"Your Majesty, please reconsider your decision!"
As Morrigan and Colfre expected there was an uproar in the court as she announces her intentions to adopt Rita and make her a princess of Hymir. The ministers were all taken aback and could only plead for the reconsideration of her intentions. She watches as the ministers all look confused and surprised etched in their eyes. "Please reconsider your decision, Your Majesty." The ministers repeated as they bow their heads in front of Morrigan simultaneously as urging the queen to reconsider her decision of adopting Rita. Taking chances that the queen will be open for reasoning to the fact that her decision could change the system of Hymir as a government. But they know the queen is resolute of her decisions, that only Colfre could help them change her mind, and with him not in the hall for them to plead they know that it will be a lot harder to persuade the queen.
Morrigan sits in the m
Days and weeks passed by in a blur. The gloomy days are now welcomed by the bright sun. Brightly shining and illuminating the Kingdom of Hymir. Morrigan didn't notice how the days goes by for she had shut herself in the palace, going back and forth of her office, then teaching Rita calligraphy, and taking care of Colfre who is now recuperating well. She had not taken any rest from the state affairs and she just found herself a time to sit by the tree in the garden, reminiscing of the past how she and her sister read books or sing folklore under the tree. Despite the weather slowly getting humid, Morrigan still wears clothes of dark and dull colors, if not a striking red dress like what she was wearing as she rests by the tree. With a black bodice hugging her body, and a tunic under her bodice. Giving it an illusion of flowy sleeves that drapes her arms. The hem of her dress is not as heavy as her usual skirts. Wearing fewer petticoats made her move freely and a lot of unconstraint.
Morrigan should have expected that a day of solace means that there will be a day that problems would come knocking on her door. But she didn't expect that the problem that would arrive will be bigger than the problem she handled in the borders and it will involve the peace talks of Hymir and its neighboring kingdom. She propped her arms on the armrest of the throne as she rest her head in her hand. The guards standing in front of her watched her anxiously as they report the news that had just arrived at them. And even with them wanting to dismiss themselves due to the evident irritation that grows in the queen's face they could only stand in front of her, their foreheads trickling with cold sweats. The silence in the room is bothering them that the queen did not even want to talk nor to break it. "What happened again?" Her voice cold and laced with irritation makes the guards in front of her shake in fear. Morrigan could feel her head throbbing when the news
"My Queen, please let me go to war." Morrigan paced back in forth in the middle of her grandiose chambers. Colfre had been trying to change her mind to let him go to war and the queen seemed to be set to go against him going into war. Exasperatingly brushing her hands on her raven hair. She heaved an exasperated sigh as she whisked facing Colfre who remained standing at a safe distance from the queen. Her eyes are bloodshot and shedding with tears. Trying so hard to hold everything in but as she looks and sees Colfre standing right in front of her all of her frustrations and worries resurfaces. "Colfre can't you hear yourself? You wanted to go to war when you aren't even fully healed!" Morrigan could feel her chest tighten as her voice echoed on the tall ceilings of the room. She had already told Colfre that she does not agree with him setting off to war but the guard and the queen seemed to be adamant about letting each other know their reasons for why
Morrigan's face leaned closer to Colfre, her breath warm and minty. Her scent of lavender is like the scent of spring and home. Lingering in Colfre's senses as her hand caresses his cheeks. Colfre stiffened under her touches. His hands clenching by the door of his chambers. Keeping himself composed under Morrigan's alluring touches and sweet voice. "Promise me that you will come back alive." Morrigan's voice is hushed as her nose brushes on his skin. Sending shivers to his body, every hair in his body rising. His jaws clench. Colfre could feel his heart hammering inside of him as Morrigan's hands slowly crept on his nape and hair. The Queen's eyes look at him with worry and adoration. Combing his ginger hair with her slender fingers. She marvels at the sight of Colfre's tall stature. His broad shoulder towers over her as she feels small under his intense gazes. Colfre remained silent, letting the queen touch him. But his whole body tenses under her warm touches
Colfre stiffened as Morrigan slowly drifts to sleep. His eyes looked down at the face of the woman in his arms as he covers his eyes with his other arm. He heard her clearly, he bit his lip as a pang of guilt arises in his heart. A bitter taste rose to his mouth. "I do not deserve your affection, Morrigan." Her warmth in his arms is just reminding him of the things that he should have put in his mind since the day he decided to enlist himself as a guard in the palace. He should have reminded himself of what could be the repercussions of his actions as he let his guard down. But the woman in his arms is also a reminder that despite the growing feelings he has for her within him they are not meant to be together, their status miles apart, and their values different from each other. It might feel like she was meant to be in his arms but he knows there will come a day that they will part. He swallowed the growing lump on his throat as he pulled the woman who is fast asleep in h
