The queen scowls, her blonde ringlets tumbling off her shoulders. She lifts her head as she pinches her nose in disgust.
"What in God's name have you been doing child? You smell like a barnyard!” she barks. I take a step towards her and watch in delight as she recoils from me. "This might be hard for you to understand, considering you are a queen who is sloven by nature, but I was helping your knights learn how to better their swordsmanship,” I inform her. "I do not care how you got the way you are, go and bathe. Lunch will be served soon, and if you are not clean, you will not eat. Your presence is already a nuisance. Do not make it more so,” she commands. I roll my eyes scowling at her. Placing a hand on her shoulder I shove her aside, watching as she stumbles. "Well then, if you will excuse me, I am going to bathe. You might want to consider it yourself, that perfume is putrid,” I remark. I briskly walk away, leaving the queen to stand there gawking. I pass a couple of maids on my way to my quarters and ask them to send someone to prepare a bath for me. Arriving in my room, I find several of them already filling a tub with warm water and scented oils. They certainly work fast. Turning to me, a maid with dark brown hair walks over and attempts to undress me. I swat her hands away, startled. "Everyone get out,” I command, causing some of the maids to jump in fright. "Your highness, we're only here to help." The maid with brown hair says to me tentatively. Looking her up and down I say with a snort, “I do not need your help to bathe, now if you would please, get out." At my words, the maids curtsy and leave the room. Stripping out of my clothes, I walk over to the large oak tub, placed in the center of the room. There are many rose petals floating in the light pink water. Slowly, I step in. I release a sigh of relief, allowing my body to relax into the warmth of the water. Grabbing a sponge that is sitting next to the tub, I begin to clean myself off, scrubbing until my skin turns a bright red. My mind races with a deep sense of irritation. Every time I find myself in the presence of the queen, nothing good comes of it. She is everything I despise about humans. Her judgment only paving the way for more hatred. Tossing the sponge aside, I climb out of the tub and dry myself off. I move to stand in front of my mirror, and begin to brush my hair, working to clear my face of emotion. I pull my hair into a high ponytail. Once I am finished, I go over to the tall wooden dresser seated next to my bed, pulling out a pair of brown leather pants and a black cotton drawstring shirt. Leaving, I notify the maids that I have finished, and to remove the tub from my room. I take my time walking to the dining hall. When I get there, I push the doors open talking a seat in my usual spot next to Geoffrey. "I see you have finally decided to join is. If I had to wait another moment, I would have had lunch served without you,” Evalene snaps at me from across the table. "If you would like, next time I will ignore your order and show up without bathing,” I respond annoyed. At this, the king laughs causing Evalene to scowl, "Gregory dear, you should stop feeding into this child’s misbehavior,” Evalene says frustrated. The king, who I now know as Gregory, narrows his eyes at Evalene. "I do believe that it is not up to you to choose how I treat the princess," he says in a strong voice. "If you continue to dismiss princess Eleonora's blatant disrespect for me, I fear that others may see this as an allowance to disrespect their queen,” Evalene defends. "Evalene, I believe you have deeply misunderstood Eleonora's behavior. She is simply expressing how comfortable she is around us. I think you should apologize for always trying to find fault with her," Gregory says to her, flashing me a wink. I smile to myself. The old man is covering for me, how unexpected. I am beginning to like him. Evalene sits there looking baffled, before giving a stiff smile. Turning to me with that smile plastered on her face, she forces out the words, "Princess Eleonora, I am so very sorry for my rude behavior, please forgive me.” "Can we please just continue with our meal?" I reply, dismissing her. Without further words, we all begin eating. Clearing my throat, I look up at the king, Gregory. "While I was looking for your training room today, I took note of all the artwork displayed in the castle. I must say, it is all quite beautiful,” I say. Gregory’s face lights up at the mention of the artwork. "Yes, I have been a collector for many years. My collection started small but soon it grew,” he explains excitedly. "I feel that the works of art make this castle seem more like a home, I enjoyed looking at them,” I say. "I am glad to hear it. Evalene has always hated the paintings, she says that in time they will be worth nothing,” he says. "I will have to disagree with your wife, I feel that in years to come to your castle, and the artwork it harbors will be revered,” I gush. Gregory smiles at me fondly, "I am so happy that someone shares my love for art." We go quiet again for a moment or two before Gregory speaks once more. "That reminds me, princess Eleonora-" "Please, just call me Nora," I say cutting him off. He smiles at me then continues, "Nora, I had forgotten to tell you, I have called my granddaughter Gwen to court. I assigned her to be your lady in waiting. Since there are few young women living in court, I thought you might enjoy the company,” he tells me. While I appreciate the old man's sentiment, I really wish he had not done this, I would have preferred to be with as little company as possible. "Thank you, Gregory. When is lady Gwen due to arrive?" I ask, trying to sound as grateful as possible. The old man is the only one who has made me feel comfortable while being here, the least I can do is give him my respect. "She should be arriving within the day; I have placed her in the bed-chamber next to you. When you are finished with your meal, she should be there waiting for you,” he lets me know. I quickly finish my meal, eager to meet my new lady in waiting.Walking through the halls I easily find Gwen's chambers. I do not spend too much time in front of the door before I slam it open with a bang. At first, I am taken aback by the strong jasmine and cherry blossom perfume wafting in the room. I cover my nose, cringing at the smell. Looking into the room, I see a small dark-haired girl jump with fright, making a squeaking noise. She sounds just like a little mouse. "Calm down, little mouse, I am not here to hurt you,” I tease. When the girl turns around, I am met with two scared green eyes, wide as saucers. Looking deep into her eyes, I see more than fear, there is something else there. Something dark, that I just cannot quite put my finger on. "W-Who are you? What could you possibly be doing barging into my room?" She quakes. Her words come out meek and defenseless, but there is fire burning in her eyes. She is not as weak as she is making herself out to be. So
