"Alliah? What brings you here?" Father's eyebrows cinched together as I walked through his door. Even in front oh him I felt nervous. I had to hold my hands together so that my hands wouldn't quake. This was out of character for me as a Knight. But in the end, I guess if you where to give your status up prematurely, I guess any Knight would feel forlorned.
"I came to talk about my marriage father." I simply said. He steepled his hands infront of him, his eyebrows raising that of surprise. Then he sort of chuckled to himself and waved at me to go on. I watched him lean back in his chair, like he was waiting for some sort of fight to ensue. I gripped my hands together, trying to slow my fast beating heart in my chest. It felt like it was going to errupt at any given moment.
"I have decided that I want to Marry Nickl
Angered and in my haste to get away from Nicklos and Illia, I found myself aimlessly walking through the garden. the butterflies flittered from flower to flower, the luscious smells graced my nose, and the bees flew busily about. Normally I would find comfort in these things, but my mind was angrily racing, pounding on any opportunity to make me even the slightest bit happy. I think this was truly the first time I have ever felt so bitter. Not only where secrets being kept, but he was also going back on his words too. How shameless he was? Not to act like my sister, but what was so good about her that she had to turn his head her way? Was it because I seemed and appeared to masculine? My willingness to throw myself into battle to protect my people? Was I too head strong in my decisions? There where countless man here, but I still only had my heart on one, and even he was slippin
As expected upon our arrival, dinner was a bit strained. Illia was sitting on one side of father, and I on the other. Nicklos, surprisingly enough, decided to sit on my side of the long table, and not on her's. Marquise, being stoic and passive, sat on the other side of Nicklos. There was little in words being exchanged around the room, and that was odd for me. Normally this lot was chatty and chaotic, but right now, they where quiet. Was the last dinner I attended so bad that they would sit so tight lipped? I looked towards father for an explanation, but he just smiled warmly at me. Another unsettling cue that something was indeed wrong. I casually, and absently picked up my wine glass, twirling the red liquid in the cup. The uncomfortable atmosphere was indeed distracting me, and I further declined in wanting to eat my food. Even the smell was making me nauseous. Nicklos said not
Marquise and I turned around, surprised to find that the General's son came walking down the hallway. His pace was brisk and stiff. I watched his face, his brows pressed down in an angry frown as he stormed towards us. It was amazing to see how much he looked like his father. The brown hair, the stern eyes, and the sharp set of his cheeks and jaw. It was like staring at a young version of my most trusted and beloved friend. "Aren't you on probabtion for sneaking out the last time." I wouldn't endanger him. The General would never forgive me if something happene to him. But the determination on his face told me that he wasn't going to follow orders anyway. He really was like his dad. Micheal knelt before me, his hand over his chest. "My father greatly respects you, your Majesty. Tonight, I couldn't
Like violent thunder, the many sounds of hooves pounding on the ground filled the air. This dense forest surrounded us, making the visibilty very minimal. Only few rays of the moonlight made their way through the thick foliage of the company that sat over our heads. Faint outlines of the trees barely gave away their positions as we weaved around their thick trunks. Dead twigs and branches along with dead leaves crunched underneath us as we stromed through the thick woods. Despite our urgency, I was enjoying the heavy smell of the oak woods that surrounded us. It filled and wafted through my nose, clouding my thoughts. Despite our urgent pace, the night was calm. Critters slept quietly in their homes, not making a peep despite our reckless stomping. It was so peaceful, that it almost seemed as if we where taking a casual ride through the forest. But with the peace of the night, it
Shades of pink, reds, and oranges graced the sky as the sun rose over the horizon. The dark shadows of the trees, turned into dark browns with light and dark green tops. The lusious canopy that laced over our heads, did little to hide the beautiful morning sun rise. With the rise of the sun, came the stirring of critters big and large. The forest was now coming to life. Small creatures scampered across the forest floor looking for food. Large herbivores moved slow and casual as they stamped their hooves looking for food. The three of us, slumped forward in our saddles, restless and tired. Despite the glorious morning, and the energy that it gave off, we where utterly and hopelessly drained. The night had been long. The lingering possible threat of an ambush had kept us alert and on edge. The mere thought that our comrades where in danger was another issue looming over our heads like a nasty storm. I co
Inside the village, it was a little crowded. Lots of homes sat close together, standing tall and well cared for. Kids scurried around, screaming as they playfully chased after each other. Women crowded in a small area, talking amongst themselves as they watched the children play. There was a project in each of their hands. Some where knitting, others mending clothes, or some where even washing as they talked. With how open these people seemed to be, it looked as if they where a close knit community. While the men worked, the women here tended to the chores and to the children. But they seemed happy, almost carefree. The loud chatter resonated off the close buildings as we reached the center of the town where everyone was gathered. The center was basically a large area with a single well erected in the middle. A few benches where placed about for sitting, and maybe a few vendors sc
He brought us into a small office in the top of his home. It was quaint and well kept. Not even a spot of dust speckled the air as we walked in. The room mostly just consisted of a small desk with a lamp, bookshelves aligned against the wall, and worn out chair. The room seemed fairly simple with its one tall window and door leading out to the balcony. But despite having mulitple openings, old yellow smoke stains appeared all along the wall. The stench was thick and heavy as well, deaming he had just smoked not to long ago. With a wave of his hand, the few guards that escorted us left the room. Marquise, Michael, and I where standing before the Chief, watching him saunter slowly to his seat. It was like watching a really old turtle find his way through slick sand. One careful step at a time. Not once did he utter a word, and my patience was thinning with every step. I had to keep my coo
Despite having felt like a solid rock as I went to bed last night, a quick bath this morning had me thriving with energy. With the fragrance of roses wafting through the air mixed with the cleanliness I felt, I was ready to meet the day head on. That was until there was a heavy pounding on my door. It was rapid, demanding my attention as I finished sliding my undershirt over my head. Before I could answer the door, Michael came bursting through, his face red and dripping with sweat. I paused, stunned that he would just burst through without waiting for my reply. Thankfully I was now at least dressed enough where nothing was showing visibly, but I was still not fully clothed enough to be considered publicly dressed. Upon seeing my frozen form, he glanced up and down once, surprise, and then embaresment encompassed his face. He quickly coughed once, bowed, and then turned sl