"My Queen, The air is cold at night, please take care of yourself. Don't stay often on your balcony for you might catch a cold. Always drink a warm cup of tea and remind Princess Rita not to play till dusk. The situation here in the border is stabilized, neither camp made a move but we are all alert for the other camp had the upper hand in terms of the topography of the land. I hope the camellias arrived at you safely, they are lovely, aren't they? When I first laid my eyes on them by the borders I remembered you and how you love to prune your mother's beloved flowers. And how you love flowers that you are even fascinated by their language. They say that when you send a camellia to a person it means you missed them. I don't know the language of flowers but if it was true then may these camellias tell you what was left unsaid. I look forward to your reply, My Queen. May the sun a
The night is agonizingly silent, Morrigan could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Curious if the maid tending to her could hear it, and if she can she wondered what would their thoughts be. Morrigan sat in front of her vanity as her hand clutched the key pendant on the necklace Colfre gave her. Holding it close to her heart, trying to calm herself as she slowly get lost in her thoughts. Wonder why she has not heard of any news from the border. No messenger bird had come to her nor a messenger from the camps reached for her. She have not heard from Colfre for weeks and an unsettling feeling started to make her heart heavy. The maid who was combing her hair watches her, the silence inside the room unsettling anyone who comes close to the queen. The queen's reflection clearly shows how lost the queen is in her thoughts, and anyone who has eyes and ears would know who she was thinking at that moment. "Your Majesty, Master Colfre will be fine. There must have been so
The sun rises on the horizon, mighty as it has always been. The cold breeze blows across the kingdom as a new day starts. However, behind the towering walls of the palace and in the grand chamber of the queen, Morrigan shrinks by the corner of her room as she rocks herself back and forth. Comforting herself from the things that haunt her. Her eyes are bloodshot and her tears stream on her face unceasingly. "He will be fine. He will come back alive," she muttered under her breath with her eyes wide in fear. Dark circles grew under her eyes as her long raven hair disheveled. Insanity is visible in her eyes. Like a ghastly lady hugging herself in a corner of the room that is enough to fit ten families from the border. Morrigan seemed to be so small in her room, however, she could feel how the cloud of fear grows within her. Making the room feel like it was smaller than it was. Her dreams haunt her, the way Colfre remained motionless in the middle of the rub
I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day. For vengeance clouded my reasonings, I have killed my uncle who had been struggling with me through the race to power. Killed a foreign prince that caused havoc and war to the nation, making hundreds if not thousands of mighty soldiers died on the battlefield. Kept the secret of me having a child out of wedlock, that in the end died prematurely even before I was proclaimed the mother of the nations. Accused wrongly of the ministers that tried to support and help me regain the grace of the kingdom. And killed the man that I loved for my whole life, the man that I have been looking for years o
The night is cold, the moon is bright. The palace halls are silent and only the howling of the winds at the night could be heard. The soft glow of the moon illuminated the palace halls. Basked in the luminous glow of the moon the palace marble floor glistened like a rare gem. Morrigan looks out of the window as she gulped the last of her glass of wine. Holding the locket that she wears close to her heart. “The sky is clear, my lover. Have you been waiting for me?” She whispers as she gazes at the clear night sky. She smiled as she put the crystalline goblet she uses on the table before her. Her bare foot touched the cold marble floor. “I’ve also waited for this day to come.” Her steps are light as a feather, her graceful strides bless the pristine marble floor. Her shadow was like a ghost floating along with her gracefu
The mellow and comforting sound of a music box reverberated around the palace’s gardens. As the camellias bloom in beautiful bloom and the soft glow of the breaking dawn approaches with golden rays kissing the fragile flowers in the garden. The morning dew cascaded down the luscious foliage around the place. However, in the middle of the gardens the contrast of a woman clad in black, wandering around the garden as she walks by the patches of grass with her barefoot. Humming along with the sound coming from the music box from the locket that’s laying down peacefully on a velvet pillow on a finely crafted case sheltering the meticulously made locket, besides it was a necklace with a key pendant. The wind howls and caresses her body, a black curtain of hair sways along with the wind as the soft and warm rays of the sun touch her delicate skin. “There you are, I have been looking for you.” Morrigan whisked her gaze to the voice that caught her attention. Their eyes looked
