“Be careful your majesty.”
“Rowan, you should know by now, that caution isn’t my thing,” Philip slid off his horse, staring into the dark cave ahead of them. He turned to look at his men, he could tell they were nervous.
It was only natural because this cave happened to harbor a wizard. “Be brave lads, if your king can do it, then so can you.”
Windsor sighed and shook his head, following Phillip’s lead. “Your majesty, may I just remind you that entering a cave is begging to get yourself injured, or worse...?”
“I made a promise to Geneva, I intend on keeping it. I will find her,” Philip said as he took a step forward. He was about to take another into the cave.
“Your majesty.”
“What is it now!?”
“How do you expect to see in the cave without a torch?” Rowan pulled out the wooden sticks
and walked towards him.
“I knew that,” Philip said. “I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
“Of course, you were,” Rowan took a step forward with a flint. He scraped it against the rock a few times, allowing his torch to light on fire. He handed it to the king before he lit his own torch. They started to walk inside the cave, making sure to watch their footing.
Philip stopped as he saw a fire with an old man sitting near it. He turned to Rowan. “Torches huh?”
Rowan shrugged. “Couldn’t see the fire from inside.”
Philip took another step forward. “Excuse me, do you know who I am?”
“Indeed,” The man lifted his cloak, revealing his cracked-scaly skin. He had dark eyes. “Forgive my appearance. I am trying to undo a curse...”
“Ah, well, you cannot help appearances when it comes to curses, can you?” Philip said.The wizard nodded. He ran his fingers through the fire. “Take a seat,” he motioned to the stools.
Philip sat down hesitantly. He stared at Windsor who stood in the corner, watching. Then returned his attention to the wizard.
“What is it you seek, Your Majesty?”
“Don’t you have a price?”
“What price are you willing to pay?”
“For her…. anything,” Philip said.
“Ah, you seek for love,” the wizard laughed. “Don’t all noblemen? A fine young lady comes along, and a man would burn the world for her. Until she fades, grows old, and he finds a new lady to burn the world for.”
“I made a promise, I am not like those noblemen you speak of.”
“Which is exactly why I will grant you your wish.”
“For what price?”
“That is up to me to decide,” the wizard said. “After all, you are willing to pay any price?”
Philip nodded. Windsor raised his brow. “Your majesty, if he asks for your kingdom.”
“I am not interested in politics,” the wizard waved him off.
“I will do anything for her,” Philip said. “Just bring her back to me.”
The wizard laughed again. “Real love is fascinating.” He stood up and walked around the fire. “Who is she?”
“Geneva...her name is Geneva.”
“And what of her noble family?”
smoke…”
“Do you have something of value to her?” he asked.
Philip reached out in his pocket and pulled out a small ring. “This was hers, she left it at the castle in fear of losing it.”
The wizard took it and twirled it in his fingers. The fire crackled. “I’m telling you in advance, I will return her to you, but I cannot guarantee her physical state, her mind, or anything else...That part will be up to you.”
Philip nodded. He watched as the wizard started chanting.
The fire turned white and Philip took a step back. The wizard tossed the ring into the fire. Philip closed his eyes, and it grew quiet. When he opened them, he saw the wizard sitting on the stool again.
“Where is she?”
“Patience King, magic takes time,” the wizard spoke. “It may take a day, or it may take a year...She will arrive in the most unexpected of ways, but she will return to you - you have my word. I will remain here for a year. You can come to kill me if she does not return.”
Philip nodded, he looked to Rowan, who was still staring at the wizard with a troubled expression. Rowan and Windsor waited for Phillip to leave first, and then followed suit.
His men were sitting there expectantly.
“We make for the castle,” Philip said. “Hopefully, our queen will return to us soon.”
Grace scooped a big chunk of mint ice-cream as she sat outside with Gwen. They had walked to the convenience store and back. Tim was nowhere to be found when they returned. Grace teared up, “I can’t believe it… He’s actually gone…he didn’t care.” “Maybe it’s for the better,” said Gwen. “Come on, let’s finish our ice cream.” Grace pulled a face; the cold made her brain ache. Even ice cream had a limit for happiness.She was so miserable right now. Her day had gone amazingly well, only for her to lose the one relationship she had hoped would last. “What happened to the prince charmings we always talked about when we are young?” Grace muttered. She shoved her spoon back into the container. “I keep thinking of the play that we’re supporting, about happily ever after, and I wonder if I will ever have that...” “Wait, you didn’t seriously think that you and Tim were meant to be?”
