“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 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