After spending some time getting chewed out by the infirmary nurse, I finally found myself back in my room. The sun was well beyond set behind the distant mountains now, signaling the day was finally over. Fatigue had washed over me, but I wasn’t quite ready for bed yet. I found myself settling into the bath that I requested be set up. Steam rose slowly and sluggishly from the clean and crisp water. Lavender scented candles had been lit around the rim of the bathtub, giving off a calming aroma. I sighed with relief as the warm water lapped at my aching body. The heat working at the hard tense muscles that formed over the course of the day.
What would my life be like without my bathtub? I would truly be lost. The only issue I had with my bath, was that it gave me time to reflect. Now I had to face my reality with Nicklos. It was true that seeing him today made me realize how much I did miss him. Regardless of how our relationship turned out, he was still my trusted best friend. At first, he was the only Knight in training that saw how good I was with a sword. Then he became someone I could rely on and talk to, even if it were not about training. I grew closer to him as the year went by and finally, we started to secretly court.
I guess since neither one of us stated anything about breaking off the secret courtship, it was still official. Father couldn’t really complain since after all, he was a Prince. Having a suitor aside, now I had to focus on getting everyone else here safe and sound. Those bandits would return, whether it be in larger numbers or a small few. There was no rhyme or reason for what they did, and that always made dealing with bandits dangerous. I just hoped that we could find their den soon and diminish what was left of those rotten bastards. The last thing I needed was my Kingdom falling apart because of some stupid group of thieves. If we couldn’t even take care of some low life thugs, could we really call ourselves the Royal Guards?
There came a small knock on my bathroom door. Carefully I pulled a clean and dry towel from the side of the pool and covered my body with it before hollering them to enter. I had a curtain that hung from the ceiling that hid the pool from the doorway, but I would have felt better being covered than not regardless. I heard the door slowly creak open and then shut as a pair of footsteps entered the door. The newcomer awkwardly cleared their throat. I smiled at myself, knowing that it was the General who dared to enter my room.
“You know it calls for execution for you to enter a woman’s room alone, General.” I said teasingly. There was a nervous chuckle from behind the curtain in response. Joking aside, there had to have been a reason for his intrusion. “You wouldn’t come here if you didn’t have a reason. So please, state your business.” I tried not to sound bossy, but I was really enjoying my bath until he came in. The General cleared his throat again.
“I really do apologize my lady. I know you are supposed to be relaxing but another Royal Carriage is on it’s way in and we have been addressed to escort it to the Palace.” I gave a long sigh and let my head fall back on the granite flooring. What was more dangerous than a group of bandits during the day, was a group of bandits at night. I could already come up with a million reasons why this was a terrible idea, but it was my duty nonetheless to escort them to safety. I just had to pray that there were not any bandits roaming around at this minute. We normally never got cargo in during the night any way, so the chances of an ambush where slim.
“Very well General, wait for me outside my room and we will head down together. I will only be a minute.” I listened to the scuffling of the General’s feet before pulling myself out of the bathtub. Water rushed off my body and towel as I sat with my feet still tucked into the bathtub. I was already starting to miss the feel of the heat as I grabbed a dry towel and started to dry off my body. With my skin now dry, I started to dawn on my new Knight clothes. A button-down shirt with white slacks. All the seems were hemmed with golden thread. I placed my cloak over my shoulders, making sure that the golden rope sat off my shoulder. The weight of the rope alone was enough to make my wound throb. I didn’t want to add any other unnecessary pressure to the agitated stitching.
I pulled my white boots on and looked at myself in the mirror. I pulled my black long locks into a tight ponytail atop of my head. A few loose strands fell from the hold and fell against my face, framing it. I stood tall and proud despite the altercations I faced today. I could feel my mother’s appraisal even beyond the grave. Even the small thought of her caused my heart to ache. I was a spitting image of my mother. Long black hair, dark forest green eyes, small, rounded nose. Everything I had was identical to her. Even for a split second, I thought I was looking at my mother and not myself. I took pride in her looks, because she was the greatest Queen that had ever ruled over Celestia. She was always calm and collected, but stern when she needed to be. She squashed squabbling Kingdoms with nothing more than her words and saved lots of suffering and heart ache. She was revered as a merciful Queen and was always placed on a high pedestal. I only wished I could be half the woman she was.
Taking a last glance in the mirror, I headed out the door and through my bedroom. Opening my door, the General stood at the ready. With my door closed tight behind me, we walked together in silence. The air felt different from earlier, like there was something between us that was unspoken. So, I casually nudged the General and he glanced down at me questioningly.
