~Part two~
"Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute."~Edgar Allen Poe
"He's immortal..."
The words repeat over and over in my head. A daze of question's flooding my mind not giving me time to process any of them. A blinding amount of fury and confusion comes over me. I knew Levi would not answer my questions. He would be too stubborn.
He would tell me what he always does. "I do not wish to lie to you, Kathleen. I also do not wish to hurt you. Or for you to leave me, so I will not tell you." I can already hear it in his deep, strong voice. I'll be left to wonder all over again. Now, now his unwillingness to tell me, will be the cause of
The warm sun rays carefully embrace me. It hits my eye almost scared to wake me up but not hesitating in doing so. There's still a cold breeze that comes from the open window. It still lightly winter but the weather becomes warmer. "Good morning, my queen," I say to Kathleen but opening my eyes I see there is no Kathleen and I'm just holding a pillow.I furrow my brows, usually, she waits for me to wake before she gets out of bed. I scour the room and see that her cloak and boots are not at their customary corner...Why would she need her coat? I get up from my bed and move over to my closet. A pair of my trousers and one of my shirts are missing.I hear a commotion outside. I get up, not caring for a shirt, only in my britches. Opening the door to one of the servants, "Oh your majesty, I was just about to wake you." She says in a faint voice, her cheeks rosy and eyes big, I give her a disgruntled grunt in return. Just like I've done many times before.
To say I was tired would have an understatement without question. I've been riding this horse for hours now. The sun was high in the sky but slowly setting. Coming close to dusk now.I was exasperated, the horse was over-worked. It was fair to say we needed rest. I do know how to make a fire but I don't have anything to tie the horse with. Or the strength to go find wood.I felt gross, I haven't had the time to bathe before I left. I had too large clothes on. It's scratching me. The baggy clothes make it uncomfortable to move. I didn't have time to brush my teeth either. I felt truly gross.I almost decided to sleep without a fire and pry to the gods that my horse didn't leave me. Or that creatures of the night wouldn't come and eat me. That was until I saw smoke not far from me. Taking a risk I decided to ride all the way there pushing through the fatigue.I finally reach the fire, and it turns out to be a little shack. Next to it is a ho
Entering the tavern, the prattle falling dead silent. I would have sent a messenger boy, but there is no time for that, I went back to the head guard, also the first elf to be let into the kingdom, Hazel."Good-noon, King Levi." She says with a bow, tucking her firey; coral-colored; curly hair behind her pointed ear. "Ah, but it is already past noon, dear Red," I respond, with a sly grin.I found Hazel in the dungeons not long after I took over the throne. She'd also been trying to remove my father from his royal position. He didn't like that, or her race, and had imprisoned her, about to behead her as well. She was ill-fed and on her last legs.She was the only one willing to stand up against that horrible man. I had appointed her as head guard, as a reward. Doing all that after instructing the doctor to get back to optimal health. She smiles back at me, "What brings you here my king?" She asks, her eyebrows slightly furrowed."You are my most loya
I wonder what she would possibly want from me. Would she kick me out if I didn't have any coins? Would she maybe make me work? I knew how to do mundane, village tasks, however, I hadn't done it in over a few years. I'm not sure if I could still do it. Before I could say anything she beat me to it. Shaking her head as she said, "I have been alone in these woods for quite some time now. As a practicer of the magical arts, I have a lot of knowledge. Your payment is merely for you to let me share my findings with you." She said with a hopeful smile. My heart melted, she is lonely. I gave her a big smile, "Of course, it would be my pleasure." Her eyes sparkled with excitement and oddly, anticipation and foresight? I must be imagining it. "I don't have any children and no one else lives in these woods besides the indigenous people. So I have no one to carry on all my information." Aphy says in an almost sombre voice. "Now let's get you a different dress, yeah?"
We both jumped at looked at the door in shock, the king standing there. Let's hope this dress disguises me enough. I bow my head slightly and say, "King Leanardo." I say, also bowing respectfully. I had only met him twice before, he wasn't even at our wedding. He raised his eyebrow, "You shall not speak unless you are addressed, peasant." A big sigh of relief built up in my throat but I couldn't release it. So I simply breathe out a small breath. Glad that he sees me as a peasant and not a royal. Unlike Aphy had noticed first about me. I couldn't help but look up at his face for a glance. He looked middle-aged and tired. Wrinkles and dark bags under his eyes. I could tell that he's been under heavy pressure. He was about to yell at me for looking up at him. Levi had told me that looking a person of authority in the eyes would show a sign of dissrapect. Yet before he did, his eyebrow raised. "Not that pig-like of a peasant than the rest of them. I could de
Levin and I continued through the woods. Our horses' clopping and the gentle chorus of birds chirping being background noise to Levin's rambling about. His exact words were and I quote, "The most advantageously scrumptious pastry that was ever to delicately enchant his taste buds."I chuckle, realizing the idiocy of the conversation taking into account our statuses. even the journey we're on now. I cut off his sentence by saying, "Really Levin, you are second in charge of one of the strongest kingdom if not the strongest and this is the stories you tell?" I say sarcastically as a rhetorical question.He huffs and says, "If we're the so-called strongest kingdom how did the queen escape after one night as the queen? Not to mention there's a war threatening because the neighboring kingdom sees this as Nothmere weakening? As well as the fact that the guards simply let her leave?" He says smartly, I can see the smug look on his face."According to them, you've
His medium-length; wavy; black hair flows through the wind. Slight sweat droplets coating his forehead, along with his chest. His black stallion's hooves hit the ground hard as he gallops around in the forest. You can hear and feel the heavy thump of his powerful feet. His black button-up's first three buttons are undone, showing off his drenched; muscular chest. He notices the other group of horses coming his way and shoots the young lady a flirty wink making her cheeks coat red. He then slows down and comes to a stop in front of the two and climbs down his horse. The other person than the young lady, a guard snorts at her blushing. The younger--but still an adult woman merely gave a dismissive hand wave at him. The man makes his way over to the damsel. Softly taking the young lady's hand and kissing each knuckle. "What is a fine lady like you doing on the outskirts of town?" He asks, his voice is rough; rasp; ravenous; voice. The point is his voice was
Before I can say anything to my queen a hand reaches out and grabs her. My dear is shocked out of her gaze. Kathleen enters back into reality as she and an unknown woman run back into the woods. My heart clenches at the fact that she has to leave my side, or that she might be in danger. I can only hope that Levin stops her and protects her.I am then escorted, or rather shoved and pushed, into the tent and forced into a seat across from Leon. "Your guards are quite aggressive, they sure can be glad I'm here to make peace. I wasn't I'd have just slaughtered them," I say in a low chuckle, a slight threat hidden in my voice. I began, saying it as if it was nothing."So peace is what you're here for? Not to catch up with an old friend?" He asks in a joking tone with a chuckle. I laugh with him until I abruptly stop, turning serious. Causing him to look at me questioningly. "You stopped being a friend when you crossed my borders with thousands of men as a threat," I s