“I love you Marlon, and I will be Queen. I cannot change either of those things.”
He hadn’t realized how dejected she had felt about him not wanting to be intimate with her. He had been trying to be noble and follow the rules of society. In retrospect he realized he had pushed her away at a very fragile time in her life. He gently took her by her hand pulled her up against the length of him and kissed her with all the pent up love, passion, and longing he felt for her since they met. He had fought for her in the valley of the dead.
He could not deny that he loved her more than life itself, and he would always be her protector and the man she could depend on. Their mouths devoured each others while their tongues mated. Her slender arms slipped around his neck and his hands were gently holding her close to him. She felt thinner than he had reca
Flossina had run to her room unnoticed, and quickly changed her attire making sure to bathe her face and wrists, which stung like holy hell. She soaked the dirt off of her feet and put on the black satin stockings and slippers to hide the marks left on her ankles from the shackles. She wore a purple, satin long sleeved, v-neck gown that made her complexion look golden. She stood at the entrance of the throne room hearing the disruptive chatter that the General could not seem to control.The Lords of the court were in an uproar. They were worried. The King had promised them riches and favors for their resources and coffers and now he was dead.“Justice for the King !” One Lord shouted.The crowd cheered in agreement.“I will not pledge my all
“I only have my Kingdom left. Lord Azelle, you doubt my abilities, but I assure you my mother taught me well. You and I want the same thing. Justice for these unspeakable deaths, and peace in our land. Yes, this is our land. Not mine, but ours. Pledge your allegiance to me not because of the deeds of what my parents did before me, but on my own merit, on the hope that I will make sure we stand strong and united as my parents did, and take comfort in knowing that whoever is doing these hideous deeds will be punished. I am strong, capable, and above all I love my country. Thank you.”She stood there stoic, looking straight ahead.Then she saw it. One lord removed his sword and layed it in front of him and knelt,signifying his pledge to her. Then another and another,
No matter his fate she still had to worry about her own. At first the Lord just stood there.The General then unsheathed his sword and spoke.“She’s waiting.”The Lord looked miserable. He had never been one to grovel or beg. The Princess's mother had always ignored his rousing and always proved her worth in any and all royal duties. That would be no more. He would have to prove his worth now. His title and lands could be stripped from him. He really disliked the General ever since he had been inducted into the Royal Military service, two decades ago. Lord Azelle had always thought he was a self serving psychopath and right now he could see that was exactly what he was. No one else would say anything about it because they wanted to ke
“Guards! Take Lord Azelle to the dungeon, now! I believe a stay there will change his mind.”The guards looked at her then at the General, when he nodded they nodded and picked the Lord up off of the marble floor and carried him out. It was just them in the room now. He turned around then and looked at her with that icy gaze she had come to associate with the pain he inflicted on her.“You little bitch! How dare you give me orders in front of anyone!” He strode up the steps then grabbed her by her wrist and yanked her hard. She almost fell. He yanked again and she did. The unnatural way he held her arm made it strain even more with the angle he was holding it. She was kneeling in front of him now. He twisted her wrist and she cried out in pain. “You like this. If you didn’t you wouldn't disobey me so much.”
Marlon had once again slipped inside of Castle Meadowbrooke undetected. He kept the robe on so no one would detect him. He was standing just outside of the throne room doors when they burst open and out came two guards dragging an unconscious man. He made sure to look down so they wouldn’t see his face that was now hidden under the hood. The doors were slowly closing when he saw the General and the Princess. She looked beautiful and capable and he looked angry that was all he saw when the large doors closed in front of him. A surge of jealousy shot through him. He needed to save her and help her. Just as he was about to enter the room by pushing the large doors open he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye. He looked in the direction and saw it was Khepri. This time she wore a sheer gold robe. She smiled at him and rounded the corner. He knew
For those who saw him their eyes seemed to widen in fear and he wondered just how holy were the men who wore these robes he was disguised in. He scanned the cell and saw Lord Azelle in the corner.His well made clothing was now crumpled and bloodied. He was now missing his shoes. Marlon walked over to him and knelt down so he was eye level to the man. The man showed no interest, only disgust.“I do not wish to give you my confession you bastard. I will rot in here before I pledge my allegiance to the General!”Marlon now understood why this man had been thrown in the dungeon. He knew then he could trust this man to help him find his father. He took off his hood then and let him see his face. THe man recognized him.“You...you’re that apothecary wh
“Father, it’s me. Marlon.”“Marlon?...My son…” He stood up from his sitting position then.Marlon saw how skinny he was.“It really is you? You...you came back for me? Even though I left you….I...I’m so sorry I left you alone in this cruel world...so sorry….the war I had to find who did it will..I had to….I’m sorry.”His father's ramblings broke his heart. He seemed manic.“It’s alright.” He reassured him. “We have to get out of her now though.”He wrapped his father's arm around his neck and put his arm behind him to support him and they slowly walked out the cell
Today had been overwhelming for Flossina. She still hadn't heard anything from, or even seen Marlon again, since the tomb. She didn't even know if he was still inside of the castle walls. It didn’t matter now. It couldn’t. It was already past dusk. The General had insisted they lay her stepfather to rest today, which was the exact same day he died, and a bit hasty in her eyes as well has the people, but no one dared judge his actions or say so publicly. She figured she had been tied up in that tomb for a few hours, but she couldn't understand why it hadn’t felt that long.He had allowed her one servant to help get her ready for the event. She was appraising herself in the mirror. She wore a floor length sheer black ball gown, that had beautiful black rhinestone flowering detail all over it. A black veil gently rested over her chignon, c