“Why do I feel like you are hiding something from me. You are normally so awfully chatty.” There was no laughter this time. There was no witty comeback or any sign of humor as he sighed bitterly and let his shoulders slightly sag. There was a look of utter defeat upon his face as he stared ahead and continued walking.
“I saw you with his Majesty today out in the corridor. I knew you two where close in the past, but I never realized that you two where intimate.” I groaned angrily and shook my head. I was afraid someone would have caught us, but I didn’t think it would have been so soon. I wasn’t fully understanding where his bitterness stemmed from, but I knew that he was an old man with a dad like complex. He was going to be overprotective of me regardless of my feelings of the situation.
“You are my most trusted friend and ally, General. So, I would appreciate it if you would keep this quiet and between us.” The General nodded his head once and I gave him a small smile. “It’s true that we are courting. We have been since before graduation. That was why I was so angry when he stopped communicating with me. We haven’t talked anything out yet, but I do plan on hearing him out. After all I did promise him, I would wait for him.” I said grudgingly. The General’s face lit up in amusement before clapping my on my good shoulder.
“Well, if at any time, you want me to break his knees I will without hesitation.” He said, the joking part of him returning. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my mouth with his promise. “But you should still tell your father. After all he will ease up on you about having a suitor. If you can’t come clean about it soon, I have been told he already has an arranged marriage set up.” I sighed disgruntled and nodded my head. An arranged marriage is something that should have been done a long time ago already. But now it seems like he was getting impatient and was starting to tire waiting for me to find a husband. Giving me this much time already was a blessing, so I shouldn’t waste it right?
“When I figure things out with Nicklos I will. I haven’t been able to talk things out yet, and right now my main concern is getting all of the possible suitors for my sister here safe and sound.” The General nodded his head with approval. All the Royals and High Nobles would come first before I could find time for myself. And even still I was tasked with getting rid of the Bandits as well, so who knows when I would be able to find a proper time to sit down with both and have a proper conversation?
“I respect the love you have for your Kingdom your Majesty. I think you will make a fine Queen one day. I just hope I am around long enough to see your coronation.” There was no teasing in his tone this time, just sincerity. I hoped he was around long enough too. Honestly, I wouldn’t even know who to appoint as the next General if something where to happen to him. I guess I should really start paying attention to the soldiers’ training early in the mornings and study them. No one could replace the General’s skill and loyalty to the throne, but nothing lasts forever.
“Alliah, come with me?” My eyes opened slowly in the darkness of the barracks, a light hand shaking me awake as I slowly came to my senses. Was there something wrong? What was happening? I quickly sat up in bed, grabbing my sword that sat on the floor beside me in the process. Could there possibly be another skirmish on the borders? “What’s going on? Are we in danger? Why isn’t anyone else awake?” I felt the panic rise in my chest as I watched all the dark lumps sleeping in the warn white cots. They where all lined in small, neat rows in a large room. I heard a small chuckle in the dark as a hand slowly traced the top of my shoulder to where my hand rested. I felt my self-tense at the presence, my hand gripping around the leather hilt of my sword. I rubbed my bleary eyes, and in the shadow of the moonlight, I could make out Nicklos’s face. Cursin
Before he confessed his feelings for me, watching the sun rise was something we did together. A secret that only we shared. It was the greatest feeling to be there in that moment with him because I knew that he would have my back. I didn’t ever have to worry about other Knights in those moments we shared. Any time I felt terrible about myself he was always there to pick me back up, dust me off, and put me on my feet. I am where I am today because he was there to help me. My one and only male supporter other than my father. I stared at the mountain, silently waiting for the sun to rise and bring my hope with it. Hope that this battle between us and the bandits would cease. Hope that I could get over my anger for Nicklos and pray that things would patch up between us. I was angry, that muc
“Did we find at lease one Bandit?” I asked shoving my sword into the ground. I pulled my gloves off my hand, rubbing the numb feeling from having gripped so tightly for so long. We had fought for so long that I thought it would never end. So many of our men and theirs laid strewn across the ground like a tornado had ripped through. Blood filled the air, tainting the once beautiful field just outside the wall. It was once a home to a family of farmers, but in its wake was a shattered house, hopes, and dreams. Even if they where to move back in here, they lost their father, and the safe feeling they once felt living there. This would no longer be thought of as a home, but rather a reminder of what they once had. Memories of a happy life they once knew. “Your Majesty we sent out a few of our scouts to trail the fleeing Bandits. They tr
