Sometimes, Lucas is just a pussy cat. Scary and jumpy. 😂
She was pacing slowly inside her chambers again. I could only catch a glimpse from the small slit in the door, pretending to stand guard like usual, eyes forward and unmoving. But I’d memorized her movements well enough by now. The way her hands often hovered near her waist these days. How she always looked a little tired after standing too long. How her appetite came and went depending on the hour.We hadn’t spoken much since the king’s summon two days ago. Not because something had gone wrong, but because she had returned quieter. Unharmed, but drained. I didn’t ask what happened. She didn’t say. But I knew something had shifted.Today felt... different. She had come to the door once, handed me a small scroll to give to one of the maids, and then lingered longer than usual before returning inside. I didn’t follow. I couldn’t. But when I glanced down, I saw the faintest look of hesitation on her face. As if she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how. Or if she should.When the a
After that day, she was even more careful. A spark of happiness had been ignited inside her. She was even more careful and considerate, but she bloomed like a flower in the spring. My own happiness felt like catching up as she thrived on.She still hesitated and was careful about a lot of things, but she also breathed fresh air and smiled more. I got her fruits and seeds and sometimes those pretty flowers that screamed her name. She accepted them gracefully, a silent token of our unspoken relationship.That was one perimeter we had not discovered.Naming what we were.Friends definitely.But they don’t steal glances, soft smiles and have the irresistible urge to protect and love someone.But I do. I don’t know if she does, but I sure do. And I think in her own way, she protects and cares for me.A knock brought me out of my reverie and I quickly put my guard face on. “What?” I ask the soldier who stands there with a scroll in his hand.“This is for the lady.”Lady. That is what her ti
Days passed in blur, and honestly the weather turned gloomier. Rains fed the kingdom, bringing the tears of heaven to the people of the earth. The clouds loomed making days look darker and nights look scarier. The crops grew greener while the people grew moodier. Well, not everyone was a fan of the rains. Luckily it didn’t snow that much here unlike the outer parts of the kingdom.But there was one ray of sunshine and that was the Queen. For me there was and there will always be one Queen.Queen Seraphina.Colors and blood returned to her face. She looked much better than the pale ghostly face that took over her features over the past few months.She was still quite weak, moving slowly and carefully. She would flinch due to the thunder and lightning, making m
“What is it Caelan?” She asked me, as I fidgeted on my feet, trying to properly frame my question.“How did you know I wanted to ask something?” I asked, surprised by her observation. She usually shut herself off from the world, not indulging in anything.“The usual calm and composed soldier seemed disturbed.” She spoke with a smile.I chuckled. “I thought you wouldn’t notice.” I spoke truthfully.“Even though I thought so, I did.” She said, making me happy. Her simple words undid something in me. Maybe this wasn’t bad. She was coping well.“You never made friends here?” I asked. A queen had a lot of ladies in waiting. Given a kingdom like this, the palace was huge. And she must have had someone by her side.She took a deep breath.“People make friends for what you have, not who you are.” She spoke, her voice laced with bitterness. “Forgive me Your Majesty. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I spoke quickly, seeing her so crumbled.“I am already hurt Caelan, nothing can hurt me more.” She wh
No one bothered about this queen, but I did. And since then I have seen the difference. Thanks to the knowledge I gained from my aunt, I was able to help her. And I was even grateful for the fact that she trusted me. Trusted me so much that she would accept whatever I got for her. Fruits, simple cooked meals, small dosages of the drinks she was supposed to have to nourish herself, she accepted everything with grace and gratefulness.A touch of pink returned to her cheeks, and though her eyes were still shadowed with sleeplessness, she no longer walked tiredly, as she used to. Maybe it was the life inside her that slowly brought life back to her eyes. We didn’t speak of the pregnancy aloud beyond those quiet moments. The court didn’t know. The King certainly didn’t. And I had no intention of being the reason he found out.But every once in a while, when I walked beside her in the garden or delivered her tea in the mornings, I would ask how she felt.She’d nod, a soft murmur of, “Still
The next two days, there was no news from her at all. She stayed in her chambers, silent and unmoved. I willed myself not to disturb her privacy and check on her.She emerged out of her chambers the third day.I followed her into the garden she frequented. She sat down carefully, her palm nesting against her stomach.“I am pregnant, Caelan.” She muttered, taking her own time to process it.“Congratulations Your Majesty.” I didn’t know if I was happy for her or sad. She being pregnant means that she was confined to stay within the walls of this haunted palace, constantly forcing herself to do everything she was unwilling.But my heart also ached for the mother who had lost her children. Not once.