The Next Day.
"What's this occasion?"
Wealene walked out of his chamber, preceeded by guards. As he got to the throne and settled down, his attention couldn't but fall on the numerous women who had just bowed before him. His eyes did some quirky acrobatic and the number he got was fifteen.
Jaith hurried to the throne and fell on his knees at the appropriated space from the throne. As soon as he raised his head,
"His Greatness. This women would not leave until they've spoken to you. And not only would they pass the night here until you're up, but they wouldn't even tell me what their concerns are. They would have it said before you His Greatness"
Wealene nodded his head at all the women,
"Arise women, and tell me what bothers make you bother the crown."
One of the women, dressed in purple flowing gown, stood up suddenly, and took few steps forward, walking past the position Jaith was. Jaith called,
"A step back woman. Know your
Malisa and Elonaise"How have you been fairing?"Malisa asked the 6"2 part aged, part young man. Her father, Elonaise. He has white hair due to aging and gray eyes that grows sadder by the day, thinking of his wife. His gait is still like that of a reassured man. Worry seem to do nothing to his figure other than his weary eyes and lines that dances across his forehead. His worry for his daughter grows by day. That she might not become like her mother in the end."Staying where I was put."Elonaise answered with his neck bent towards the table, his eyes keen on the needle which was dancing out of and in a small sackcloth.His weary yet lively pupils held up her gaze as he for a moment, tossed his neck in her direction."Hope you are."That question seemed familiar to her as she walked to where he was and sat next to him. He was seated on a bench that was positioned abreast an old Neem table."Have you been eating well, and takin
Kie and Elonaise"Are you the prince to be?"Elonaise asked, without raising his head. His back bent forward to the table as he busied himself with the needle and Malisa's gown."Yes, sire."Kie strode in, still trying to get Samantha off his mind. What happened earlier kept replaying in sundry versions.Elonaise raised his head and tilted his neck a degree off the table, he looked back at his work too quickly as he muttered,"You can drop the material on the table. I'll be done with it in four days. Say to the king that works have me tied, but I'll have my way around this as soon as possible."Kie walked to the table and dropped the material wrapped in a fine linen. His eyes strayed to a traditional sewing machine at the corner of the small room.There was scarcely anything of interest there. Just the work chair and table, a small bed to the extreme, a place of arts and some random other things. But of all things, the place sm
~The Princess and her maid~"Do you still like him?"Malisa asked, turning slightly to Samantha who was seating next to her. Shocked, and too slow to hide it, Samantha spun too quickly around with such curious cum mysterious gaze.Malisa pushed a sequence of air through her nostrils."Don't lie to me."She probed. Sam looked to the endless greenery and smirked. They were seated in a plain garden far from the palace, a place bought by King Wealene for sightseeing. 'Twas by the road and almost every passersby could be seen in an eyeshot.The only thing which made the place special, was the defined geographic setting. 'Twas like a lawn, a seventy five square yard, bordered by different types of flowers, ranging from cyclamen, Poppy, Pansy, Bluebell, to some flowers Wealene ordered from Asian countries."I thought I did, but I was lying to myself."Samantha finally found her words. Malisa nudged,"You were disappointed? Beca
One week to the Royal Wedding.~Kie and Samantha~"Let go of me!"Samantha snapped, trying to snatch her left arm from Kie who held dearly unto it."Please talk to me."Not only in his words, but there was plea in his eyes too. His face soft and demanding."I said let go of me, right now. Somebody might see us. Don't you use your brain at all?"Kie scoffed,"Do you think I care whether or not we are caught? It's been almost three months now and you wouldn't talk about what happened between you and Malisa. Should you be the one giving me an attitude or vice versa?"She sneered,"And why should I explain myself to you? Wait, who do you really think you are, Kie?! If you're so called tough as you claim, why do you keep hanging around the princess. Why didn't you question her and probably leave her if you are so much vexed. Why are you taking it out on me? Because I am a maid?"His hand slipped from her wrist s
Along a quiet track. "Is that what it seems like?" Kie kicked gently at Talia, his horse, urging her to increase her pace, yet in the most stealthy manner it could go. Kie wanted to catch up with the man he'd seen few minutes earlier. At first, the man was tending to his sandals which seemed caught up in twigs. Something no one could ever explain but the victim. And when the man had looked back and saw a rider of a horse coming, he'd looked away but then looked back again as though he'd missed something. And after the second look, the man had left his sandal stuck in the twigs and started running, with one foot strapped, the other bare. Who wouldn't had thought of that suspiciously?! And since then had Kie been trying to catch up with the man. And he already had an idea of who 'twas. But he wanted to be sure. For all 'twas, he might be wrong. 'Tmight even be a new foe 'a marriage to the princess' had earned him. "Hold your peace or I'll run yo
Africa. Land of the God-king.~ Jaith and Xerxes II ~"Who in his right mind would come all the way to this waste of space in the name of solitude?"Jaith grumbled, climbing the slope of the hill. He was almost at the top when he began to hear a continuous flow of lyre overlapped with cymbals and brass."That must be him."He convinced himself, and pulled forward for while, digging his neat fingers into the hides of the steeps. He finally had a clearer view and a good thrust-shot, and up, he went."Damn."He sighed, standing at the top of the hill."Thank the gods I ate to my fill."Then he turned to where he thought he heard the musical accompaniment from. But there was nothing in view. Just a set of displaced shallow clothed trees on the hill.But the wind was generous to him and blew the music in his direction again. He took his steps to the tail of the wind."By heaven, I went through hell to find you."
Somewhere in the woods.Kie and Shamaica."Where's that sly fox. Would she keep me wandering about?"Kie halted at the front of a hut in the woods. He had walked around it for a while, entered inside and came out to no avail; he couldn't find the person he was looking for.Then a sudden female voice came from inside the hut,"I'm certain you know that I'm not as deaf as you are."Kie turned and entered again into the gloomy hut which had recently been lit by a sequence of tiny golden rays dancing off the flame of a red candle, which was placed on a small stool with a picky edge.Seated on a wooly chair was beautiful Shamaica with legs crossed, and a wily smile eating up the perfect curves of her face."Sit."She urged him, looking behind him. Kie looked in that direction, but there was no chair in sight."I'm not as dumb as you are."He repaid her. She scoffed and tossed her head in the same direction, defe
The D-DayThe day opened in the largest arena. King Wealene and his dignitaries had their seats at the elevated spots as usual, while the couple was set high above all;Their position was set such that. There were two long iron pipes reaching from where Wealene and his dignitaries were to a height beyond the spot in the air. The pipes were widened at the end which was in the air, holding a big couch-like royal chair in magnanimity.Malisa and his groom held the most respectable and revered position that day, even than Wealene. They were the subject of interest, and at large could get the best view of the activities going on beneath them, a bit forward.Samantha was behind the couch, directly behind Kie. While Jaith was directly behind Malisa.The floor of that spot they were occupying was well decorated in different kinds of traditional adornment, ranging from the flowers from that sacred garden of Wealene to gifts given by the women whom Wealene h