“You dropped your spoon,” the stranger says as he grabs it. “I’ll go get another,” and the stranger goes to fetch another. When he gets back, Gianni is clinging to life because of his hunger. He is barely managing his posture. Quickly, the stranger gives the spoon to him. But as soon as it reaches the latter’s trembling hand, it falls to his bed sheets. “I can’t hold a spoon,” Gianni is despairingly disheartened. Moments of silence fills the air until the stranger’s warm hand holds Gianni’s chin open. “Open your mouth,” the stranger says as he feeds him with a spoonful off bouillabaisse. Surprised, Gianni feels the luxury of comfort once more. The stranger’s hand is so warm and comforting. He could not help but feel shy and embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” Gianni silently says. “I’ve caused you too much burden.” “It’s no problem,” the stranger wildly smiled. His smile makes Gianni’s heart throb faster than a fleeting flame. “You should regain back your strength,” the stranger continues feeding Gianni, “so that you can repay your debt with your life.” “With my life?” Gianni gulps and coughs. The revelation completely surprises him. “What do you mean?” “Your family disowned you. You have nowhere to go. You do not have any money on you nor any possessions to repay that service that I have done for you,” the stranger explains. “Thus, you shall pay back by serving as a butler." Gianni suddenly becomes the butler to the prince, who develops an interest towards the latter. How will their relationship blossom and unfold in spite of the challenges and rivals that rock their world?
View MoreHidden at the base of the left magnolia tree is a wooden chest covered in dirt and dust. Julien blows on the surface, revealing a gold-plated iron chest. He snatches a key from his necklace and opens the compartment. A flute and a harp—utterly clean and new—were inside."These belonged to my grandfather and my grandmother," Julien retrieves them both from the small compartment. "The harp is one of the symbols of our family. My grandfather carved this himself from the trunk of a giant tree that grew at the heart of the Capital. With the instrument, he used to gallivant as a prince, singing songs love and fervor in his youth. Oftentimes he would get in trouble with the king and the royal staff.""He sounds like a free soul," Gianni walks toward him. He touches the smooth surface of the harp's arch. "This is well-carved.""My grandfather became the Bard Prince, later the Bard King. It was during his rule in Gallia that the arts and sciences flourished.
The coalition army continues its march southward after taking back Posseth in a day. Their successive victories—due to the queen's marvelous employment of tactics—kept morale sky high. The army knew the terrain well, which kept their fatigue to a minimum. The enemy's incompetence in the environment was the centerpiece of the queen's strategies. From flood sections of the city by blocking entire rivers to setting up multiple ambush parties in unexpected groves, the Essenians stationed in Posseth threw their weapons within a day."We should be at Grandiflora by morning tomorrow even if we stop here," Prince Julien traces the road from Posseth to Grandiflora on a map he held. His horse whinnies as he subtly tugs on the reins. "Another day and we'll reach Magnolia.""Two days and all this farce will be over," the queen grabs a fan—one of her servants was using to cool her—and violently blows it on her face. "Let's make sure we grab the enemy commander alive, so that we can sue for peace,
"Are you sure this is the place? The prince's banner is not in sight," Gianni looks over the rows and columns of tents that fluttered, not the markings of Prince Julien. "Golden carnations—the queen.""Indeed," Leon remarks, "the queen has joined the battle. Now we are unstoppable.""Stay here, I must report to the queen." Gabriel says, riding off before Gianni can react and say a word."Report to the queen?" turbulent questions turn his mind to turmoil. "Since when has he served in the army?""He's a butler like you, correct?" Leon replies before giving a look of suspicion. He rides following Gabriel.Gianni dismounts, tying the horse to the branch of a thin birch tree that appears to have had its share of the war. The cuts and slashes of weapons on its bark and trunk are a memory of its part in the war. Gianni sits down on its base, leaning against the slash-glazed body.Meanwhile, Leon follows Gabriel to the queen's tent. The two bow down before her presence. She sat on a birch cha
"Loose," an archer captain lets an arrow fly as dozens of other archers follow him. "Quivers, aim, loose."The high-walled city is built to keep invaders out, and it is solidly fulfilling its purpose. The irony is that it keeps its liberators out while the invaders are in. The moss-filled slippery cobblestone walls prevent infantry from scaling the city using ladders. Garrison tactics from the invaders on the ramparts are also making life difficult for the prince's forces.The arrows that they let loose bounce against the walls, with a little or none reaching the top—some are missing their targets entirely and a few finding their flesh marks. The fight has been disadvantageous to Prince Julien's forces so far—the forests around Calcister made for great ambush sites, which they well received, the narrow forest roads make it difficult for their large numbers to pass through quickly, delaying their entire plan, and the difficulty of taking back Calcister from the enemy.The Essenians the
Prince Julien orders the drums and horns of war be sounded. He gestures his right hand, and the entire army forms an array. Before them the Essenian army forms an array of their own. The blue banner of Essenia covers the entire horizon. Nothing could be heard from the barren plain where they face off, except for the silent howling of the wind. Although not so silent, that the deaf could hear it tremble. The banners flutter overhead the shining steel and iron. The sky gazes down the two forces as they meet face-to-face. “Must you do this, Your Highness?” Gianni runs towards the prince carrying a pack of bandage and herbs. “There must be another way to settle this. Our forces are much larger, and we can defeat them without putting yourself in too much danger.” Julien can see the worry in Gianni’s eyes. He places his gauntlet-covered left hand over Gianni’s head calming the subtle trembling of the latter. He takes a deep breath, tapping Gianni’s shoulder.
