Knightress

My beginning

It was another beautiful, sunny day in the kingdom Satella. The wind wasn't blowing too hard, but hard enough to make the air cool. The sun was partially hidden by the clouds now and then, casting shadows on the land then lettint the light shine again.

The children in the town played cheerfully as their parents worked in their individual buisnesses, which were more often than not in their two story cottages. The source of this happiness and peace sits on a throne made of the softest fabric and the most beautiful wood carvings in his mansion. The King is doing his regular work; ordering food, clothes, other necessities, making letters to other kingdoms to offer assistance.

He wore no crown, for he saw no reason to wear one. In his opinion it meant that he was like past kings who acted as if they had more power than they really had. Everyone knew or of the King. Mostly from his generosity and kindness.

His brown and grey hair is tidy and short, slicked back by gel as to not cover his face. His eyes are a beautiful electric blue that only show kindess. Under his eyes he carried no bags, for a king must look his best when attending any matter. His lips are plump, but only a little, and are the color of a light pink rose. Even though the King goes out in the sun often, his skin remains the color of apricot. The only sign of his 41 years is the grey hair he has.

The King thinks of himself as more of a president than a king, but the leadership from them in the far past was dreadful, therefore getting rid of the term president. Because of this thinking, he is content with normal clothing such as dress shirt, pants, and shoes.

Our leader is a kind hearted, head strong, good-willed, wonderful person. He's given the needy homes, clothes, and food. Usually such treatment leaves a good impression and these people bring others, allowing the kingdom to grow in population and wealth. I was one of those lucky people. I was three, and he barely thirty, when he found me walking down an abandoned street. I can't remember anything from before then.

When I had first gotten to the castle, the King introduced me to his wife. Both had said I could call them my parents and I did, but i stopped somewhere along the way. The Queen had the brightest blonde hair that outshone the sun and it lay on her shoulders in soft curls. Her eyes were a gorgeous violet, a rare color that passed to one family member in each generation of the Queen's family, the Creselles. Her skin was as white as the whitest rose and was flawless, no hint of aging anywhere. After our meeting, she allowed me to see her only daughter. She was a very small baby and I instantly felt a strong connection form. I could tell that she would look just like her mother when she opened her eyes to reveal the same violet.

"Her name is Lilabeth," The Queen said," and her last name is the same as yours."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

She nodded. "She's a Camden."

"Then...what's my name?"

She brought her hand up to her chin while the other held Lilabeth. After a couple minutes of thinking, she spoke.

"Roren. Roren Camden. " She smiled and I smiled as well.

As I had adjusted to my new life, the King called me to his throne room. He made a deal with me that as long as I'm to live with him, I am to become a knight. I didn't understand why he said that. 'I'm a girl'. I had thought, but I accepted which began my training.

The Queen became terminally ill when I was nine and Lilabeth barely seven. Lilabeth didn't understand what was going on and no one wanted to explain it to her. The three of us basically lived in her room for her last week. Everyday the King would call her name and she the same.

"Raya.." He whispered.

"Eli..." She answered.

They did this everyday until she didn't answer back... she held both Lilabeth and I in her arms as she held the King's hand when she took her last breathe. Her last words were, "I love you all."

The town mourned her death for many months, but our King remained strong and kept taking care of everyone. I was amazed as to how he could keep going...and from then on, I wanted to be just like him. I trained hard, always pushing myself to be the best that I could be.

It wasn't until then that Lilabeth and I started to see less and less of each other. I rarely saw Lilabeth since she was learning how to be a proper princess. Occasionally she would sneak out onto her balcony to watch me since my training grounds were right outside her room. This gave me the motivation to work harder.

I swear to a greater power that every time I saw Lilabeth, she grew more beautiful and mature. It wasn't until I was fourteen that I figured out what kind of feelings I had toward her.