¡± he moved his face in close, our noses caressing each other. ¡°For trusting me.¡±The room grew hot in excitement. It was clear that through all of the madness, he had grown fond of me, and I him.


    My heart began to race as he held me close. As I cherished our loving embrace, new hope grew in my heart. Hope for a loving family of my own. To raise children with two parents who respect each other, and to live to see the day to smile upon our grandchildren that would follow. I am falling for him.


    A knock at our bed-chamber door cut our moment short. The desire for Ren in my heart turned into sadness, but the logic in my brian thanked our interrupting guest.


    A Sandserpant servant entered with a piece of parchment, folded and sealed with a wax insignia.


    ¡°A message from her Royal Highness, Queen Kahi-Bahiti.¡± Quickly she handed the paper to Ren, bowed, and left as quickly as she came.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    The Prince opened the letter, reading its contents carefully.


    ¡°What does it say?¡± I couldn¡¯t help but pry. The anticipation for news of Esteve and the War council was overwhelming. They must have talked all night for us to get news now.


    The Prince beside me raised his dark brow. ¡°They have come to an agreement and will help our cause. The Queen has arranged a feast tonight to celebrate our new friendship.¡±


    ¡°That is wonderful news!¡± My happiness was seeping out of me, but Ren seemed more restrained in his emotions. ¡°What is it?¡±


    ¡°There are no other details regarding our ¡®friendship¡¯. What were the terms of the arrangement? I need to know what Esteve agreed to. Why didn¡¯t she come to me before the final decision was made?¡±


    ¡°I am sure she has her reasons. The Queen was pretty adamant about male interference, maybe she couldn¡¯t get away to talk with you? Besides, you said that you trust that Esteve will do what is best for everyone right? So there is nothing to worry about.¡±


    Ren¡¯s body went into a contemplative position. Placing his hand under his chin, he stared at the Queen¡¯s message. ¡°Right,¡± he muttered.


    ??


    I have never seen so many Sandserpant in one place. Each one unique in the coloring of their scales and facial markings. The aura of the room was loud and festive; music pulsing loud, and all of the Queen¡¯s guests seemed to be dancing.


    My heart twisted thinking about the last feast that celebrated Ren and I. Please, don¡¯t let anyone die tonight.


    Softly the Prince takes my hand. ¡°May I have this dance?¡±


    ¡°You may.¡± I tried to tame my wild smile, but seeing the grin on Ren¡¯s face I fear that my efforts were in vain.


    With a twirl, Ren pulled me close placing his hand at the small of my back. ¡±It was nice of the Queen to loan us some appropriate garments. You look quite beautiful in this dress.¡± As his devilish gaze flowed over me, my cheeks ran hot.


    The dress is beautiful but very revealing from what I am used to. The gown was mostly white silk, hugging the curves of my body. The fight was just tight enough where my frame was perfectly shaped, but flowed with every step. The neckline was embroidered with gold, and a variety of red, green, and blue stones. At my waist rested a belt to match. While I was slightly uncomfortable in my own skin, it felt nice to bend in with the Sandsperpant culture. Mira would have looked lovely in this too. I choke back my remorse. Looking deeply into my husband grounds me, as I regress to the dance floor.


    The Prince is light on his feet, no doubt he has had lessons since he was a child. His smile transports me to our honeymoon, where all the cares of the world faded. I blush thinking about our time by the lake¡­ that kiss¡­


    ¡°You¡¯re blushing.¡± Ren mocks.


    I look away, fearful his playful confidence would only worsen my condition. ¡°I don¡¯t know what you are talking about.¡± I lie.


    ¡°Was my dancing reminiscent of other fond memories?¡±


    ¡°Shh! Not so loud! We shouldn¡¯t speak of such things in public.¡± By now my face must be as red as a ripe apple.


    ¡°Aw come now. We are married after all. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Is your culture that guilts your conscience?¡± Softly he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. ¡°You have nothing to be ashamed of. We did nothing wrong.¡±


    ¡°Perhaps¡­ but we are still getting to know each other. It¡¯s just, not like me doing something like that with a stranger.¡±


    Ren''s expression grew grim. ¡°I¡¯m a stranger to you?¡± The song was not over, but our dance was finished. Taking me by the hand the Prince pulled us aside.


    ¡°After all that we have been through, I am still a stranger to you?¡± Mad this is mad. He has never been angry with me, and I didn¡¯t care for it.


    ¡°I mean, we haven¡¯t been married very long¡­¡±


    The Prince rolled his eyes. ¡°So what is it? That I am a stranger? Or that we haven¡¯t been married long enough for you to not justify our intimacy?¡±


    ¡°Well, I¡­¡± My incoherent babbling only seemed to get worse the more words I tried to articulate. I felt flustered, put on the spot about a private issue, and blatantly discussing in a place we weren¡¯t too familiar with.


    Breaking the awkward tension between us was the sound of drums echoing from the feast hall entrance. A beautiful Esteve entered the festivities, wearing a long flowing gown, with gold fabric from the waist down that sparkled in the firelight of the torches. A large sapphire necklace hung around her neck that could be spotted for miles, each stone more stunning than the other. The bust and sleeves of the dress were white, the sleeves gliding effortlessly off her shoulders.


    Next to me I could hear Ren chuckling like a child. ¡°What is so funny?¡±


    ¡°Ugh, isn¡¯t it obvious? Esteve is in a dress, Ha! If there is one thing I know about my twin sister, is that she would rather be caught dead than wear a dress.¡±


    Upon second glance, she did look unhappy under all the glamour. As she walked toward us I admired her silk raven hair, not a flyaway in sight.


    ¡°I hate wearing dresses.¡± She murmured.


    Ren nudged me with his shoulder. ¡°I told you.¡±


    ¡°The Queen insisted I wore one of her pieces tonight. It would have been rude to say no.¡±


    ¡°Or you just don¡¯t want to admit that the idea of wearing dresses now sounds appealing rather than appalling.¡± Esteve shot him a hateful glare. Even in a dress, Esteve was still terrifying.


    Ren cleared his throat. ¡°You ladies look like you could use a refreshment. I¡¯ll be right back.¡± As the Prince walked away, I felt relieved that our fight had subsided. Although I have a feeling that it will come back to haunt me later.

 Chapter 21: New Intel

    ¡°Do you even know what you are walking into? You are the least qualified person I know to go into a war council!¡±


    His words were harsh but true. I had no idea what I was going to do or say, but the Queen requested me so I don¡¯t have much choice. Ren was red in the face, I think that he is still angry with me from last night. We haven¡¯t talked about our argument since it happened. I''ve never really been in a fight before¡­ so not having things resolved is unsettling.


    What am I supposed to say? My stomach is in knots. Why do I feel so guilty? I shouldn¡¯t be. Ren is right, we did nothing wrong. It is clear that we care for each other, so there are no ill intentions.


    I thought back to my childhood in Theora. The words of wisdom my mother would often share with me and my brother. Searching in the deepest forgotten parts of my memory for anything of comfort. Then, her voice reached out to me. ¡®When one loves, one does not calculate. Do all that you do with love.¡¯


    ¡°Are you listening?¡± Annoyed, Ren tapped his foot, grabbing my attention.


    With my mother''s words of comfort, I take my husband''s hands, gently interweaving our fingers. ¡°At least I can get some insight on what the plan is. Esteve is the only one who has been communicating our interests and she has been reluctant to share them with us.¡±


    Ren sits at the foot of the bed massaging his temples. ¡°I don¡¯t like this. I am not used to sitting on the sidelines. Especially when it comes to Xosta.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t have to like it. And may I remind you that we are here for Theora as well. Once your sister takes your Father''s Throne, we will go to my homeland and create a new life there.¡±


    The Prince presses his lips into a hard line. ¡°I¡¯m aware. I just-¡± Before Ren could finish arguing, Sir Esteve entered our chambers. She was back in her armor, except now she wore no helmet proudly. It is a nice reminder that she is indeed human under all at iron.