A town called Isqu marks the border between Basille and Macreigh. Beyond the river lands of the Basille Domain, a meadow called Metouche Pas, as it is known to the locals, marks the entrance of Macreigh from the north. The narrow road that cuts into the verdant emerald grass snakes left and right. The prince strictly orders the soldiers to go through the road, not touching the vegetation. The army snakes around the wide meadow. The iron and steel armors of the soldiers contrast the sea of green. Gianni and Prince Julien who are at the rear of the van, sees the army move like a snake. The spears and poles, where the banners hang, appear as spikes of the great silver creature. The differences of the soldier’s heights also affected the overall appearance. “Why did you order the army to use the road, Your Highness?” Gianni asks. “If we cut through, the army would save time and travel faster.” “That’s because, this is Metouche Pas,” Julien replies shifting his gaz
“The enemy has abandoned this city, Your Highness,” a soldier reports. “They immediately left after knowing that your forces have begun marching. Surely, your presence in the battlefield would boost the men’s morale.”“Isn’t that strange?” Julien remarks placing his hand under his chin. “This city provides a strategic advantage for any campaign.”“They must have been terrified of your presence, Your Highness,” a well-dressed soldier approaches. “I’m Captain Ian J. Francois, leader of the forces occupying this city. The enemy left the city as soon as they heard of your march. They left all their supplies and weapons.”“Nevertheless, be on your guard, captain,” Julien whips the reins. “My mother always reminded me that danger can come from unexpected places.”The city of Erlain in the Basille domain is the largest city in the central riverlands.
Gianni leaves the academy. He cannot help but feel relief and happiness. Relief for being finally able to face his father without any feelings of remorse. Happiness for the mended bond that they shared that was torn by pride. The winter winds are cold but his heart is warm with joy. He can finally wear a smile as he leaves the academy for the third time because of his father’s approval.He rides back to Chelsea Street and right to Main Street. It is late morning and the fear from the conflict ensues on the streets of Tracy. The snow covers most of the pavements beside the road. The cold snow and the trembling fear of the citizens creeps to Gianni. His smile fades away, like the sun as winter clouds arrive. He hears the paranoia in Main Street.He hurries back to the palace. The more he tarries, the more he feels tense and uncomfortable. On the ramparts of the gates surrounding the palace, not a single knight can be seen as they are all already deployed outside th
Because they are far from the comforts of the infirmary and the hospital, the physicians have a hard time delivering the care that their patients need. They could not give them the necessary treatment because of the lack of supplies and equipment. There are not enough tonics for sanitation and wound cleaning. Feet and hand injuries that needs the equipment from the infirmary end up in amputation. It is the only way to prevent further infection. Since they are in the middle of a cold meadow wasteland, it is their last resort.As the physicians are healing the soldiers, the general wastes no time, and marches back to the Capital godspeed. Gianni is all alone in a cart once more. He just finishes dressing the wound of his last patient. The next one jumps on him as great cuts on his torso he shrieks in pain. He is losing too much blood.Gianni gras the last of the tonics and pours them on the wounds. As he grabs the sterile needle and thread to suture the wound, he touches
Wandering the streets of the royal capital Tracy, Gianni’s hunger overwhelms his senses. His family disowned him after finishing second at the Gallia Academy of Medicine. He comes from an extended family of doctors who finished first in the prestigious institution. He traipses along the cold stone pathway and searches the gloomy alleys for food. He has hypoglycemia, which he developed after traversing the streets without eating anything. His consciousness is about to flee him. He searches for anything that might fill even the tiniest space of his grumbling gut. He finds a rotten apple, but its stench kills his hunger. He longed for when he was still a part of his clan, the noble house of House Saint-Amour. He continues his search, enduring the sheer chills of the evening breeze. He desperately holds on to consciousness as he begs God for food. He kneels and prays that he may find something to satisfy his needs. With the sudden stream of the southern wind, the starry night sky become
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