Trilverda - Winds of the fall

Chapter 12

Scorching sun, felt like summer had arrived. Birds sat, chattering, upon the trees and inside the castle. King Melvis sat, the hot wind blowing in his face. The balcony looked like his private, even birds vacated it. His hollowness nearly had driven him insane. How did me brother know? This thought, this question had haunted him every day and every twilight. No thought of battle of revenge crossed his mentality. He sat on the balcony, every day and every dusk, thinking the same thing.

A lean, brown, bearded man came from behind, a tray filled with delicacies in his hand. He rested the tray in the table, his eyes glared at his King, pity. "Ya just eat once a day, me lord. Perhaps ya should talk to yer brother, pay ransom for his bail"

"I know ya miss him too, Belk. But me brother will kill him for murdering his son. The fact that the news of Gill's execution hasn't crossed me ear, it's more troubling" Melvis grabbed a bread to chew away his sorrow.

Belk poured wine in Melvis's cup. His face painted a blank picture, no emotions. "Perhaps yer brother has no strong evidence, maybe he has imprisoned him for inquiry"

"The assassin lives in Neamora, I believe he has spilled every truth about me and Gill" Kelvin said. "The assassin never showed us his face, all I remember is he carried a bow when he reported the completion of his assignment"

Belk sat on the floor, pampering Melvis's feet. "Please, do not overthink, me lord. I know Gill is not dead"

"Yes he is not, or else his death news would be everywhere, just like the news of his imprisonment" Melvis sipped the wine, its bitterness, only something that could drown his sorrow.

Both men watched the sky, the kingdom lay in front of their sights. Soldiers bullied weak farmers and young girls, just a normal day in Olfran. Just one thing, a good laugh had been missing since his return.

It had been a tiring wait inside their well-made rooms, the sun almost drowned. Reynor had been sleeping for a long time now, his journey in the ship rendered him somewhat tired, though he spent most of his time eating the piss-fish to suppress his motion sickness. Timmer didn't enjoy his lazy partner's company in the room. He sat on the floor, sliding a stone back and forth through his knife's edge. A knife, well hidden in the leather sheath around his biceps, a trait of being an assassin.

Thudding on the door, Timmer hid his knife and leapt over Reynor, punched him. "Wake up, lazy bear" Reynor startled and rose from the bed, put on his robes. His eyes were sticky, he had been drooling during his sleep. Timmer looked at his face, turned away in disgust. Is this what his wife would see in the future? He went to the door and pulled it inside.

Jubin stood there, alone. "It is time Crustonian King" he peeked through the door, Timmer's body blocked his eyes from glancing the filthy King. "The King is awake and is sitting on his throne. He wishes to be introduced to you".

Reynor stood and cleaned his face, woke his senses up, splashed water from a nearby mud pot. "Yes yes, I am eager to know him as well"

Timmer had something else in his mind, the thought had haunted him since he sat on the voyage. He glanced at Jubin, eyebrows raised and forehead wrinkled. "Has the Queen arrived?"

"No, but she should arrive before the feast" Jubin replied.

Reynor stood behind Timmer, his face had colours when he heard feast. Timmer still had the look of discomfort. "And has the leader of the Sky Blood arrived?"

Jubin stretched his lips sideways. "I suppose we all will know when the son of God arrives"

Reynor rested his heavy arms on Timmer's shoulder. "Let's go to meet the hero of every man around the world"