    ¡°We are going to be late.¡± She states flatly.


    I look at Ren as if subconsciously asking reassurance, but all I got was a pouty Prince. Esteve sighs, ¡°Are you sulking?¡± He turned away in spite of her question.¡±


    ¡°Come Ariella. Let¡¯s not keep the Queen waiting.¡± Taking her lead, I follow the metal dressed Princess through the clay walls of the castle Labyrinth.


    ¡°I am glad we have a moment before the meeting. There are a few matters I wish to discuss with you.¡± Esteves long dark lashes faced the floor, her shoulders implied she was uneasy.


    ¡°First, I wanted to apologize to you about Mira.¡± Mira, my heart ached at the name. ¡°I let her down twice, once at the beach and the other at the feast¡­ Believe me, I wanted to jump into that ocean to save her, and if my father were not next to me, I would have pushed through the crowds and stopped her execution.¡± Her jaw clenched in recollection.


    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you?¡± my head knew the answer, but my heart needed closure as much as hers.


    ¡°I couldn¡¯t risk revealing my identity. The element of surprise is the greatest weapon we have, and I have a whole kingdom to protect. I couldn''t just throw that all away for one person.¡± Esteve¡¯s eyes turned to me, with the shade of green that is all too familiar. ¡°Mark my words Ariella, her death will not be in vain. King Thybaut will pay for everything he has done. I will see to it.¡± She clutches the hilt of her sword and looks off into the distance like she is plotting his death in her mind.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    ¡°I know now that you were in a tough position, but I didn¡¯t then and may have reacted rashly. Will you forgive me?


    Sir Esteve shook her head. ¡°There is no need. I would have reacted the same. You were protecting your friend, I know a thing or two about that¡­ I am no Mira, but I hope that we can¡­¡± Esteve¡¯s speech turned muddled, fumbling for coherent words. I laugh a little inside seeing her vulnerable. I finally am getting to see the real Esteve.


    ¡°Of course we can be friends.¡± She smiled in relief that Idecifered her babbling.


    ¡°Good.¡±


    Finally, we reached the all too familiar war council door. It was slightly ajar leaving the voices of those who had already arrived pouring through.


    ¡°There is one other matter you need to know before we go inside.¡± Quietly Sir Esteve pulled me aside. ¡°In the last meeting, we came to an agreement. When we take back Xosta with the Sanserpant¡¯s help, it will free them of exile and anyone from Shepenaput to live in peace with the people of Xosta. More importantly, Queen Kahi expects Theora to be governed by you, and you alone.¡±


    This was big news. After all, the Sanserpants were not seen much at all outside the desert, and now they would be free to walk and live with the humans of Xosta.


    ¡°What do you mean me alone? What about Ren?¡±


    Esteve bites her lip. ¡°The Queen is very set in her ways, and she does not want to be associated with any Kingdoms with Kings. It will be the main discussion today. I wanted you to know before we walked in there. And just know that Theora is yours, and whatever decision you make I will support.¡±


    The loud thud of the War Room door calls to us. I swallow my nerves, straighten my posture, and prepare for what is to come.


    The center of the room is a large round table with a cloth map laid out of the surrounding kingdoms. Instantly I can spot Theora and ponder out how small it is compared to the rest of the world. There were ten chairs in total. Each made of gold and fine leather. The Queen had yet to arrive, and my stomach turned with anticipation.


    ¡°Nervous?¡± Esteve asked.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    She patted me gently on the back. ¡°Relax. You were born to do this. Just breathe...¡±


    I take in a massive breath. As my lungs release, a member of the Queen¡¯s guard announces. ¡°Her royal majesty, the Empress of Fire, Queen Kahi-Bahiti!¡±


    Any of the Sansperpants that were sitting rose from their chairs. Queen Kahi was as beautiful as ever. Today she dressed in an extravagant emerald green gown and a dark gradient toward the bottom hem. As always she accessorized with her signature gold jewelry, I could never grow tired of looking at it, so I am sure she will never get tired of wearing it.


    The Queen walked slowly to the head of the table, taking her rightful place in the room. ¡°You may all sit,¡± she commanded.


    Pointing her finger at me, a shining gold ring flashed from across the table. ¡°We have a new guest joining us. Please introduce yourself.¡±


    This was my moment to make a lasting first impression. It had to be perfect. Every movement, every word will be scrutinized from today, I can¡¯t afford for things to go wrong. I could feel my timid nature creeping up in the silence. Clearing my voice of jitters I stand strong and address the room.


    ¡°My name is Princess Ariella. Firstborn to Queen Ismena, King Edom III¡­¡± A lump in my throat delayed my speech, but I smoothly recovered remembering that Esteve was next to me and that my parents were with me in spirit. ¡°Former King and Queen of Theora. Now Princess of Xosta, and wife to Prince Galleren, the Prince of Xosta.¡±


    My heart was beating fast, but looking around the room, I felt that my presence was respected, and maybe even a little bit admired.


    ¡°Thank you, Princess, you are most welcome in this war council tonight.¡± The Queen¡¯s voice was elegant in tone, much like herself.


    With a smile, I bow to her royal highness with gratitude. ¡°Thank you, your Majesty. It is an honor to be present here this evening.¡±


    The gold-green Queen waves her hand, dismissing me to my seat. ¡°Now. Let us begin.¡±

 Chapter 22: An Empresss Fire

    The beginning of the war-council meeting was all battle strategy. Most of which went right over my head. If there is one thing my Mother never prepared me for, it was war. Theora always seemed to be at peace, so there really was no need. The Kings and Princes handled this sort of thing if there was a need. I look around me at this group of women and somehow feel like an outcast. Each one of them has something to bring to the table, whether it be knowledge, weapons, or even tactics to be used in the field. While I am sitting here, contemplating what my role is in all this.


    ¡°What about the armies to the western desert?¡± One of the Sanserpants members said. ¡°Surely they can provide support from that area?¡±


    Do they have armies to the west? Their militia is a lot larger than I imagined. We could have a fighting chance.


    Queen Kahi nods, ¡°I¡¯ll send word to them immediately¡­ Let us table this matter for now. We should continue our discussion of the future of our Kingdoms after our victory.¡± Her confidence was reassuring, up until now there has been doubt that we would indeed win back our lands. But with their help now and in the future, I don¡¯t see how there can be any other outcome.


    ¡°As we agreed, The Sandsperpants would no longer have to hide. They can live in Xosta out of the shadows, and live out their lives amongst the people.¡± Esteve stated.


    ¡°Yes, but what of Theora? After all, the three kingdoms would all be connected, and as such, I think that invitation should extend to them as well. Don¡¯t you agree Princess Ariella?¡± The Queen¡¯s royal gaze met mine, burning for an answer.


    ¡°I don¡¯t see why that shouldn¡¯t extend to Theora. We would happily welcome any of your people your Majesty.¡± She was pleased with my answer. Her shoulders and smile told me so.


    ¡°And as such, our cultures dictate that only a female would be a suitable fit for the throne. No male from our victory forward can ever rule Theora again. What say you to that?¡±


    I knew what she wanted to hear, but I couldn¡¯t give that to her. I need to choose my next words wisely, or everything we worked for could be ruined.


    ¡°I respect your culture, and everything your people will do for us now and in the future, but Theora has its own traditions that I do not wish to dismiss.¡±


    Rage flamed in the Queen¡¯s eyes. ¡°Really? Please tell me about these traditions? How long have humans oppressed women? You should be thanking me for requiring this in our treaty. You would never have to answer to a man again!¡±


    The room went silent, all eyes on me. Be strong¡­


    ¡°To a degree, you are right. Over the centuries, women have been oppressed in one way or another, but that is not the way I plan on governing Theora. Marriage is one of the most sacred bonds for my people. When we become man and wife, you become one; one entity, one family. I would be doing my Husband an injustice if I allowed him to be isolated from his role as King.¡±


    The Queen stood up so quickly that her chair studded backward. The scratching sound of the floor beneath her cut through the room, causing the tension to rise.


