Zylith.
"Your Highness, I have brought you what you asked me for," Liana came in with a set of worn-out faded attire this morning, the clothes in which I was supposed to make my escapade today.
I had been cooped up in this golden prison ever since I had last entered the castle, so last night I decided to take a trip out of the palace to get some fresh air into my system. Now, its not like no one kn
Zylith.Our mount for today's excursion was an exotic horse breed of pure white, it's coat was a gorgeous silvery-white and it was beautiful from the mane to it's tail. I peered at the majestic steed grazing leisurely in front of me and exclaimed, "Woah! Was a beautiful mare!""It is your stallion, Your Highness." Fredurd informed me."What! Really?" I whipped my head to look towards him in surprise. I never knew I had an exclusive horse just for me to ride."Oh yes. Weren't you aware?" Fredurd spoke, "His Majesty specifically ordered this mare from the Isles of Cianiens, they rear the best breeds of horses in the entire continent."I raised a brow to that. Wow! What a surprise. I never thought Reuben to be thou
Zylith."I say my friend," I slung my thin arms around Fredurd's long neck while consequently made him stoop a bit in the process and said with a wide unrestrained smile, "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to dust, when life's in a ditch, booze is a must."We currently stood in front of a big fancy inn with the name 'Immortal Gnome Brewery' carved beautifully on a posh plank board hung on top of its entrance.It seemed like a pretty well-to-do inn with lots of customers streaming in and out of the place. I smiled a bit wider as I stared at the lively atmosphere of the street filled with the voices of folk's merrymaking and people who walked as if the ground was the deck of a storm-tossed boat. Each foot came to the sidewalk as if the collision of shoe and concrete wasn't entirely anticipated and the person
Zylith.I'm a very forgiving person, I really am, but... there are somethings even I can't digest without a qualm; such as knowing that Fredurd was appointed to be my personal knight not because he was promoted, but because he was demoted.I could no longer maintain the smile on my face when I heard Fredurd's words.".......What did you just say?" I asked in a slow foreboding voice."I was punished to be the first Queen's personal knight. Whuwaaaaa!" He repeated again and the words almost pierced through my poor heart."....It was a punishment?.....""Yes Your Highness, at first I thought it was ridiculous that I was appointed as your personal sworn knight as my punishment, it seemed more like a promotion to me as well. But after I met you, I finally understood that it really was meant to
Zylith.As I gawked at my crazed knight howling like a jackal as he claimed, I mentally prayed to all the Gods I was familiar with to let me safely pass this ordeal. How in Heaven's name was I gonna drag this big loony muddled knight back to the castle undetected? I inwardly sweated thinking about what was to come after he came back to his senses."Fred Fred! Listen to me Fredurd. If you stop wailing, I will tell you a sure-fire method to appease Liana, not just that, Liana will even start liking you I swear." I grabbed hold onto Fredurd and tried to calm him down. But he was a big strong warrior, how would I, a frail muscle-less lady, be able to hold him down if he didn't want to be held down. He was thrashing and howling with bloodshot eyes, his face messed up with wet tears streaming down his ruddy cheeks.
Reuben. [I]When we finally arrived here, the gloomy state of Calavaria greeted us masked in its glum.We reached the port province of Calavaria in less than three weeks after we had embarked on the journey to here. Normally it takes an utmost of two weeks to reach this little bustling province but travelling shrouded in an unassailable disguise across the country had slowed down our pace quite a lot; as such, we arrived later than our assessed date of arrival.I dismounted from my horse and my sight fell upon the run-down city gates of Calavaria.The people of Calavaria did not seem like the ones I saw three years back. The cobblestones of the streets were cracked and dilapidated. A gust of dry wind winded through the maze of ancient houses where windows ha
REUBEN. [II]Drizzles of raindrops wetted the dusty roads of the port city of Calavaria with splashes and gently tapped against the window of my dwelling room at present. I looked out at the soft evening shower trickling down my window with a grim temperament, there was a laziness about the drizzle that somehow brought upon an inadvertent gloom about them."Sire, the recount is ready in its utmost detail. We have uncovered everything that is to be uncovered about this bizarre scenario." Gilbert reported in a grey manner while I languidly held my bare arm out of the little bedroom window and let the droplets splatter on my outstretched fingers.I silently urged him to continue on his report and as he got the cue, he continued, "This plague cal
Reuben. [III]The abbot palace was situated high upon a hill overlooking the port city of Calavaria. It was needless to say, looked to be the most extravagant abode of all places in the province of Calavaria.I stared at the gigantic structure in front of me in wordless silence, only with a brow raised.The place looked nothing sort of a place that a holy man devoid of any greed or mundane temptations of the world would reside in. It was sort of a lavish tower that grew from the ground as an albino plant reaching for the sun. From what I could see, the tower was adorned with golden dooms and the pillars were ostentatiously painted in brilliant gold. The walls were so meticulously built that they lo
REUBEN. [IV]We made our way towards the inn we were currently lodging with the abbot in tow. He had suggested to take two of his disciples along with him and I didn’t really care to disapprove. It was not like anything much would change if a few of his cohorts tagged along.We soon reached our said destination and the moment he got off the carriage, a myriad of chaos spread along the street like wildfire. The people who saw him unconsciously scampered away from him in fright, as if they were beasts in a flood scurrying for their lives. The prior unruffled atmosphere suddenly got churned into a hushed upheaval; the people around, acting like they were seeing the devil incarnate himself. All of this happened at such a scale that it was not something that could go unnoticed even if one were to wear blindfolds.