I felt my back collide with a solid wall, pushing all the air out from my lungs. I gritted my teeth as a hand came across my face, a sickening smack sounding off it. Pain burst across my face from the force of the slap I received. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to push the pain from my head. Do not show weakness, do not show them you fear them. Stay strong Alliah, you can do this. A wicked laugh came from the Knight in training that had smacked me. It was almost maniacal as it resounded off the walls and falling back to my ears. In this moment I felt truly terrified because I was outnumbered and out muscled. “So, this is the Great Crowned Princess Alliah. Look at the way you cower. I can’t believe they let someone like you train to be a Knight. You are so weak it’s pathetic. Your father must be so disappointed t
It had been an entire day since I heard anything from the scouting team. But in that time frame I was able to get wounded back to the Palace, and the dead where they belong. The field constantly smelt like rotting flesh and stale blood. It was not an appealing smell, but it was getting better every time we burned a batch of bandit bodies. We did them in small piles so we wouldn’t cause a huge grass fire. We didn’t have the water supply around to be able to stop such a huge fire. So small piles where just more convenient. With the last pile burned this morning, the forest was safe from hazards for one more day. Not that there was much of a forest anyway. It was a small meadow that surrounded us. Perfectly plowed fields laid scattered about in preparation for the early spring seeding. But now with the master of the house
We trekked through the forest until we came upon the camp site of these would think bandits. It seemed quiet at this base of theirs. Small groups of mercenaries walked down the dirt path between the houses, chatting quietly while the scanned the perimeter. They seemed nervous and on edge as they glanced between each other, holding their swords down at their sides, almost like they were expecting an attack. With having scanned the surrounding area, they walked onto the porch of an old, battered home and shut the door. Something didn’t feel right. The air seemed tense and on edge. Even my skin prickled as I scanned the small, abandoned village. Dreadfort was a very historical battle sight between my father’s Kingdom, and the Kingdom that laid just North of us. This village use to be
Nothing about this meeting made any sense to me. Who was that man and his mistress that they kept talking about? Why would they go after Illia when she was just a mere Princess? She had no real power of authority besides ordering the servants around and bossing around the people of the Kingdom as well. Other than that, she couldn’t make executive decisions or even make any laws. It was out of her jurisdiction. She was basically just a trophy that my father harbored under his wing until she could find a suitor. I could understand if they where trying to kidnap her for a ransom, but they where talking about killing her. I wonder if Illia had done something wrong to anger a nearby Kingdom. It was thanks to the river that passed through our lands that we had made some enemies. It has been awhile, and it w
I could feel the exhaustion of the last few days fall over me. My body ached with every step; my head throbbed at every slight of sound. I was sleep deprived I knew that. I could feel the heavy lids of my eyes droop as I slowly walked to my father’s study. All I wanted to do now was sleep in the soft cushions of my bed. Or maybe even relax in the warmth of my tub. I just wanted all of the anxieties of the last few days to melt away. But having to address my father with the current situation was a high priority. With my sister’s safety already addressed, I was at peace with having to deal with him. Thankfully though I wasn’t alone. General Bregus strode by my side, his stance held higher than my own. His bags under his eyes where evident like myself, but he was used to the struggles of sleepless nights and battle worn fatigue. I myself was not as use to it yet.&nbs
I will skip the boring bits and just tell you what happened next. Things actually went more smoothly than what I had expected. Illia was tossed in the dungeons as soon as I arrived per my request. She did her obviously tidbits of flailing and screaming how unjust I was for arresting her without a reason. Of course, my father tried swooping in and saving the day. But with the evidence in hand about her treason to the kingdom, she was soon after locked away. I couldn't explain to you how good it felt knowing that I was uprooting the problem. That and she was a terrible human being to begin with. Uriah's father had been in tow of my father, and was then given the evidence of all of my father's wrong doings. After scanning through the documents, he went through a trial that lasted well over a year. In that year, Laylia was caught trying to sneak into the border of my kingdom and was arr
The air between all of my soldiers was heavy with silence. Almost like an invisible weight bad been placed on everyone of our shoulders. Grief hung above their heads, having lost one of our own, and learning that their was a traitor amongst us. Even as they sat on their horses, baccks straight and reigns loose in their hands, they still hung their heads. General Bregus was probably the most quiet out of all of us. He uttered not one word since we told him what had gone down the last few days. There was a strangled grunt from his lips, but he uttered no more since then. As he rode by my side, I was able to gauge his reactions. But it was hard to read him as he stared blankly into the distance. His eyes where on the horizon, but his mind had wandered into his own thoughts. It would almost seem like he had even paled a little, grieving in the silence of his own mind. I know that Micha