    ¡°I cannot accept this. If this is how you truly feel, then you will fight for it.¡± She opens her slender scaly hand as one of her guards places a gold staff in her palm. ¡°A duel. If I win, you will agree to my terms. If you win, I will agree with you. If you refuse my challenge, I will take it that you do not want to be allies after all...¡± Casually the Queen takes her goblet and presses it against her dark lips.


    My muscles freeze. She wants me to fight? I have never even picked up a sword let alone dual. I can¡¯t even remember having a fight with my little brother.


    ¡°If you do not have the courage to fight for your cause, then you don¡¯t truly believe in it.¡± Her intimidating stare pierced right through me. I believed in what I said, with all my heart. But a fight with the Queen or anyone for that matter would end in my failure. I could feel the water welling up in my eyes with frustration. Thinking about how if I fail I am letting down everyone. I am such an emotional mess, I don¡¯t think I could fight her even if I wanted to. My chest starts to tighten as a dwell on the moment at hand. My parents would be ashamed of me¡­If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Suddenly, a hand touches my shoulder. ¡°Keep it together.¡± Esteve stood up, tall and strong, what I should be looking like right now. ¡°The Princess is not a trained fighter, your highness. It wouldn¡¯t be a fair fight. Let me take her place.¡±


    Every Sanderpant gasped, muttered whispers to follow. The Queen arched her brow. ¡°Then we must raise the stakes. If I win...I take all of Xosta under my authority. All of the humans can live in Theora.¡±


    I grab a piece of cloth peeking out from Esteve¡¯s armor. ¡°No. that is too much of a risk-¡± But before I could reason with her she grabbed the hilt of her sword.


    ¡°Done.¡±


    Almost immediately the room shifted. all of the Sandserpent council members pulled back from their chairs taking parts of their table with them. The once roundtable became broken off into pieces, pushed away towards the walls, creating an open floor in the middle. This was their dueling ground...


    The Queen stood tall beaming at her Challenger. The Confident smile that was painted across her face cause me to doubt Esteve capabilities. Esteve drew her sword and walked out to the middle of the room spreading her feet wide in a battle stance. She was unshaken. The shine of her polished armor gleamed brightly in the torchlight. As I looked around us I realized that I was the only one rooting for her to come out of this as the victor. She had told me that she would be at my side no matter what my decision was, but now that the stakes are so high I am starting to doubt myself.


    Esteve did not break eye contact with the Queen for one moment, determination pouring out of her eyes. She had no fear, no doubts, in the way she carried herself. She did not even flinch when she offered to take my place. In a lot of ways, I envied her for that. A true leader would have no fear to stand up for what they think is right. Not like me...


    When Queen Kahi approached, her slender arms looked as if she would not put up too much of a fight. however, when she began to swing her staff, the speedy nature of the weapon around her shocked me to my core. In a flash, she twisted and pulled her long weapon with ease, while still maintaining the goblet of wine in the clutches of her opposing hand. I swallowed hard, my nerves getting the better of me. But when I looked at Esteve, she did not budge. There my loyal Knight stood waiting to make her move.


    ¡°Do you know why they call me the Empress of fire?¡±  The Queen said slyly taking a demure sip of wine. When the metal goblet released from her lips, a bright flame appeared bursting forth from her mouth. Like a dragon, she stood breathing fire towards Esteve in every direction imaginable.


    Even if the Queen was facing towards Esteve, the fire seemed to have a mind of its own, moving around the room as if it had no control. Esteve was light on her feet as she dodged each one of the burning flames. The unpredictable nature of the hot fire in the air caused me to clench my fists as I watched my friend fight for not only myself but for all of the people of Xosta and Theora.


    My chest tightens as I see one of the flames dancing on Esteve¡¯s right sleeve. In a panic, she pats on her arm rapidly putting out the fire with her own hand. I could hear her cursing under her breath as she continued to dodge the flames. Every time she went to go make a strike, the Queen was able to dodge, either by moving her body quickly or blocking it with her staff. Between the Queen''s agile movements and the never-ending flames, it seemed like an impossible battle for her to win.


    From my seat, I could see beads of sweat begin to fall from Esteve¡¯s brow no doubt the battleground was hot from the fury air, but her movements in battle must be putting a strain on her body. The two of them danced moving back and forth from each other''s movements. Strike. Block. Evade. Repeat.


    Sir Esteve¡¯s breath became heavy, while Queen Kahi seemed to have barely broken a sweat. The Queen laughed as she observed Esteve clearly struggling.


    ¡°You could always surrender. There is no shame in admitting defeat.¡± With a swift strike, she knocked Esteve to her knees. I jumped out of my seat as I watched her hit the floor, my heart racing. Get up!


    She was still maintaining her sword in her hand but was struggling to stand. Queen Kahi moved closer and whispered something in her ear. I tried to hear what she was saying but I was too far and too panicked to pick up any words.


    Suddenly the Knight pulls the Queen''s arm forward, forcing her Goblet of wine out of her hand. The goblet slammed to the ground with a metallic clang, rolling around them. But to my surprise, the liquid was not red like wine, but a turquoise blue color but seem to glow upon contact with the floor. I recognize this glow. It is much like the ones of the potions that Esteve would frequently use.


    Esteve combated with another quick strike of her sword. Queen Kahi startled by her second wind, took her staff with both hands blocking the blows as best she could.


    ¡°What are you without your potion Queen Kahi?¡± Esther said mischievous grin. ¡°For years I have fought and battled with some of the strongest warriors of the land¡­¡±  she struck the Queen again, her staff bending slightly to the Knight¡¯s strength.¡±... I have fought through feast, famine, and destruction¡­¡± Esteve took another swing or her sword, this time knocking the staff from the Queen''s hands. ¡°...but never in all my years have I used a potion to win in a fight.¡±


    Queen Kahi stood speechless. Esteve placed her sword back in the sheath at her side. ¡°We are done here.¡± and with a bruised ego, the Empress of fire¡¯s flame was extinguished.

 Chapter 23: Revelation

    Ren and I have still barely spoken. The days of silence have become like a bleak fog in our chambers. Our bed had grown cold and was now only used for rest. It was times like this that I wished my mother was here, she always knew what to say. I am sure she would have given me some kind of sage marital advice that would solve all my problems. No matter what I seem to say to him, always backfires. Between what I said at the feast and him being excluded from the battle strategy, I don¡¯t know what is more on his mind.


    Lately, my husband has immersed himself in his reading. Book, after book, have continued to pile in one of our bedroom corners. Each passing day the pile grows, ranging from topics of philosophy, history, and stories of old. Today he is sitting in his reading chair with a brown leather-bound book, the pages a pale yellow, but the edges were dark and frayed. His eyes did not waver from the page. Ren¡¯s focus was strong and true to the ink in front of him.


    Being the sensible Princess that I was trained to be, knew that interrupting a man when he was reading could be interpreted as rude. However, if I didn¡¯t interrupt him, I would never be able to talk with him.


    ¡°Wh-what are you reading?¡± I muttered.


    Ren continued to read, letting out a small grumble like he couldn¡¯t hear me. I cleared my throat of nerves and decided to make a second attempt. ¡°What are you reading?¡±


    He took his index finger to his tongue, then proceeded to flip the page. ¡°A text on ancient Sandserpant history,¡± he said bluntly with little emotion in his tone.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t know you could read ancient Sandserpant.¡± His eyes scanned his reading, not even flinching during our conversation.


