Gawain "Uh...Little help here?" My back was turned to her as she was getting into a gown I had instructed her to. Her chief maiden was here with a couple of other maids to help her out. She had been acting strange all morning. She was being nice. Too nice. Perhaps,my words had gotten to her last night. Or it could be that she needed something. Either ways, it would not pass me by. I heard her groan and I was tempted to see why but she had specifically said not to turn around. "This is not necessary. I can't wear these horrifying things. I can't even breath in them. Could you please help me out of them? Please?" She pleaded. I found it weird that she would actually plead with a maid. The consorts in the palace took little or no time in bossing their maids around and this one seemed to be making acquaintances. I turned around and gazed upon her, neglecting her instructions. I could not deny the fact that she looked very stunning in the lilac gown that hugged the u

Hera "Take it from someone who has seen more years than you'll ever dream of spending on earth. Constantly trying to ruin somebody's life will end in your own ruin, Hera. I have no interest in Ajax and for your own good, Hera, leave him be. I see where you're headed and it's not going to end well. Not for you at least."Elpis's words replayed in my head, over and over again. "Do you think her words are finally coming to pass?" I asked,putting the needle I held into the piece of cloth I was almost done with embroidering. "No, Mother. Do not worry about these things. You did what you had to do." The needle suddenly dug into my index finger and I dropped the cloth abruptly. I winced and sucked on the finger. "Are you alright, Mother?" Dameon asked as he rushed beside me and knelt in front of me. I pulled out my finger from my mouth and brought it down to look at it. Dameon took it and rubbed it,worry etched on his forehead. I observed him for a while before speak

Evanara "I didn't push her." I told Prince Dameon who was hell bent on getting me punished. He looked away from me and to Queen Mother who was trying her best to look as pitiful ever. I didn't understand why I was forced to stand in the middle of the court in front of the King and other weird looking people. I had done nothing wrong. The only reason I still stood here was because Gawain warned me never to disregard the members of the court no matter how tense the situation got. "Do you suggest the Empress Dowager is lying?" A very old man who sat next to Emperor Ajax, Gawain' father asked me,looking at me strangely. I had never seen him in the castle before and his clothes were different from ours. The red of his cloak was really eye catchy. He was covered in a red cloak that swallowed his whole body up I couldn't even see what he wore inside. I could not help but imagine what I would look like if I wore something like that . Ugh. The color would contrast with my hair and I'd really

Evanara The Empress's silver hair was plaited beautifully to keep every strand in place. Such beautiful work. She walked through the huge doors into a vast hall way. Princess and Ladies, more than I'd seen together in one place walked ahead of us. I had thought the palace was a serene environment for only the royal family. What section of the palace was this? Why were there so many here? "The Grand Empress to pass through the Court!!! "Someone shrieked behind me. I would have looked backward to see who it was had the orderly movement not struck my eye. The women froze at first then immediately recovering from their shock, the ones closest to the right side of the wall, moved to it and the ones closest to the left side move to it, thus creating more than enough space for ten people to pass through. I stole a glance at the old empress as she moved, hands behind her back like she was inspecting. Grand? The previous King's mother? A really weird monarchy this is. It was no wonde

Evanara I'd woken a few hours ago in my chambers, in fresh clothes and had found Gawain nodding off at the edge of my bed, head leaning on one of the poles made from the furniture of my bed. One movement from me and he jerked upwards. Murmured that my child was fine and a few other things I no longer remembered. When I asked what had happened, he murmured again about going to get me food from the kitchen. Before I could ask where my maids had gone, he was out the door. The door swung open and Gawain walked in, tray in his hands. He looked around the room as if to find a suitable table to place the food atop but he shrugged and placed it on the bed beside me. He stood there and peered down at me. I frowned at him. He frowned back and inclined his head towards the plate of roast chicken and soup and fruits on another plate. I rolled my eyes and sat up, folding my legs in front of me as i dug in. It tasted fabulous and it took me a few minutes of stuffing m