Fate seemed to be keeping them together. This little cottage was where he had grown up. No one knew it existed, except his father.
“You bring danger to my home.” His grandmother said to him as he crossed the room towards the only door in the cottage.
He stopped when she blocked his path. She was a short, pixie of an old woman who never spoke unless she had to, and even then her words seemed to sear you from their bluntness and truth. He knew she had the gift of second sight. He had never wanted to hear his fate,but felt like maybe God wanted him to change it by listening to what it was.
“So much danger.” She continued.
“I will fight and win. As I always do.” He said. His words filled with arrogance.
The next day was long and arduous for Flossina. Marlon had them both dress up in disguises and ride a horse instead of Blaze. They left him behind. Flossina noticed he was quite alright with the arrangement and happily got into the nearby pond. He blended in with the jagged and green scenery as he curled himself up and only his back appeared out of the water,looking like a large boulder. Flossina was once again amazed at the marvelous creature.The nice old woman had packed them a satchel with wheat cakes, cheese, fruits, dates and flagons of water. Flossina thought the woman was sweet and delightful, before they had left she had sat her down and put salve on her scrapes and wounds. She noticed she had put a jar of it inside of the satchel. She wished she could repay the woman’s kindness. After the three hour horse ride they were finally on the Ferry Boat, almost on the opposite side of the riv
“How do we get across?” She asked quietly. “We can’t see a foot in front of our faces.”“They should see our light.” He explained. Then stretched his arm over his head waving the torch back and forth slowly.Flossina screamed at the sudden sight of an old man appearing. He wore a monk’s robes. His eyes were sewn shut and his gaunt face made him look more ghost than man.The horse jumped at her reaction and Marlon held the reins tight enough to reassure the animal.“We seek passage to Holy Sancti Viri.” He informed the monk.“Follow me.” He said as he turned.Marlon followed closely.
The doors slowly opened and they both gathered what little composure they could muster, and braced themselves for what was to come. Marlon put his hand on the hilt of his sword underneath the cloak he wore.Two holy men stood in the entryway. One immediately stepped forward and walked in their direction and handed them wooden bowls filled with honeysuckle water.Flossina quickly drank hers while Marlon held his as he stared blankly at the monks.“Welcome to Sancti Viri. May the God of all gods bless you and be among you. Please enter our court with happiness and our Sanctuary in praise.”Flossina smiled, stepped forward and spoke. “We have-”“Questions.” The other monk supplied.
“Please,Valda, we mean you no harm. I am Flossina Raelia. Heir and future ruler of these lands. My mother, Queen Bihadlly has been murdered by my stepfather, the King. He is after me and I need to know why. A few days ago I was held prisoner in my own home. While I was captive I met a holy man from your order. He told me of my mother and a stone. The Jewel of Humanity.” She felt the air in the room change and move and turn warm once again. Listening to her speak she saw Valda seemed no longer guarded. She continued,“He was very kind to me. He died trying to protect me. Please, I beg of you. Help us!”Marlon was taken aback at her ability to move a crowd. Her words were genuine and she didn’t sound like a Queen in that moment, only a girl who needed help. He admired that she was always genuine, kind, intelligent and beautiful. When he had rescued her from the tower he had
With those words being said everything made became clearer to her, but she asked the question anyway.“Baptiste said she hid it inside of me. Is this true?”“Yes.”She was shocked by the validity of the news, but kept going. “Why?”“It was the safest option at the time. None would have suspected it.”“Safest option? I have people trying to kill me because of this thing ! They threatened to take it out while I was awake.”“My child, you must remain strong. The stone can be removed, but only with your permission.”Flossina didn't know whether to feel relieved or terr
He had another job to complete and this escapade,however informing it was, was taKing up his precious time. Whatever went on he would protect her and keep her safe. That was his vow...Flossina stared at the symbols etched on the page. They looked more like lines with symbols. She turned the page and read the words.‘Only when her heart is truly broken and all hope gone can the stone be used for the reckoning.’The words resounded within her, but she didn’t know why. She read on and on until she heard the night hymns. They reminded her of home. She felt closer to Baptise now. She had read his words. He had talked about her mother, and their successes.She closed the book and stood up then
General Torunn was not in a good mood. He hadn't been since the Princesses unexpected and rather dramatic escape. Not to mention, she had scoffed at his marriage proposal. He was furious at her disdain and wanted to make her pay. He just had to find her. He had over two hundred soldiers scouring the Kingdom and countryside for the past three days now and still, no luck.He watched, as the King was deteriorating before him. He had never thought the Jimson weed he had the palace healer prescribe for him would make him deteriorate so quickly. His thoughts went back to the Princess and the power he knew she possessed and he would possess, once he possessed her.He had tried reading the late Queen’s journal, but it was no use. It was all owls and lines and symbols. He had needed the help of that damned Royal Chancellor turned holyman, Bapti
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