    ¡°I don¡¯t.¡± he blurted.


    ¡°Well, that must be difficult to read.¡±


    My intentions were lighthearted but as things have been with us, things seemed to take a turn for the worse. Frustrated eyes met mine, making me miss the lack of eye contact from before.


    ¡°Someone needs to learn about what we are dealing with.¡± His harshness was alarming. The force in his voice struck my heart with remorse and longing to solve the rift between us. At the same time, an anger of my own had started to form. I have tried everything I could think of to fix this, and have yet to see any effort from him.


    ¡°What do you mean? You are the one who wanted to seek out their help?¡± Ren¡¯s knuckles turned white as a sheet around the brown leather between his fingers. ¡°Don¡¯t put that on me. At least I came up with a solution. I didn¡¯t see you or Esteve coming up with any plans of your own.¡±


    He was quick in his defense that I didn¡¯t even have time to think of a reply. He continued, ¡°We don¡¯t know them Arie! And we are trusting EVERYTHING to them! They have made it plain and clear that they have no respect for me, so how am I supposed to trust them?¡±


    I opened my mouth trying to push out words, but only empty air flowed from my lips. Ren closed his book, forcefully putting it down with his pile. ¡°Now they have you in on their plans¡­¡±


    Ren¡¯s nostrils flared. ¡°You have no idea what it takes to lead an army.¡±


    ¡°I know-¡± quickly he cuts me off. ¡°Do you?! Then why am I not a part of the war-council? Why do you get to decide the future of Xosta? That is my born right!¡± He inches closer to me, with fire in his eyes. I can tell he is unhinged, this is not him. ¡°You are my wife now, which means you belong to me. Anything you do, anything you know, you are obligated to tell me.¡±


    In a swift motion, he grabs my wrist and holds it up to his head. This is not him¡­ Ren¡¯s eyes were the same green I knew and loved, but they were warped by rage and despair.


    ¡°Tell me what you know!¡± My head was spinning. I could not comprehend what was happening. My mind went blank, as my body began to shut down muscle by muscle.


    When I did not answer him, he pushed me to the wall behind me. The thud of the hard clay threw a shock into my spine causing me to temple in his tight grip. I wanted to scream, cry, push him away, but I was paralyzed. Any fight that I had was nonexistent.


    Ren pressed his body into me, crushing the breath from my lungs. His breathing grew heavy with anger-lust, as he dug his fingers deep into my waist. I couldn¡¯t hold it in any longer; the tears flowed from my cheeks as I sobbed in silence. Say something!


    ¡°St-Stop.¡± my shallow breath could barely push the word out, but it was enough for Ren to hear. He pulled away from me, his chest heaving like a raging bull. As Ren took in the sight of me, his expression turned somber. The fire in his eyes went out, and a sheen of disappointment covered his gaze.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± He turned his heel, keeping his sight far from my own, and walked out. When the slam of the bed-chamber door sounded, my soul leaped forth from my chest. Everything came out at once. All of the death, and Ren and I all exploded into body breaking cries. No matter how hard I tried, the water from my eyes did not waver. As I broke down on the floor, I had no logical thought, but rather just feelings gushing out of every pore. The remainder of the night I laid there, trembling in sorrow until exhaustion took my misery away.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


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    ¡°Ariella, wake up.¡±


    I opened my eyes slowly, to see Sir Esteve kneeling down. ¡°You look terrible, and why are you on the floor?¡± Subtlety was never her strong suit¡­


    ¡°Um, it¡¯s kind of a long story.¡± Please don¡¯t ask me¡­ I wasn¡¯t ready to talk about what happened. It was too soon, and my heart just couldn¡¯t take anymore.


    ¡°Where is my brother? I thought he would be with you¡­¡± Her voice trailed off, as an awkward silence filled the room. Sitting up I took a look for myself and confirmed that Ren was indeed not here.


    ¡°I am not sure where he is.¡± My voice was tired and dry from the tearful night. Esteve stood tall looking around as if he was hiding in a corner somewhere.


    ¡°Do you know where he could have gone?¡± I shook my head. My eyelids were barely open, it was as if they were being weighed down. Every time I tried to open them wider, they would only close again.


    The iron Knight began to pace frantically, ¡°If you don¡¯t know where he is, and I don¡¯t know where he is, then where the hell could he be?!¡±


    ¡°What is the matter?¡±


    Esteve¡¯s eyes darted like she was solving a puzzle in her head. ¡°I just don¡¯t like that he is wandering around.¡± Neither did I, but I wasn¡¯t ready to see him, I can¡¯t see him¡­ not yet.


    ¡°Get up.¡± Esteve blurted out. Shuffling around in one of the cupboards, she pulls out two mugs, with matching plates. ¡°Do you drink coffee?¡±


    ¡°What?¡± My brain was so fried I couldn¡¯t process what she was saying.


    ¡°Coffee. Do you drink it?¡± Esteve stood still waiting for my answer.


    I shook my head, ¡°No.¡±


    She simply smiled, placing the cups under a plate at the table in front of me. ¡°Great, because this is not coffee.¡± Esteve shuffled in her satchel and took out a small vial with a dark green liquid inside. As the potion moved inside the glass, it seemed to glisten and shine brighter than any light in the room. Carefully, she poured the drink evenly among the two glasses. ¡°This is something I made years ago, and I must say I can¡¯t go a morning without it. It gives you the energy of coffee, but without the bitter taste.¡±


    I could hear the words she said, but my arms and legs didn¡¯t seem to care. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. ¡°Come on.¡± taking my hand she pulled me up and herded me to one of the lounge chairs beside our beverages. ¡°The floor is no place for a Princess,¡± Esteve smirks like she was proud to have made a joke, but I did not laugh.


    She reached out her gauntlet hand, taking the mug closest to her. ¡°To the future Queen of Theora, long may she reign!¡±


    As she raised her class, I quickly took my own. ¡°And to you, the Queen of Xosta.¡± I wanted to be more enthusiastic, but my lack of sleep got the better of me.


    Taking my first sip sent a jolt of energy through my veins. I felt awake in my brain, and in every nerve of my entire being. This was most definitely not coffee. It tasted like blood oranges, mixed with other tropical flavors. Suddenly my eyes were no longer weighted but pried open. Even the tips of my fingers had a slight tingle rushing through them.


    Esteve sighed, smacking her lips from her glass. ¡°That is the stuff.¡± she exhaled. Looking down to the cup in her hands, Esteve continued. ¡°Marriage is a battle I never wish to face...¡± My heart leapt into my throat. It took two hard swallows of potion to get my nerves down. ¡°I can only imagine the toll this has all taken on the two of you. Life is hard. It comes with twists and turns that you would never anticipate, and it only grows when you have other people to consider.¡±


    Esteve paused for a moment, looking at the ring on my left hand. I had almost forgotten I was wearing it. It had become second nature to me. The gold band had become an extension of my finger, for all to see.


    ¡°You never want to be married?¡± Esteve let out a controlled laugh. ¡°No. Not if I can help it anyway. You and my brother will have lots of children I am sure. One of them can take the throne when the time comes.¡± She was so self-assured. I don¡¯t know how she does it.


    ¡°Look, you don¡¯t have to talk about it if you don¡¯t want to. Believe me, the last thing I want is a therapy session about you and Galleren¡¯s marriage-but I want to offer some advice¡­¡±


    I nod, ¡°please, go on.¡±


    Esteve finished the last few drops of her glass and placed the empty cup on the table. She didn¡¯t look phased at all by its contents, but rather relaxed by them. Whereas I felt so wired I could jump out of my seat.


    ¡°He would never admit it, and would kill me for saying it, but he does have a few of my Father''s tendencies. He can be selfish, and hot-headed, and sometimes maybe a bit insensitive-¡± My mind went to our argument last night¡­ don¡¯t think about last night.


