The group continued through the village without any more trouble and returned to the main road. They pushed their horses into a quick but steady trot and made it to the castle by the late afternoon.Niamh did not see much of the king after dismounting at the elegant castle by an evergreen forest. Lorcan was rushed into the castle by the scar-faced general as soon as he dismounted. Captain Aengus calmly introduced Niamh to two servants, Maeval and Moidrin, her new personal servants. He left them to show Niamh to her chambers to unpack and get comfortable.She didn't feel much like talking, and the servants did the unpacking, so Niamh went out on her balcony. The dark green of the forest was soothing, reminding her of the Tigherneach Keep. As she watched, she saw King Lorcan, the general, Captain Aengus, and a host of elves with scrolls and tired faces come out into the yard below. One elflord, richly dressed in a clean, red robe, was gesturing grandly. Lorcan simply nodded. The red-robe
When Niamh left her chambers, she discovered all the castle servants had lined the halls to see her. A soft, warm glow began growing in her chest as she smiled through her nerves, giving a slight wave as she passed. Niamh was led through the halls and into a long covered walkway with open, arched windows. At the end of the walkway, elves from the nearby villages and towns had come to catch a glimpse of the future queen. Niamh stepped out into the brilliant sunshine and paused. A path was laid out before her, both physical and in her heart. Captain Aengus appeared and nodded, motioning for Niamh to begin. Taking a deep breath, Niamh stepped forward. Niamh's two handmaidens followed behind, and Captain Aengus remained close as they walked from the castle to the great temple at the far end of the castle grounds. She couldn't help but notice although the music was joyful, the faces of those watching showed less enthusiasm. There were mumbles and whispers as she made her way down the pat
"I'm being summoned to a council meeting.""On your wedding day?" Captain Aengus asked quietly."Shall I come with you?" Niamh stepped forward.Loran nodded at the messenger and sent him away."I was summoned to the council, not you."Niamh went silent. The king was no longer smiling and began walking back to the palace. He did not wait for his bride, but strode so purposefully that Niamh had to push herself to keep a close distance between them. Captain Aengus looked like he had done this many times before, and kept up with little trouble.King Lorcan paused at the top of the path."Don't make me late," he snapped.An angry screech came from the sky.The new queen jumped, and looked up at Fergal. The captain caught her glance and motioned with his arm. Niamh imitated the action and called the falcon's name. For a moment, Fergal circled slowly, then dove to his new master's arm. Walking with the bird of prey on her arm was a little difficult, but Niamh adapted quickly, earning a fleeti
Naimh gave two or three big sobs before taking a deep breath. As she exhaled, she stood up and made her way to her balcony to watch the stars appear in the evening sky. The colors of twilight spread over the Elven kingdom like waves on the faraway ocean. Niamh leaned over the edge of her balcony and movement caught her eye. She saw two children playing outside of the castle wall. The young elflord was trying to reach an apple hanging on a branch out of his reach. His smaller, rosy-cheeked sister watched hopefully, wiggling with excitement. The fruit was obviously out of reach, but the brother wasn't going to give up. Niamh could only watch the struggle for so long before her heart made her act. "Are you hungry?" she called out.The pair of elflings, startled, turned to run. "No, wait!" Niamh ran back into her room and grabbed two shining apples from the small fruit basket on the table. "Wait!"With apples in hand, Niamh ran back to the balcony. The elflings were obediently waiting,
The storm still roared throughout the night and into the morning hours. Niamh watched the rain run down the etched glass of her balcony doors as she prepared for the day. Her thoughts dwelled on the poor elves with the King out in this weather.Moidrin came in with an expression of one forced to take the bitterest of medicine. Niamh looked at her questioningly."You are requested to be at the council meeting this morning," Moidrin said in a level voice. "We need to get you dressed before Boru arrives."Niamh loved the flowers, "Boru?"Maeval smiled and nodded, "Roedrian Boru. He is on the council, and if I may say, one of the more open-minded members.""Oh, yes," Niamh nodded, remembering the elf in the red robe from her wedding day. With a heavy sigh, the future Elven queen pulled herself away from the windows.Boru arrived at the Queen's door a few minutes later and escorted Niamh to the council chambers where six, tall, slender elflords in long, dark robes, sat stone-faced around
For a moment, Niamh didn't think she heard correctly. She shook her head, tilting her pointed ears towards the exhausted general. "What do you mean, you don't know?" she asked. A tingling of fear began to rise in her heart.She followed General Konny into the hall."His horse went down in the heat of battle and I did not see him rise," General Konnyr wiped dark, thick mud off his scar. "We've been looking for his body for three days."Niamh's mouth dropped open. They lost King Lorcan. Her husband was gone."How do you lose a body? How do you lose a King?" She could barely breathe. "I strongly recommend you look harder.""My Lady, he's gone. Lost." The general stopped and looked at her sharply. "As I said, we have looked for three days."He turned his back and continued to walk away.Niamh clenched her fists, "You will go back and look again. A body doesn't just disappear. If you can't find him, he may still be alive."The general looked skeptical, "My Lady.... I have been in more bat
The young queen felt her hands grow cold."We lost?" Council member Pelleas Wynbalar blinked his ice-blue eyes in disbelief.Not a breath was heard as the knowledge of the King's devastating defeat sank in. A hundred scenarios began playing through Niamh's head. She was so fresh to this world, so new to being a queen, Niamh knew her life was in danger. She closed her eyes briefly to calm her mind. Trajyr asked darkly, "How long do I have?" "You will be expecting the exiled Lord Dafiel Beluar, and he will be here within the hour," Roedrian Boru was walking towards the queen and captain."We must prepare!" the general said.Instantly, General Konnyr and Captain Aengus leaped into action, charging down the hall. The General began bellowing orders."Our army is exhausted," Konnyr shook his head and growled loudly at the captain. "We don't have the strength to protect her.""General!" Aengus growled back. "We must. You still have a duty!"Niamh finally commanded loudly, "Let him come."Th
"The Queen?"Lord Beluar looked apologetically confused."I am the Queen," Niamh repeated. "Although I have only been Queen for four days. King Lorcan and I were married the day before he left to take care of… this dispute.""I am here to speak with the King," Lord Beluar interrupted, raising a hand to pause the conversation. "I have no reason to speak with his Queen.""You will have to speak with this one," General Konnyr snapped. "The King is dead."Beluar looked from general to queen."He is missing," Niamh corrected, giving the general a firm look."Explain… missing," the victorious elford frowned.Konnyr answered after looking for affirmation from the Queen, "The King was seen in battle, but now is nowhere to be found… alive or dead.""Have you taken him prisoner?" Niamh asked. "I will negotiate for his release.""What happened to Lorcan?" whispered Lord Beluar to his general in a sincere tone. "Where is he?"Beluar's general frowned nervously, "We didn't capture him… we don't hav