The king had sentenced Cynthy to a painful death. There was only a few hours left till the hour of execution and Daella remained undeterred. She knew she had to do something before the crow of the roaster. For how could she live a beautiful life without the presence of her best friend?She had tried much to severe her attachments with Cynthy since when she found out of her feelings for Daerys. But the chains of friendship tightened even harder the more she pulled against its lines. It would neither shrewd nor break no matter how much she stroke at it, begging for its destruction. It rather tightened harder in her heart. Surely, they were more than just a mistress and a servant, they were now sisters, bound by heart and held by covenant.And even if Daerys was a dummy who would not fight for his love, Daella remained a fighter till the very end. She knew she had to do something.Stealing away from the walls of the castle, off she rode. Beyond the gates of Arnold and towards the dirty s
When she heard the roaster made its first crow, Cynthy, the daughter of Vagus, knew her days were finally over. Her life had been such an uneventful one, and now it would come to an abrupt end. Being the female half of two children, all she had ever known to learn was hard work and the responsibilities of a lady.Her father would say, "The life of a woman is easy. Be a good daughter, be a good lady, be a good wife, and finally be a good mother. Those are all that make a good woman."If only her life had such ease that he spoke of, then maybe she would have been a better daughter.She could never be a good daughter to him. Aware of his murderer's identity, she only watched as those who killed her father lived on in riches and bliss while she served them in their golden chambers.She wanted to have love, but she forgot her place. The place of a maid lies not by the side of a prince, the place of Cynthy was never with Daerys, the man who slew her father. But she forgot so easily.He had
The chase of the three horses was fierce and brutal. Like a race it was, as the three mounts made after one another, just as a hound would chase after a prey.Zephyr the sneak-out was determined to override the others and take back the maid from her rescuer, whoever he was. He had no idea it was the golden prince who was behind the dark cloak, riding away with the condemned.One thing he knew however, was the involvement of the crown princess in this act against the crown. He watched as Daella rode beside the cloaked fellow, aiming away from Meredith and into the barren lands.They were surely planning to leave through the half desert that spread across Meredith. And it was up to him, a sneak-out, to save the face of the throne."Halt!" He said, for the hundredth time.But his voice disappeared with the wind again, barely making it to the runaways. Even if it did make it to their hearing, nothing would deter them from ignoring his voice. He knew this, thus he renewed his strength, edg
As they stood there in admiration of one another, they could not ignore the admiration of the sight ahead of them, some kilometres away.The top of a few Hayden houses could be beheld from their position. The beauty, the solemn, the calm and the peace that awaited them. If only they would take the step."Come with me", said Cynthy. She was now ready to abscond with him, to be with him till the last of her days. "We can live together as normal people. No one will ever know.""The night there is beautiful, my father told me of it." She continued, speaking each word with a precious care and an inner gladness. "He said that the stars gather at sunset like butterflies in the sky, sparkling and stellar, and they would glitter the eyes of a man with the purple shades of resplendence. The crescent moon compliments their bespangled beauty. A sliver claw among a thousand astrals, he called it."The glare her eyes held was irresistible, and her words were coming directly from none but her heart.
Ul Thera watched from very high up as the cold night winds blew over Ghosti'dor where she stood away from him, proud and secluded on the lowlands. He could see the lighted torches that lined her little borders, forming her walls and guarding her magic, keeping her evils forever in their place.With his three legs, and hyming a quiet rhythm to his heart, he stepped slowly towards the sight, marvelling at the history of these lands.There before him was the land of the dead on the land of the living. Ghosti'dor, the legendary world of nightsingers. Haunted by spirits, housing the dead, and ruled by the living.Very long ago, this land was no more than a barren lowland of strife, pain, hunger and nothing. A land of slaves and peasants, with no place in the world of kings and lords. Until the bequest of the great dragon.Ruby, the great paragon of envy came to them in her mighty wings and colourful flight, bringing an offer to these people of the lowlands. The great dragon gave to them a
Away from Ghosti'dor and back to Meredith, within and around the wall of the royal palace. Soldiers stood at every corner, alert and aware of every single bird and wary of every little fly that dared to cross into the large royal territory.The day was nearing its end when the two siblings appeared before the royal palace, astride a single horse. Sighting them from far off, the bells of the kingdom soared loud and high into the skies, blasting forth to announce their return.The lords gathered in one accord, spreading around the high parts of the palace building and staring down at the incoming horse which strode slowly into the palace.There below them were the two unbelievable beings who had dared to cast away with a royal prisoner and yet walk back into their midst like nothing had happened. Any king would have had their heads for such atrocity. It was indeed an act of treason, deserving of death and worthy of annihilation.But when it came to royalty, the rules had to bend. These
"Many years ago, all these lands that you see were just one. Meredith, Vaile, Hayden, Hailey, all one. And Albane it was called."King Morrys was seated on his throne as he dived into history, his son standing a few paces in front of him and his historian at a corner, keeping note of facts."There was peace. The waters were calm, heeding to the wishes of the witches. The air was easy for the wizards to control. And the people were soft for the king to rule. Overwhelmed by the peace and quiet, the king of that time had too much freedom, so he decided to fall in love. Not with any noble woman, but with a maid of the palace."Morrys was talking about an old story. The story of the last king of the four kingdoms, King Drax the last.He was the first man of royalty who would profess his love for a commoner. And the very first who would sire a child with a servant of the palace.The child grew with hate in his heart, despised by others closest to him. He was the first child, yet he was deni
In an old tavern along the round roads within the drunk streets of Meredith, a man had gotten too much to drink for himself."Fuck the king! Fuck his daughter! That little bitch has put us in war, and yet she sits behind that beautiful mansion as we march forth to fight!""Seeing that you're right in here drinking away your life, I can guess you didn't volunteer to fight for the king." Replied the woman who traded them their drinks from behind the bar where she stood.She had short hair and fast working hands. And as her daughter poured more wine for the rambling man, she cautioned. "That is enough, Brienne. Georje has had too much already. If he loses his head for his words, his blood would be on you."But Georje was not ready to quit his wine. "Hey woman! So what if I don't march to war? My brother has gone to fight! And he is a fine warrior! In my case, war is not my talent. I fare better when I sit around and drink away my life. Now pour me some more wine, child!"But the woman wo