    ¡°-but he is not my Father, and he never will be. I don¡¯t know what happened between you, but I know that he loves you. He hasn¡¯t straight out said it, but I can tell. Call it sisterly intuition.¡±


    I didn¡¯t know what to say, what to think. I am as confused as ever, and taking back Theora and having my ¡®happily ever after¡¯ seemed so distant.


    ¡°H-he loves me?¡± Even though I was hurting, I couldn¡¯t help but notice a small smile that crept in across my face.


    ¡°Oh yes! I know he does, even if he can¡¯t admit it to himself.¡± a hopeful flame flickered in my heart. Maybe there is a chance¡­


    Esteve rose from her seat, adjusting her belt which carried a sword. ¡°Well, there is no time to lose. Let¡¯s find my Ren before the Sandsperpants get a hold of him. He has to be around here somewhere.¡±


    Afraid of what more potion would do to me, I placed the rest to the side and walked out with Esteve. I couldn¡¯t avoid it forever. I needed to tell him how I felt. I need to put everything out in the open in order for us to get through this together. I need to tell him that I love him.

 Chapter 24: One Step Forward

    Esteve and I searched for hours trying to find Ren. I had no idea that the city was so massive. Even though the Sandsperpants were underground, they seemed to have had a solution for every survival need. Farmers could maintain crops from an underground spring and artificial light derived from bottled sunlight. No area was wasted, they had houses stacked together for miles, and tall detailed structures for more high-income homes laid out between them. Even the shopping district was filled with a wide variety for people to browse.


    Coming up to the end of another district, my legs began to burn from overuse. I can¡¯t remember the last time I walked this much.


    ¡°Have you seen a human man come this way?¡± Esteve asked one of the locals. The young Sandsperpant shook their head. ¡°No, I haven¡¯t. Sorry.¡±


    This felt like the hundredth person we asked about Ren and it is always the same answer. Finding him began to feel like a lost cause. While I was concerned for him, a part of me felt relieved. I was nervous to see him. We have so much to talk about, and what if he doesn¡¯t feel the same way I do? I have never told a man I have loved them before, but the ache in my heart for Ren told me that my feels are true. I wasn¡¯t prepared for this, any of this. My head throbbed with mental exhaustion. I¡¯ve been thinking far too much for my own good. I pressed my fingers against my temple, hoping for the pain to subside. As the pressure sparked a surge of discomfort I closed my eyes. The aching pain pulsated through my temples and what felt like the back of my eyes. I was so tired, everything in my body told me to rest, but my head kept me standing.


    Sir Esteve placed her hand on my back. ¡°I think we should turn back. He could be back at the palace by now. If not, I¡¯ll take care of it. You need to rest.¡±


    Rest¡­ The word was hypnotic. When it hit my ears a force of slumber pushed me to my knees. Esteve quickly caught me in her arms. She called out for me, but my mind was already gone into a state of dreaming.


    ??


    The sound of a closing door woke me. When I opened my eyes I was in bed under a thin red blanket. The mattress felt soft under the dead weight of my body. My headache had mostly subsided, but a small tingle at my temples remained. As I heard footsteps close by, I moved my eyes to the figure of a tall man with dark mangled hair. Ren¡­This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    As I shifted it caused the bed to creak, bringing Ren¡¯s eyes in its direction. ¡°I didn¡¯t want to wake you.¡± He said softly. His eyes were tired, and puffy. No doubt similar to mine.


    ¡°That¡¯s okay. I am glad you are here.¡± I forced a sleepy smile.


    ¡°Will you join me for a moment? There is something I want to say.¡± He reached out to me, his palm open for the taking. My heart jumped as nervous energy enveloped me. Accepting his hand, he supported me out of bed, but I kept the blanket around my shoulders for comfort.


    We sat together in the living area. The couch was just big enough for the two of us where there was nowhere to run. Our knees touched as we sat side by side causing my skin to tingle with excitement.


    Galleren took a deep breath, pausing before he spoke. His eyes staring down at his fidgeting hands.  ¡°When I was little, my Father told me that I should never apologize, even if I was in the wrong. He said that it was a sign of weakness, and as a future King, I should never be seen as weak.¡± He always becomes tense when he talks about King Thybaut. It pains me to see him have such an effect on Ren. ¡°I can see know that he was wrong about that. So forgive me, if I am doing this incorrectly¡­¡± As Ren continued to speak, I saw a change in posture, he looked stronger, confident. ¡°I am sorry.¡± He takes my hand, holding it tightly. ¡°I am sorry for how I have been acting. I am sorry for how I treated you last night, the things I said-¡± His voice broke off, ¡°I¡¯ll never forget the fear in your eyes, I never want you to look at me that way again.¡± Picking up my hand he brings it to his lips, giving each knuckle a soft and tender kiss. ¡°Everything is changing, and most of these changes were out of my hands. I like to be in control, to know what is coming, but I realize now that this cannot always be and I need to accept that rather than taking it out on the people I care for... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?¡±


    His tired eyes were full of remorse. Ren¡¯s hand never left mine as he waited for my reply. My heart was beating out of my chest. Taking in a breath of bravery I place my other hand around his. I paused thinking of how I wanted to say it, what was the best way? Then I realized that there is no right answer but the answer itself. ¡°Words can¡¯t erase last night, however with time it will pass. You can¡¯t give up on the ones you love.¡±


    My husband¡¯s eyes widened in happiness. He quickly sprang up, showering me with kisses. ¡°I couldn¡¯t agree more,¡± he said.


    ¡°For what it is worth, I am sorry too. For what I said at the feast. I think I was afraid, and I am not anymore. We are in this together.¡± Ren helps my face in his hands bring my forehead to his. I couldn¡¯t help but smile as the crown of our head met. As I closed my eyes I heard Ren whisper. ¡°We are in this together.¡±

 Chapter 25: Love, War, and Lentils

    Since our talk, things between us have never been better. Ren has been more patient, and I have been more open to my feelings. We have both been anxious about the next phase of the plan, so it is important for us to be on the same page.


    I have not been called back to a war-council meeting since my initial appearance, and I must say I am relieved. I don¡¯t care for the long hours of strategy, and I especially don¡¯t like keeping things from my husband. I felt like I couldn¡¯t share the events that would occur or I would betray Queen Kahi¡¯s trust, but in turn, I was betraying Ren¡¯s trust.


    I gripped my stomach after hearing a loud grumble. It was breakfast time, and lately, I have noticed my appetite had grown. I think that I have been happier, and my stomach is merely showing its appreciation.


    ¡°Hungry?¡± Ren rolled over to his stomach, placing his pillow under his chin.


    ¡°Quite, they are late with our breakfast this morning it seems.¡± Disappointment escaped my lips. I grew fond of the traditional Sansperpant breakfast. Who knew spiced lentil was so delicious?


    ¡°Why don¡¯t we go to the kitchen and see what we can find?¡±


    ¡°Won¡¯t we get in trouble?¡± I ask.


    Ren¡¯s green eyes shifted to mine as a mischievous grin grew on his face. ¡°I¡¯m feeling a little rebellious, what can I say? Besides, my wife is hungry and she should never be deprived of her breakfast.¡±


    I was beaming with excitement, and maybe a little gluttony. I like seeing this playful side to him, it makes me feel like a kid again. Quickly we sprang out of bed throwing on the first proper dress we could find. Hand in hand we sneaked out of our bed-chamber and down the hall. I didn¡¯t know where the kitsch was, but Ren seemed so sure of himself that I didn¡¯t question to follow his lead. However, after a few wrong turns, I started to have my doubts.


    ¡°Do you know where we are going?¡±


    Ren turned to me raising his brow, ¡°Of course I do.¡±


    We came to an impasse; left or right. He stood still contemplating like he was solving a puzzle. He has no idea where we are...