“Geneva?” Grace frowned. “My name is Grace…” The man took a step towards her, then another and another. Before she knew it, he wrapped her into a tight hug. “You’re here!”“Erm…” Grace frowned. She pushed against him and he immediately let go. He took a step back, looking slightly puzzled. “Sorry, erm… Look, I’m okay with hugs…generally, as a greeting and stuff but…Do I know you?”The man straightened up slightly, gauging the group’s reactions. “Do you…do you not know me? “Eh, no…” Grace whispered. “Am I supposed to? … “The wizard did comment that she might not be in the right state of mind.” Grace looked at the man who said it. He had a dark and intense stare. It was intimidating, but when he looked at her, his expression softened.Graced turned to the blo
Philip could barely contain his excitement. She was really here. Right in front of him after all this time. It has been agonizingly long. As Grace took his hand, he could not help but smile. He was making sure to restrain himself. If she had no memories, then he would treat her gently. He learned that the hard way, many years ago when a witch had wiped all of Geneva’s memories.He remembered that he chased her into the sunflower fields. She saw him and took off like a frightened deer. She had thought that he was trying to punish her for her father’s debt, and he tried explaining the situation to her rather unsuccessfully.“Geneva! It’s me!” Philip took a couple of steps toward her. She was out of breath and stumbling back. “I would never hurt you.” “You, I don’t know you! Who are you?”
Grace sat on the edge of the cot. She was starting to feel overwhelmed by the events of the day. She leaned over and rubbed her eyes. “Wake up, wake up, wake up.” She dropped her hands to her lap. She had tried many different things like pinching and slapping herself, none of which have worked so far. She thought of Gwen, and how scared she must be, even though she would love the idea of Alloria itself.She laid down on the cot and stared at the top of the tent. The men were chattering amongst themselves outside. It was somewhat soothing but she could not get over how awkward she felt when she was around them. Although they were not supposed to exist, she felt like the odd one out. She considered that someone could have knocked her out, dragged her here, and they were all just a bunch of freaks cosplaying, but some things didn’t add up.She definitely saw fairies, and most certainly felt the ground shake with minitour storming towards her. She felt like it was real, even though she d
Grace clung to her horse as they galloped across the fields. When they came upon the village, Grace could barely believe her eyes, but there it was, three creatures with an uglier disposition than she could ever have imagined. They slowed down for a moment. “Your orders, Sire?” Rowan asked. “We target them one at a time. The trolls are dispersed, if one targets you and you are on your own, you run.” “Yes sir,” they answered together. “Grace-” “Sir.” Grace stumbled over her words, realizing t
“Your Highness-” “Please don’t call me that,” Philip glanced at Geneva. “Please,” he pleaded. Geneva took a deep breath. “It’s never going to happen. You and I both know that we are not destined to be together. You will marry some princess from far away land, for the sake of the kingdom.” “No, we can work this out,” Philip slammed the bars of the jail. Geneva had been locked inside, she had been charged with theft and treason. He knew that none of it was true, but his father used every means necessary to end their relationship. “I swear to you, I will find you a way out.” “It’s okay…it’s really okay,” Geneva took a step cl
Grace’s stiff legs made her more painfully aware of the possibility that this world was actually real. She was trying to hide her growing panic by shifting on the horse and keeping her face hidden with her hair. Her mouth became dry as her thoughts started to spin. What if there was no way back? What if she was trapped here forever? What would have happened if the minotaur or the troll had gotten to her faster? Would she really have drowned in that lake?Her heartbeat picked up and she tried to control her breathing before it could get out of hand. Now was not the time for a panic attack. She looked down at the necklace, trying to focus on something else. The tooth had a different likeness than any animal’ on earth. It looked like a crystal that had been shaved down, with fine white lines running from the top to the end. She wondered how it had come into the King’s possession. There were many things she wondered about the King.He seemed to be infatuated with her, believing she is Gen
Grace was stunned by the sight of the city from afar, but it only continued to exceed her expectations as the buildings got closer. This is what a person would describe as paradise, she thought. The sound of the horses’ hooves clattering against the roads drew many spectators' attention, as they watched from their windows or came out of their homes to see their knights return. A group of children also waved at her, and she smiled, waving back.As they left the outskirts of the city and approached the central streets in the marketplace, they saw large crowds of people from every age, gender and race, conducting their daily business. The soldiers stationed there, cleared a path for their party to pass through, and it felt like she was starring in a movie. However, none of the movies could quite compare to this, everything seemed brighter and better here – even the vast blue sky.Grace watched as Philip led the way to the palace at the top of the hill. There were great golden statues of
Grace was walking in one of the corridors. She was still smiling as she kept thinking about Philip. It was strange, being in his company. She kept thinking back about her boyfriend. And how in one morning, Philip had gone well and beyond with his efforts.She stopped for a second, giving it a good thought. It was odd, how Philip even brushed a branch away from her face came to her as a surprise. However, he seemed to do it so automatically, as if he didn’t even have to second guess his actions.All she knew was that Philip and Tim were worlds different. Perhaps it made sense as she was in an entirely different world. Or perhaps she realized now, that the way Tim was treating her all along, was perhaps not the right way at all.Thinking about it, Gwen might have had a very valid point. She sighed as she kept on walking. She did not want to think about it too much, and yet that did not stop her mind from going over and over about her interaction and time with Philip that morning. She wa
Kara knew that Philip had cleared his entire schedule to spend the day with Geneva - or Grace - whichever name she went by. She was ecstatic for her brother, but she could see it was taking a toll on him, trying to win her over every time she reappeared in his life. Fortunately, it seemed like he was making progress, which renewed his hope for their relationship to blossom. She was confident that everything would work out between them, and she was determined to support them both, as a friend and a sibling.She didn’t have entirely selfless reasons to help their relationship, try as she might. She was rooting for Phillip to win her over again because the focus of the last few years has been on rescuing Geneva, which has hindered her advances with Rowan. But now that Geneva was back, Rowan was far less tense and much more open to casual conversation than before. Rowan had burdened himself to search for Geneva relentlessly because he felt responsible for losing her, even though there was
As they continued their stroll along the pebbled path, Grace’s foot struck a stone and the momentum propelled her forward. She nearly fell but she balanced herself with her arms just in time. When she looked to the side, Phillip was wide-eyed with his arm out ready to catch her. It was hard not to laugh at his surprised expression, but she was internally cringing at her clumsiness once again. “Do you have a pair of wooden legs on you?” “No…no, I was just…I walk funny sometimes.” “Oh, really? So that wasn’t you tripping? That was just you, walking funny?” Philip asked raising his brows.