My heart starts racing as I think back to the day Fafnir died. *** I sit on the edge of the mountain eagerly waiting for my brother. Today, we are flying out to the human capital city of Mimmgar to negotiate the terms of our peace treaty with the king. Although my father is against it, my brother is insistent upon ongoing. My father affirms that we should not meddle in the affairs of lesser beings. I trust my brother's judgment, though, and I am willing to accompany him. I feel a hand ruffle my hair. "Hey Ellie, you ready to go?" Fafnir asks. I stand looking into his violet eyes as a bright smile plays across my face. "Of course, I have looked forward to this for a long time,” I tell him. He smiles at me shaking his head, his long, dark blue hair swaying with it. He turns a
"Eleonora are you all right?" Gregory asks rubbing my back and wiping my tears. Gregory touch startles me back to reality, “Y-Yes I am alright,” I rush out. What am I even saying I have not been alright for a long time. But I do not know if I have the courage to tell him. "Are you sure my dear, you spaced out for quite some time,” Gregory asks worriedly. "Yes, I am fine, what were we talking about?" I assure him. Gregory’s large hand cups my shoulder as he replies, "I was asking about your brother. But if you do not wish to tell me I understand." A few more tears slip from my eyes but I am quick to wipe them away, "My brother was killed eight summers ago,” I tell him. His eyes cast down hanging low with sorrow. "I am sorry to hear that. losing family members is difficult,” he r
After dinner, me and Gregory, talk about simple things as we play chess. I tell him of my childhood, and what it is like growing up in the horde. I tell him of the very first time I held a sword. I was four years old, and the sword was twice my size and made completely out of iron. I could not even lift it off the ground. My father had me stay in the training hall all day until I could finally lift it. When I did, I was so happy I smiled until my face hurt. I thought nothing could ruin this moment of joy, even when my father did not acknowledge my progress. No matter how hard I worked my father never noticed so eventually I just stopped trying to impress him. I have only come this far by working solely for myself. I enjoy Gregory’s company very much he makes me feel comfortable. I cannot help but think about what it would have been like if he was my father. I know it is impossible, but I cannot help but wonder. Could I have felt
As I walk through the halls toward Gregory's study the feeling of being watched washes over me and my skin begins to crawl. I stop in my tracks and listen for a moment. But with so many maids bustling about it is hard to find who could be the one watching me. If they are still following me then it is likely they do not know everything we are planning. With that in mind I continue to the study. I knock on the door, hearing a muffled come in, I shove the door open and stride into the room. Looking around the study I see Gregory positioned at his desk his white hair hanging around his head like a veil. He is looking at an old torn leather-bound book, he glances up at me in acknowledgment. He seems to be dressed quite casually wearing a black drawstring shirt and light blue vest. This is a contrast to his usual elegant and vibrantly colored robes. "Where did you run off to this morning Nora? We missed you at breakfast,” he asks. <
Over the last two days, I have been spending more time with Gregory, often finding myself playing chess or just simply talking with him. For knowing him less than a week I find that he has become one of the closest people to me. He is easygoing and is not rooted in the beliefs of other humans, welcoming me rather than shunning me. Since I have spent most of my time with Gregory, I have thankfully not seen Geoffrey since our meeting in the hallway. He has been avoiding me like the plague, even going as far as to skip meals. But I must say I cannot blame him. I am not certain how I would react if I did see him again. When I first came here, I thought I would spend my days in complete and utter agony, but as of late I have found myself slowly falling into a routine. I am beginning to enjoy myself; I spend my mornings with the human Flavius, talking, and occasionally taking him flying. Around him I seem to forget all my problems I am free; he helps me to en
I am roused from my slumber by the sound of someone knocking vigorously on my door. I peel my eyes open rubbing my temples. Pulling the crisp sheets from my body I feel a rush of cool air against my heated skin. I place my feet on the ground, recoiling at the nip of the frigid floor. I stand and stumble to the door, exhaustion laying me limp as wet laundry on a cold day. As I get closer to the door, I feel like every muscle in my body is trying to give in to gravity. When I open the door, I am greeted by a young short boy, who looks no older than sixteen. His face would have been white if not for all the freckles. There are so many that his face is brown with small pale spaces here and there, like the tips of grass trying to show through the golden-brown leaves of fall. His hair is the perfect mop of brown, it would have been almost lion-like if he was not so skinny. His eyes are green but not the kind that is easy to describe. It was almost like they ar
Flavius With a huff I throw the newly gathered firewood to the floor of my shop. Stretching my arms, I dip my hands into the water barrel in the corner of the room I splash the icy liquid over my arms and face. The dirt and grime of the outdoors wash away along with the water. Every day for the past few days I've been meeting with a dragon in the woods, but today she was not there. Somethin important must have come up. Sometimes I can't believe that I had the chance to meet such a creature, so beautiful and intelligent. Before I met her, I thought I’d be afraid of such a beast just as others are. Most men, whether they admit it or not are. And yet I found that I’m not afraid of her. Not at all. Instead, I find myself wanting to know more about her. Though we've spent quite some time together much to my disappointment her name is still unknown to me. That has been weighing on my mind for quite some time now. What co