    ¡°Are you sure?¡±


    ¡°My lady, I assure you that I am not lost. There is a method to my madness, you see I may not actually know where the kitchen is-but my nose will guide us there.¡±


    I knew he was full of it. ¡°Your nose? Like a dog?¡± Sarcasm coated my words.


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    I humor him and close my eyes taking in a whiff of the air around us. ¡°I don¡¯t smell anything.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡± Ren scoffed at my unrefined nose. ¡°I smell food¡­ this way!¡± With a pep in his step, he pulls me to the right corridor, like a mutt following a trail.


    ¡°Ren slow down!¡± I was struggling to keep up with him. Stumbling ever so often over my own two feet.


    Soon enough we came to a large open archway with low and behold a large kitchen. The delicious aroma of spices combed through the air. My stomach grumbled longing for a taste of the heavenly scent around us.


    ¡°I told you.¡± He grinned, mocking my novice nose.


    ¡°Good boy!¡± I teased patting him on his head.


    Ren laughed at my playful banter, leaning his arm toward the open passage. ¡°Ladies first.¡± Taking his lead peered around the corner, and found there were no chefs or servants. Dishes, pots, and pans were scattered about, as well as a variety of vegetables and dried meats.


    Feeling that the coast was clear, I gravitated toward a large pot over a dying hearth. The embers under the cast iron had told me that something delicious was once in its contents. I frowned at the black emptiness inside the cauldron. The few scraps on lentils left would barely make up a tablespoon.


    ¡°Over here,¡± Ren called me over to a room that connected to the kitchen. Excitement filled my heart when my eyes took in the beautiful sight of bowls filled and prepared for breakfast.


    ¡°It seems we are not the only ones without their meal this morning. Take your pick.¡± They all looked so delicious, I wanted to eat them all! I tamed the glutton inside and settled for a place on the far left corner since it was the closest.


    ¡°Oh my¡­ that was the plate I was going to take.¡± Suddenly feeling overprotective I took my portion, in one hand and using the other as a barrier.


    ¡°There must be fifty other plates here, pick another one.¡± I placed my hand up as he took a step toward my meal.


    ¡°But my heart was set on that one¡­ Perhaps we can come to an arrangement.¡± Ren smiled with a twinkle in his eye.


    ¡°What do you want?¡± I hesitated to ask, hearing the mischief in his tone.


    ¡°I think a kiss should suffice.¡±


    This seems too easy, but I am curious about the outcome. ¡°Just a kiss?¡±


    He nods maintaining a grin on his handsome face. Keeping the plate in my clutches, I approach slowly, being wary of any sudden movements. Leaning in to kiss him felt natural. Right. When we are together, life feels normal again. As tensions are pulled from my body by his lips, my fingers loosen ever so slightly which was all he needed.


    ¡°Got it!¡± In a moment of weakness, he snatched the plate from my grip. Lifting his prize over his head he gloats his victory.


    In a defeated panic I raise my arms to the sky, trying to win back my breakfast, but his height was superior to mine. ¡°Give it back!¡± I yelled on my toes.


    ¡°What are you doing in here?¡± The unexpected voice broke our banter in two. There standing in the open archway was a Sansperpant servant. From her dress, she was one of the chefs.


    ¡°We were just getting breakfast.¡± I was quick to respond to the protection of Ren. The servant was not pleased with our presence. Her arms crossed and brow furrowed.


    ¡°Breakfast was canceled on Queen¡¯s orders. Return to your room immediately, and pack your things.¡±


    ¡°Pack our things? For what purpose?¡± Ren asked the same question that burned in my mind.


    ¡°The plan has been set in motion. The War has begun.¡± The Servants words hung over us like a dark cloud. Suddenly I found that I had lost my appetite.

 Chapter 26: Flaming Stars

    ¡°I think that is everything.¡± I took one last glance around the room for anything we had forgotten. With so little on our person, it was easy to collect.


    Esteve had told us to dress for battle, just in case we run into trouble on our way to Xosta. The Queen arranged us all our own protective garments, each in our Kingdom colors. Ren¡¯s iron armor bulged from his broad shoulders. I was given a leather pair of arms with black dyed leather and redlining. Thanks to Ren the armor fit me nicely, but the thickness and slight immobility were foreign. However, as I look at my husband I am thankful to be in leather, and not metal.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go, my dear. I believe we are meeting my sister there with the others.¡± Walking hand in hand we left our quarters following a sea of Sandserpant warriors. Each one carrying a different weapon on hand, and a spare on their belt. The swords were curved and sharp, much like a scythe. Warpaint of red and blue shrouded their faces, covering the natural markings I admire so dearly.


    After navigating through many tunnels and hallways, the crowds stopped at a tall brass gate. Large wooden latches secured the door, along with a group of guards wearing Queen Kahi¡¯s uniform.


    Amongst the large crowd, I saw Esteve dressed in her finest armor, holding her helm at her hip. As I was admiring her steel, her eyes met mine.


    ¡°There you are!¡± She called out to us. Her layers of metal clinging and clanging as she walked in our direction. ¡°Can you believe this is all happening? Are you excited brother?¡±


    Ren scanned through everyone around us like his eyes were calculating his words carefully. ¡°How many people are with us? I estimate five hundred or so here, is that correct?¡±


    ¡°Five hundred and ten soldiers are here in the city. The other thousand are waiting for us beyond the gate.¡±


    Ren¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°Thybaut has twice that amount¡­¡± concern coddled his voice, but Esteve was not phased.


    ¡°I am well aware, but you forget that he has some of that number in Theora. Not to mention, the Sandserpant¡¯s have more endurance than an average human. Even if we cannot match him in numbers, we still have a good chance of victory.¡± She paused placing her helmet over her head. ¡°We can talk more on the way, the Queen is about to make her address. Follow me.¡±


    As Esteve turned I felt Ren¡¯s grip on my hand tighten. ¡°I don¡¯t like those odds,¡± he mumbles, keeping a safe distance behind his sister as she guides us through the mass of people.


    ¡°We need to trust in her. She has our best interests.¡± I whisper.


    ¡°You don¡¯t know her as I do. All she has ever wanted was to have the revenge of our Father. Who is to say that won¡¯t cloud her judgment? Why do you think she didn¡¯t tell us about this from the start? Don¡¯t you think it is strange we found out through a servant that the War was starting?¡±


    He made a good point. It was strange that it did not come from her, but speculating would bring us doubt, and we need to be confident in every move we make if we are all going to survive this. ¡°I am sure Esteve has good reason.¡±


    Reaching the gate the Queen was already waiting, in her own battle garments. Her staff held a large serpent¡¯s head at the top, meeting the eye line of her enemies. As her speech began, I found myself tuning out to her words as the sight in front of me captured my attention. A view of five hundred and ten Sandserpant faces drew me in. Each one fighting for our cause, and for each other. With War comes with bloodshed, and I know that not everyone will be returning to their homes, their families, their lives. As their Queen provides her thanks and motivates her soldiers, I find myself moved by the fire in their eyes. The love of their Queen and city is so great that they would sacrifice their own lives for it.


    ¡°Open the gates!¡± The crowd roared for their Queen.


    As the gate opened I felt a breeze of joy and hope. That someday soon I will be in Theora again. That someday soon I will honor my family by starting one of my own.


    ??


    If my feet could talk, they would be screaming. Shouting obscenities, and questions of sadism. For days now we have walked through the desert, all eager to reach our destination. The Sapandserpants don¡¯t seem to be as phased by the long journey as the three humans. Their species has been acclimating to the hot desert for centuries. Meanwhile, I find myself missing the cold snowy winters at the Theora palace. We travel mostly at night, for the weak human¡¯s sake, and the cover of night to hide from any prospective enemies.