The breeze brushed through my hair with gentle fingers. It caressed my face and body with its cold embrace, making me shiver. Goose bumps formed on my arms, making my skin tingle against the leather I had dawned on earlier this morning. We were finally free. No longer mingling with criminals, no more stuck behind the many walls of the city, we were free. Instead of the pounding laughter of loud and drunk people, the air was filled with the thunder of horse hooves frantically trying to put distance between us and the city of criminal. The trees where giant blurs of dark and light greens as we raced through the tightly knit forest. Twigs and leaves laid snapped and torn apart under the heavy beats of our horses hooves. In our desperation to get back home, we neglected to actually hide our trail. All our hope was on them being so distracted they wouldn't know where to start l
Just as expected, the streets where lined with criminals. Their pace was slow as they crawled through the streets like timid cockroaches. I watched as the sea of people flucuated, a gentle tide coming in and evading back into the ocean. The murmurs that rose above the steady beat of feet across the stone pathway, was like a mother hushing her child back to sleep. But it came with a dark whisper of warning as they passed by. The gentle whisper of death caressed their lips as the words escaped their lips. Like a gentle chant, all I could hear was 'Laylia wants their heads.' Who else would she be talking about other than us. We single handedly walked through her walls, the comfort of her own walls, her territory. Her privacy was disrupted, and the quiet comfort of the suprise she had been building for so long was now in disarray. No longer was she able to have the upper hand in her plot to over throw my h
Whilst rubbing sleep from my eyes, I wobbled down the stairs like an infant toddler. I hadn't completely woken up yet and I don't think I was fully recovered from yesterday's endeavor. Honestly, from looking at the rest of the crew, I don't think they would agree either. On the couches laid an exhausted looking Micheal. His head was lulled to one side, mouth slightly popped open with a small sliver of drool coming out. It oozed out in a small stream of clear liquid spittle. He had somehow managed to fall asleep with his arms crossed over his chest. One of the very few men that I have met that doesn't snore like a loud fog horn. Seria had two big black and saggy bags under her eyes as she laid passed out on Micheal's lap. Her arms where crossed over each other upon his lap, making a makeshift pillow out of her own muscle and flesh. Her body was a straight as a board until you came u
When the room had finally grown silent, I decided to dare a glance over my shoulder. I could see a clear line of sight straight to Maxwell's cell. The guards instructed to watch over him, where not in my line of sight. Knowing that they wouldn't be able to see us, I moved away from Seria. She sat frozen in place, hands clenched into tight fists as she stared into space. I waved a hand in her face, trying to coax her out of her deep thoughts. But she continued to stand as still as a statue. "Seria, I'm sorry I put you in an uncomfortable spot, but your dress would have given us away. I have no intentions of harming you if that was what you where worried about." She didn't say anything as she continued to stare off into space. My frustrations where starting to grow as I tried to stir her from her thoughts, but nothing I did was working.
"I am not going to help you, so you might as well kill me already you stupid woman." Maxwell groaned angrily. You could sense the defeat in his tone as he spoke, like a man who was ready to just give up. I gingerly approached the gate door, kneeling down to his level and hoping he would recognize me. I wrapped my fingers around the cold wrought iron and giggled it slightly, testing the weakness of the gate. Unfortunately it didn't budge. "Maxwell, it's Michael. The Princess sent out a small team to rescue you. It hasn't been an easy journey, but we are here now so don't worry." I said jiggling the door once more. There was a dark and weak chuckle that radiated from Maxwell. "Don't bother Michael, I am far to weak to be escorted out safely. You would be killed because of me. Laylia that bitch has been to
How can a woman dressed in bright green clothes disappear so quickly? There was no way she could just up and vanish without a single warning. With her attire, any man would love to shove their greedy and grim covered hands all over her. Especially in this establishment. I don't know what infuriated me more, her vanishing and not telling me what she had planned, or that someone would even dare pray on her. I had to find her fast before someone else decided to grab a hold of her. How did I casually hunt for someone while my heart was racing and my panic was starting to spike. I had no doubt she could handle herself if things went sideways, but I would still rather be at her side if things did turn sour. I knew I made her mad when I vented my frustrations on her, but not enough to abandon me in a crowd full of horney men and lustful women. Soon I would be seen without
Six months I have been training for field work. I was barely even close to graduating, and now here I am. Sitting in the enemy territory with little experience on sneaking around. I wasn't the best for remaining unseen. Anytime I snuck out of the Kingdom, father would always catch me. I was even caught on the last excursion to find the bandits. It was the first time I had ever met her Majesty. I thought she would give me a verbal whipping for sneaking out on to missions before my graduation, but to my surprise she remained docile. When I offered to go along in my father's stead, I didn't think that this journey would be this perilous. I mostly just wanted to get back at Emmanuel for hurting my father. But it turned into more than that. My best friend is dead, my other friend is a traitorous, and my future Queen has her family's secret history to shoulder. Princess Alliah has become quite tired w