“As for the Queen’s order, the late Lord Toiba who remained as a loyal confidant of the royal family till the end of his life was to be freed from his sins for the Queen proved that he had served the royal family with all his might. Freeing him from the sins he had been accused of leading to his very execution. The House of Toiba could rise and join the society once again along with their distant relatives. However deception is a capital crime, Colum Toiba, the son of the late Minister and Lord Toiba and the current Head of the noble family of Toiba deceived the Queen by giving birth to a fraudulent identity behind the name Colfre. Sowing discord and hate, as he carefully machinates his hidden agenda, and eventually betraying the Queen, threatening her life with his very sword. Humiliating and putting Her Majesty’s life in line proved him guilty of his sins, and his execution will follow by the Queen’s orders. By the pardon of the late Lord Toiba, the Queen gives honor to the f
Morrigan could not feel anything but her aching heart. Her mind was muddled with devastation and betrayal. The hall that was packed with joyous celebration and cheers earlier is like an ice-cold desert, with only her and the guards around her as Colfre stood in front of her. Looking at her with the same hazel eyes she fell in love, but this time the warmth she could feel when she gazes at his eyes was nowhere to be found. All that there is a cold and ruthless gaze, a gaze that will never bow down to anyone. A smug smile grows on his lips as he bends down in front of Morrigan. Morrigan bit the insides of her cheeks as she watch the man in front of her, gone were the soft and gentle gaze from Colfre’s eyes, instead he turned to be the cold Colum Toiba whom he revealed he was. Morrigan’s mind and the heart do not correspond with each other. Her mind wanted answers, but her heart was afraid of the answers he might give her. It was the fear of uncertainty, her mind is in haywire. Her lip
As dawn comes in the Kingdom of Hymir, the people started to bustle the streets, street performers dance gracefully in colorful dresses. Teahouses flocked with tourists and locals alike, ecstatic to hear the romance that had been told for weeks by esteemed storytellers. With the pavements of the streets near the palace flooding with flowers offered by the citizens, from camellias, roses, tulips, to stargazers that were brought by the tourists, offered to the queen as they celebrate with her for another year given to her by Fiachra. The festivity in the streets was in equal terms of the nobles inside the palace, as coaches line the front of the palace gates, with esteemed diplomats and nobles presenting their invitations in their fine tailored dresses and suits, with their lavish gifts for the Queen of Hymir, and their wishes for her reign's longevity. And as the bustling streets and the palace halls were filled
Clouded with thoughts that left her scarred throughout her youth, Morrigan couldn’t help but shake in fear as the images of her family being devoured by walls of flames flashed back in her mind. Just the thought that someone is plotting against the royal family is enough to bring the slumbering fear within her. Everything came rushing back, the pain, the agony, the grief, and the betrayal. The very same feelings she tried to bury down at the back of her mind came backstabbing her with just a single parchment. She wondered if what she did on her coronation was not enough to warn people of what she could do for people who dared act treacherous against the royal family or did she put her guard down so much that they found her vulnerable. Morrigan’s nails dug on her palm, enough to make her knuckles white. The growing fear within her is not just for herself but for the people dear to her, for Colfre and Rita. She already lost enough and the though
Morrigan and Colfre walked by the long hallway of the palace hand-in-hand. The sun’s golden hues glowing by the window touching the pristine marble floor of the grand abode in the heart of the capital of Hymir. Fresh calla lilies and camellias are displayed by the walls just beneath the golden sconces on the wall. Vases made from fine porcelains that hold the simple yet elegant floral arrangements make the hall look even livelier than before. Now gone of the gloomy and eerie aura of the hallway that once reverberated the cries and agony of the queen. Now it was enveloped with images that reflect the joyous occasion that is coming. A few days from now Morrigan will celebrate her birthday with another joyous occasion of her announcing her betrothal to Colfre. Morrigan looked around the hall, letting herself drown by the comfortable ambiance of the place. “When I was young, I remember this hallway was adorned with gold and freshly picked red roses. It smelled hea
The palace is bustling with maids and guards running around the long palace halls. Maids run around with vases of white camellias on their arms, and guards training for the security of the palace. Everyone is busy as the day of the queen's birthday approaches. With a celebration not just of the queen's birthday but also the day where the queen will announce her other intentions and plans for the kingdom. With news spreading around the kingdom that the queen is now finally settling herself down as she found the person who she will entrust her whole life with. The whole palace turned into the reflection of the streets. The insides of the palace are draped with festive colors of pink and red, with glints of golds and silvers. The heavy curtains that used to be in the shade of maroon were then changed into red velvet curtains that bring out the grandiosity of the palace. The dull lifeless façade and ambiance of the place turned regal and mighty. As if telling