    Tonight the stars were clear and bright. The moon acting as a guide shining our way to victory. The Queen¡¯s astronomers were using their star maps as an aid. Without them, we would most likely wander the desert till my feet broke.


    ¡°How soon till we arrive?¡± Queen Kahi asked one of her councilors.


    ¡°Very soon your Grace. The astronomers estimate to arrive their tomorrow.¡± The council member pushed her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose, the moonlight reflecting in the glass circles.


    ¡°Let us make camp then. I want the soldiers to be well-rested when we arrive.¡± Thank the earth!You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    The Sandserpant bowed, then proceeded to spread the Queen¡¯s command to any of the nearby soldiers and generals.


    ¡°Are you ready Ren? Tomorrow we take back our home, and serve justice to that tyrant we can Father.¡± There is a sparkle in Sir Esteve¡¯s eye. This journey has been a long time coming.


    Ren smiled, placing his hand on her shoulder. ¡°Yes, and whatever outcome may befall us, I know that Mother would be proud.¡±


    ¡°I would be a foul to think there wasn¡¯t a possibility of defeat, but everything in my gut tells me that victory is on our side. If we don¡¯t come out of this¡­ we would die for a cause worth fighting for.¡± Spoken like a true soldier. I envy Esteves¡¯s strength and bravery. Just the thought of my possible death tomorrow makes my knees buckle. ¡°Will you give me a hand with the tent? I think Ariella should rest.¡±


    I must look as tired as I feel. Ren leans down and kisses me on the cheek. ¡°I¡¯ll be right back.¡± his soft voice caressing my ear. My heartstrings tug as I watch him walk away toward the supply cart.


    I turn to the skies in hope of a distraction from my lovesickness. I never truly appreciated them till the long night trips we have been making the past few days. With the lack of clouds, you can see every fragment in the sky, even the smallest frail lights are visible. My vision suddenly caught new stars flickering in the distance. These had an orange hue and were gathered close together, almost like a constellation. Calling over the astronomer nearest to me, I ask, ¡°Excuse me? That group of stars at the horizon, is that a constellation of some sort?¡±


    The Sandserpant star expert looked to her to map them back at the sight. Her eyes opened wide as a wash of fear consumed her body. ¡°That is no constellation¡­ SHIELDS! Everyone!¡±


    In an instant people began to panic, grabbing their weapons and shield frantically. I froze in horror as the once small red-yellow stars multiplied. In unison, they flew up into the sky and began to descend toward us. These were not stars, but arrows.


    ¡°Get down!¡± a hand-pulled me down under a shield. ¡°Stick close to me.¡± Ren held me tight as we awaited the swarm of flaming arrows. Soon the sounds of metal on metal danced around us as the shields deflected the blow. A few sounds of injured soldiers'' cries cut through the noise as anxiety filled my heart. When silence fell we peaked out in front of us to see an army charging for us. King Thybaut found us¡­


    Our element of surprise was destroyed, but we were not ready to give up yet. The Queen and Esteve took to the frontline giving battle commands. Calling our archers first they lined up neatly, holding their arrows high.


    ¡°Fire!¡± The Queen shouted, waving her hand. As the arrows released I watched in amazement as hundreds of wooden arrows flew across the night sky. This is War.


    ¡°Take this.¡± Ren pulled a dagger from his boot, placing it carefully in my hand. ¡°I am here to protect you, but if the time comes you must use it.¡±


    Leaning forward he kisses me like it would be our last. ¡°I love you.¡±


    My heart filled with joy, and fear of losing it. ¡°I love you too,¡± I replied


    ¡°Ready, Charge!¡± Sir Esteve screamed. The army of Sandserpants cheered as they ran to the incoming army. The sounds of clashing swords echoed across the desert. I felt powerless amidst the chaos.


    ¡°We have to do something.¡±


    Ren turned to me and shook his head. ¡°We are the second line of defense. Our orders are to wait until called. I also have a duty to protect the Queen of Theora in battle, and charging into danger would negate that order.¡±


    Who would order for us to stay behind for my protection? Esteve¡­ Once again she is risking her life for not only my safety but Ren¡¯s. Looking out for her, I came to realize that she was too deep into the battlefield to be seen. All I could do was hope for her safety in all of this.


    ¡°Look out!¡± Ren calls beside us as a Xosta soldier begins to attack the second-line defense. The Sandserpant was quick to respond, cutting down the enemy with a swift slice of her blade.


    More enemy soldiers began to filter through acting the first person they saw. My heart began to beat hard as I saw one of the Xosta soldiers charges toward me. He was tall and think with dark armor. His face was just barely visible, but I was able to see that he had a look that only death by his hand would sooth.


    Taking his Axe he raised it high swing at Ren¡¯s shield. ¡°Get back!¡± he yelled at me.


    ¡°I won¡¯t leave you!¡± Taking my small dagger out I could hear the soldier laugh, mocking my weak-natured weapon. As Ren continued to take hits I knew I needed something more than this. Scanning the fallen soldiers I see a sword ripe and read for the picking. Quickly make a run for it, skipping around the fighting warriors. Be brave, be brave¡­


    If I say my mantra enough times, I will start to believe it. I need to be brave; for Ren, for Xosta, for Theora. In my final moments do I want to be known as a coward crippled with fear? I want to sit and watch Esteve and the others fight my battles.


    As I reached the long sword I realized that the sword''s owner was still alive. The Sandserpant was badly injured, bleeding out from the leg. ¡°Please help me.¡± She moaned. Looking back to Ren I saw that he was still fighting the soldier taking on stronger and stronger blows. Time was of the essence, and Ren needed my help, but so did she. Ripping off a piece of my cloak wrapping the injury tightly. She shouted in pain as I tied the last knot. ¡°I¡¯ll be back.¡±


    Taking the fallen soldier¡¯s sword in my blood-soaked hand I race back to my loved one, hoping I am not too late. Once I reach within fighting distance I raise my weapon, ready to strike, just barely holding up the heavyweight. But before I could strike, another Xosta warrior cut my path.


    ¡°Not today Princess.¡± he snickered. With ease, he knocked the weapon from my hand, and I was left open.


    ¡°Run Arie!¡± Ren called out to me, his voice coated in desperation. Feeling the adrenaline pulsing through my veins I take the dagger from my pocket and lunge toward the soldier. Reading my movement he grabbed the dagger held hand, gripping it so tightly that my weapon fell to the ground. It¡¯s over¡­


    The soldier threw me to my knees, as Mira once did before her death. I could hear Ren screaming for him to stop, but he knew as well as I did that we wouldn''t stop for anything. Pulling my hair back he held my head up, opening my neck up to the elements. His sword was icy to the touch as he rested his sharp weapon across.


    He leaned in closely, chills running across my body. ¡°You don¡¯t get to die today Princess. The King has bigger plans for you.¡± and with a rapid hit of his hilt to my head, my vision went dark.

 Chapter 27: The Beginning of the End

    Head throbbing¡­ tight ankles and wrists¡­ a scratchy sensation against my skin.  These were the first things that I feel. Ren... where is Ren?


    I open my eyes to a large room, filled with lavish bed furnishings. Red, black, and gold curtains hung from the large open windows. A small breeze caused open of the pieces of fabric to brush against my arm, the tickle a welcome feeling compared to the unbreakable rope. I laid helpless on the ground my hands tided behind my back, my feet to match.


    My heart ached as I realized Ren was nowhere to be seen, and my gut suspicion is that my captor was my Father-in-law. Scanning the room, I noticed an opportunity before me. A knife¡­ I start to inch my sore body to a table nearby, a small knife left from a meal as a beacon of hope. Freedom was so close I could taste it. But before I could get far, I heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. There was no way that I could reach it in time, but I was desperate. Move faster body!


