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CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
The angelic voices of the children in the choir echo around the cathedral hall of the palace. Singing a beautiful song about the history of the kingdom. Everyone's eyes are watching the new queen as she walks the aisle towards the altar where a throne was set for her to sit. Everyone is in awe as they watch Morrigan gracing the long aisle. Dressed in fine garments of sophisticated colors of red and black, with a purple train stretching to her back. The colors of royalty in the kingdom of Hymir.
Her beauty had always been envied and praised by the people, especially of the ladies her age. Morrigan's face is unparalleled in that she had been seen to be the incarnation of a deity. She is born to be a royal and the queen of the kingdom. And as she walks now as the new queen of the kingdom their eyes are all unto her. Watching her intently with nothing but respect. They all look at her with reverence and adoration. Looking at her as if she was Fiachra, hersel
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There was a deafening silence that enveloped the chamber. Morrigan and Colfre remained sitting by the bed, their hands now intertwined. No one remembers how their hands eventually got intertwined or who took the hand of the other first but it was a comfortable silence they share. Morrigan looks at her reflection in the vanity. Her eyes gazing at Colfre who was unexpectedly watching her through their reflection in the mirror. She smiled timidly. She heaved a sigh and averted her gaze, looking at the canopy of her bed. "Then the rest is history. Ever since that day, there was a void that grows inside of me. Every night it felt like the voices of the people I killed haunts me. Every night I wake up just to find myself in the middle of this room, alone in the darkness. I may have avenged myself and my family but I also lost everything in the process." Morrigan's hand tightened around Colfre's hand. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with tears. Colfre gazed at
Morrigan CHAPTER FIFTY
Colfre's skin glistened as the soft glow of the moonlight from outside shone on his toned body. Shutting his eyes tightly as his already tensed muscles contract and relax with every deep breath he takes. Frustration and guilt are evident in every sigh. Scars from military training are visible on his broad shoulders and muscular back, from small cuts to deep slashes that are all now fading away from his skin. The skin on his neck down flushed with crimson colors. All his senses are still feverish as the picture of the woman in his arms lingers at the back of his mind. Even with half of his body dipped in cold water the ardent sensation of kissing Morrigan hanged around his system. Feeling her petite body against his body, and her soft moans like music in his ears. All of those things played in his mind vividly. He runs his hand on his ginger hair exasperatedly. Heaving a deep sigh as he rests his head by the side of the tub, with his arms propped by the side of the tub. His shoulder
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Morrigan shut her eyes tightly trying to keep her composure as the giggles and chuckles of the pair in the corner echoes in her ears. Trying to bury the thoughts of the scene that she had witnessed earlier. Telling herself that it was all an illusion and once she snapped out of it everything will go back to how it used to be. But why does she ache like this? She felt like her heart is being wrung out of blood, being pierced of thousand needles, and being sliced into thousand cuts. But at the same time, it felt like it was being shattered into a thousand pieces till it was nothing but specks of dust. She feels like she was making a fool of herself for taking things out of context. For putting too much hope in a single kiss. Of course, he would have a lover. There would always be a person that had caught his attention before her. There will always be someone who comes first in his heart. Why would she assume that the kiss means anything between them? It might be
Morrigan CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
The dusk approaches and the colors of the sky are marvelous mixtures of hues of crimson and azure. Creating a scenic landscape that is commonly seen in paintings by great painters in the kingdom. Morrigan watches as the sun sets the horizon, the golden rays of the day bidding its temporary goodbye as the beauty of the silent darkness welcomes their rest. Lanterns and store lights flickering by the streets illuminating the pathways as the citizens of Hymir slowly dispersing to their homes. Finally resting after a long day of work. She watches the beauty of the setting sun and the slow darkness that revealed the shimmering glows of the stars in the sky. Slowly counting it till she lost count of the stars above her and could only appreciate the marvel of it as their shine and leave her in awe. Their beauty gracing the land of Hymir along with the moon's soft glow. Morrigan and Colfre parted ways earlier than usual. With cold and silence between them unsettled. Mo
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A sweet voice resounded through the silent and dark hallway of the guards' quarters. A song about the love of Fiachra and the first king of Hymir portrayed in a beautiful melody that could only send a wrenching surge of emotions to one's heart. Portraying the tragic love story of Fiachra and the king for their love for the kingdom is a lot more powerful than their desire to stay with each other. That the interest of the kingdom is greater than their best interest for each other. Their love story is admirable and at the same time painful. Admirable that they could sacrifice too much for their country and its citizen but at the same time painful for it tells Fiachra's sacrifice for Hymir. Telling the tragic end for the couple who missed the perfect chance to be together. Missing each other and could only wish that their romance that was put to a halt will continue to their next lives. Mor
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The warmth of the morning touches Colfre's back, with half of his body covered with duvet and his back covered with fresh bandages and a tunic laid on his back. Beside him were a basin of clean water and a clean towel. With a freshly cooked breakfast laid beside it. A bell was placed near him for if he needed help he could only ring it and a guard will come inside to his aid. Morrigan left before the sun even rose, making sure that when Colfre woke up he would be set and the things he needed will be prepared for him. She didn't leave his side till his fever subsided. And when she left his chamber the guards who are already starting to go on their rounds and posts were all taken aback with the queen leaving his chamber early in the morning. But no one dared to open their mouths. She ordered that whatever Colfre needs they must oblige and they must report to her what he did for the whole day. Colfre wakes up with Morrigan gone by his side. Her scent lingered on
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"You mean to adopt Rita?" Colfre asked Morrigan. By the midday, Morrigan visited Colfre to tend on his injuries. The queen's feather-like touches peel the bandages on his back slowly but no matter how careful Morrigan is her slight movement still makes Colfre wince in pain. Morrigan winces along with Colfre in every flinch the man beside her does. Her eyes look carefully at his wounds, looking at the dark-colored bruises and the slightly scabbing wounds on his back. “Does it still hurts?” Morrigan asked, her mind thinking of how much the man she adored is feeling right now, but Colfre just shifted his gaze to her. “My Queen that is not the pressing matter. I asked you if you are serious about adopting Rita.” Morrigan bit the insides of her cheeks as she reach towards the bottle of antiseptics and a clean cloth to damp it with it. She damps Colfre’s back with it making him wince in pain. He groans by the light touch of the antiseptics making Morrigan lift her hand and stare at him.
Morrigan CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
"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
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