Grace refused to leave her room. She was trying to save face from the embarrassment of her actions last night. She knew it was petty to blame Rowan, because he was only trying to protect her, but her pride was severely bruised and his bad attitude made it easier to continue being stubborn.Grace walked to the large framed windows when there was a knock on the door. She frowned. “Leave me be... please.” The door opened regardless of her protest, and Grace straightened as she saw Philip through the gap. He was looking away when he asked, “Are you decent?” “Yes, but still…”Philip walked through the door, and she noticed he had a rose in his hand. “For you,” he offered the flower.
Grace knew what she was doing wasn’t the best idea, but curiosity and panic were building up inside of her, and she needed an outlet. She couldn’t stay in her room anymore, it felt like the walls were closing in on her after that dinner. It was relatively easy to sneak out of the castle unnoticed. No one was expecting her to be awake after their journey. She knew she would be able to make her way back, and she hoped she would not get into too much trouble if she was caught.When she reached the city market, bells started ringing in the distance. Some soldiers rushed past her to find out what the emergency was at the palace, while the remaining soldiers became more vigilant for any suspicious behavior.Grace became distressed by the business of the streets, the shouts of the soldiers, and her spiraling thoughts. Was there a sure way home that didn’t involve taking a gamble with the petals in the garden? Or should she risk touching them? What if it didn’t work? What if leaving the palac
“Look at the time,” Kara stared at the sky. “Dinner should be served soon, and I heard you had an express invitation from the king.” “Alone?” Grace asked. “No, I will be there, the guards will join us, Rowan, as well, and Windsor I’m afraid.” “That’s a relief,” Grace said. “He’s a perfect gentleman if that is what you are concerned about,” Kara said. Grace nodded and followed her through the castle. Every room was unique in some way, but they all blended together seamlessly. The high ceilings and detailed embellishments on the walls and furniture did justice to the exterior of the palace. There were also many more statues, plated with gold, positio
Grace was stunned by the sight of the city from afar, but it only continued to exceed her expectations as the buildings got closer. This is what a person would describe as paradise, she thought. The sound of the horses’ hooves clattering against the roads drew many spectators' attention, as they watched from their windows or came out of their homes to see their knights return. A group of children also waved at her, and she smiled, waving back.As they left the outskirts of the city and approached the central streets in the marketplace, they saw large crowds of people from every age, gender and race, conducting their daily business. The soldiers stationed there, cleared a path for their party to pass through, and it felt like she was starring in a movie. However, none of the movies could quite compare to this, everything seemed brighter and better here – even the vast blue sky.Grace watched as Philip led the way to the palace at the top of the hill. There were great golden statues of
Grace’s stiff legs made her more painfully aware of the possibility that this world was actually real. She was trying to hide her growing panic by shifting on the horse and keeping her face hidden with her hair. Her mouth became dry as her thoughts started to spin. What if there was no way back? What if she was trapped here forever? What would have happened if the minotaur or the troll had gotten to her faster? Would she really have drowned in that lake?Her heartbeat picked up and she tried to control her breathing before it could get out of hand. Now was not the time for a panic attack. She looked down at the necklace, trying to focus on something else. The tooth had a different likeness than any animal’ on earth. It looked like a crystal that had been shaved down, with fine white lines running from the top to the end. She wondered how it had come into the King’s possession. There were many things she wondered about the King.He seemed to be infatuated with her, believing she is Gen
“Your Highness-” “Please don’t call me that,” Philip glanced at Geneva. “Please,” he pleaded. Geneva took a deep breath. “It’s never going to happen. You and I both know that we are not destined to be together. You will marry some princess from far away land, for the sake of the kingdom.” “No, we can work this out,” Philip slammed the bars of the jail. Geneva had been locked inside, she had been charged with theft and treason. He knew that none of it was true, but his father used every means necessary to end their relationship. “I swear to you, I will find you a way out.” “It’s okay…it’s really okay,” Geneva took a step cl