    Every inch of me ached in pain and fear. If the King didn¡¯t want to kill me on the battlefield, then he had something far worse in mind. I did not want my last moments on this earth to be tortured by him. I need to escape, somehow¡­ although I would be lying to myself if I said that my chances of getting out of this were high. I had no idea where Esteve and Ren are or the outcome of the battle. I hope they are alright... Please be alive...


    The sound of a wooden door slammed against the stone wall, as two pairs of footsteps vibrated on the floor.


    ¡°Sire please, we must-¡±


    ¡°No, I will never concede! NEVER!¡± King Thybaut¡¯s shouts were undeniable, but the other male voice I did not recognize. I turned to the voices and saw the King making his way right for me. His angry footsteps bellowing through the room. Quickly he snatched the empty plate and silver wear. His skin red with fury.


    ¡°You think you could escape that easily?!¡± In a rage, he threw the plate across the room, the sound of smashing pieces to follow. ¡°Get someone to clean up this mess!¡± He yelled at the other man.


    ¡°But your Grace, all of the servants... they are gone, y-you fired them all¡­¡±


    ¡°Because they are incompetent!¡± The King snapped ¡°and so it seems are you! Get a broom this instant! Or I will have your head on a spike!¡±


    ¡°Yes, Sir.¡± The man was shaking in his boots as he bowed. His knees shaking at the King¡¯s unhinged nature. Thybaut is unraveled¡­ and the servant wants him to concede¡­ the battle must not be going as he had planned. Yes!


    My small spark of happiness was ignited by King Thybaut, leering his ugly head over my helpless restrained body. ¡°You,¡± he said sternly.


    He grabbed me by my shirt pulling me to his eye level. He looked tired, dark circles emanating from his red eyeballs. ¡°You are the cause of all of this.¡± I swallowed hard as I could see the anger pulsing in his forehead vein.


    Even if he had the upper hand with me, I knew he was losing. I need to stall, to give Esteve and Ren enough time to come for me. ¡°How am I to blame?¡± I ask.


    ¡°You poisoned my son¡¯s mind, you witch!¡± Spots of his saliva hit my face, each one almost burning my skin with his anger.


    ¡°You turned him against me! You turned all of them against me!¡± He released his hand, allowing gravity to push me to the ground.


    ¡°I did no such thing. You- you brought this upon yourself.¡± Sour to my words, the King thrust his foot to my torso. I let out a short cry as my body pushed back from the force. ¡°Quiet! No more talking!¡± he snapped pacing around the room. His eyes set on a pitcher of wine, taking a nearby cup and pouring himself a glass. His hands were shaking slightly as the red liquid spilled from the sides of the glass. Tread carefully...


    ¡°What do you want with me?¡± I asked. I genuinely wanted the answer, but I knew that I needed to give my friends more time if they were going to rescue me.


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    My throat was throbbing in fear. I had no doubt King Thybaut was capable of such torture, and I don¡¯t wish to experience it.


    ¡°Father!¡± My heart skipped a beat as I heard Ren¡¯s voice from across the room. ¡°It is over now. Your men surrendered, don¡¯t make this harder than it needs to be.¡± His voice wavered as he looked at me with concern in his eyes. Sir Esteve was beside him, her armor dirty and worn from the battle, and placed on her head was her ever-iconic helmet, hiding her identity.


    I watched the tension between them unfold as no words were spoken, just stares. Slowly I could hear King Thybaut¡¯s breath grow heavy, panicked by their presence. Prideful he stood unwilling to accept our victory and resistant to let me, his only leverage go.


    In the blink of an eye, his eyes darted to the steak knife amongst broken plate pieces on the floor. Turning his heel he hastened for the weapon. Esteve¡¯s Knightly instincts kicked in, as she ran after him. Ren rushed to my side urgently attempting to break my rope bonds.


    Before The King could reach the sharp object, Esteve pulled him by the shirt, throwing him to the ground. Taking her right hand, she unsheathed her long sword, piecing the king in place to ear he lay.


    ¡°Ahh!¡± he cried as dark red blood emerged from his left shoulder. ¡°Stop this! I am your King!¡±


    Twisting the sword in place, I could almost see the smile through Esteve¡¯s iron. ¡°Xosta has a new ruler now.¡± King Thybaut Turned to Ren as he pulled me to my feet, free from bondage. As I rubbed my wrists, I watched intently as this moment in history unfolded before my very eyes.


    ¡°Not Galleren.¡± She said. ¡°Me.¡± In a dramatic fashion, Sir Esteve removed her helm, throwing it to the floor. Her long black waving hair cascading down her shoulders, as she did not break eye contact with the fallen King.


    As he coughed, he began to laugh. ¡°So it is true. Your Mother betrayed me¡­¡±


    ¡°No, you betrayed me and all the stillborn daughters that came before us. Have you no compassion? They were your flesh and blood!¡±


    The King shook his head slowly. ¡°There is no room for compassion in a great monarchy, and neither is a Queen without a King.¡±


    Rage sparked in Sir Esteve¡¯s eyes. Quickly she drew her sword out, then back into his clean shoulder. The King screamed in pain, but she did not flinch, her hand steady with justice. ¡°Choose your words wisely, for they are about to be your last.¡±


    King Thybaut¡¯s tunic now soaked in crimson and began to bleed on the floor beneath him. ¡°Xosta, like any Kingdom has been rooted in tradition. There is a reason no Queen has ruled on their own. The people of Xosta will never accept you without a King at your side¡­¡± He said gripping his new wound. I could see the light of his life flicker in his eyes, like a candle flame about to extinguish. ¡°You will destroy this land, and you have destroyed this family from the night you came into this world.¡±


    The dying King turned to his son, yearning for validation. ¡°We were never a family Father, not since Mother died. All these years I watched you mistreat our people. Forcing them into servitude, begging for scraps on the streets, and evicting them from their homes due to the high taxes¡­ but no more. Do you know how I know Esteve will make a great Queen? Because she loves this kingdom, she has lived among them, and know the struggles of the poor. She will lead the people with a true heart, and right every wrong that you have thrust upon them.¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t know anything boy! None of you do! The orcs are a far greater threat to our people than poverty. You have never seen them¡­ I have faced them in battle before and they are unlike any creature you will encounter. They are strong and don¡¯t sleep as we do, they never exhaust of energy, and they continue to populate in large numbers to sustain their armies. I did what I had to do for Xosta!¡±


    Swiftly Esteve reached to her boot with her spare hand, pulling out a sharp knife. ¡°Enough!¡± As she held the knife to his throat, he began to laugh. ¡°Fool¡­ you will fail. Mark my-¡±


    I turned my head away as fast as I could. Just barely escaping the horrid sight in time. I buried my face into Ren¡¯s arm waiting till it was safe to look again. When I heard the thud hit the ground, my husband placed his hand on my head. ¡°It¡¯s over,¡± he whispered. Those two sweet words sent tears of joy to my eyes. We won¡­


    I opened my eyes to Ren¡¯s loving gaze. ¡°We did it, we did it!¡± I could control my emotions, all of my joy and hope burst out of my eyes. I held Ren tightly as I feared my body would break from happiness. He did not speak, just wrapped his arms around me. His embrace told me everything that I needed to know. Our future together stared here and now. I can return to Theora with Ren, start a family, and repair what was lost, including my little brother.


    ¡°We won this battle, but the war is far from over.¡± Esteve¡¯s flat tone halted my happiness. She is right¡­ the orcs are still a threat and can take away everything that we worked for. I looked at Ren with concern and found that there was not a sign of it in his expression.


    ¡°You are right, but today is a day of victory! We can begin our next battle preparations at a later time.¡±


    Esteve looked away, her mind still clearly thinking of the fight to come. ¡°I suppose we need to assess our resources¡­ but we strat no later than tomorrow afternoon! There will be no slacking, you hear me?¡±


    Ren smiled at his lecturing sister. ¡°I would expect no less.¡±


    The End


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