Light lamenting the high gold walls in streaks, red banners all over, statues of soldiers on their horses fighting for life and the grand throne with the king sitting viciously on it, looking at the crowd of people not supposed to be there.
He's expected us.
But, through all that, stood one thing in particular; Elijah.
And though I can only glance at his back, but I know him all too well.
I've studied all those curves of muscles accentuated by the white tunic he's wearing.No, no no no. This cannot be him!
He looks back at me with an emotion I can't quite pin.
He smiles and turns over to his king as he says, "they've arrived, your majesty!"I can't help the tears pooling in my eyes.
As though I've been stabbed from behind.Betrayal.
I notice Fredrick's intense gaze - who seems to be rather worried.
The moment I look at him I can't help but cry all my tears.
A familiar face. A familiar face that I for some reason have no doubts trusting.
One that I've undoubtedly grown fond of.The king's chuckles place me right back where I'm supposed to be.
Battle field.If I'm to fix my mistakes I shan't let my feelings take over.
Revenge doesn't sound so bad right now, and I'll do anything to get to it.I fix posture, flex my back muscles and stand taller than any of them.
"I hope we're not interrupting king's last moments with his throne."I hear mother chuckle.
But surprisingly, so does the king."Oh, Augustine, was it son?" He stands up, and turns towards us.
Son.
Son.
I will make sure he'll pay the price for that too.
"I must say, I was not expecting a pretty little thing like you to have such confidence.""She'll be the end of you, might as well bow to her now, Tristan. Because one day you'll be bound to!"
"Oh, Beatrice. The love of my life- or at least, damaged goods of that."
My mother clenches her teeth at that.
What?
"Surely you know queens make bad rulers?"
But mother doesn't halter and rather takes a couple of steps towards him, standing just a few centimetres away of him, but standing way taller.
Like the queen she is.
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Historical FictionAn assassination. A monarchy. A depriving love. Augustine amongst her crew ride along a quest. A quest to assassinating a prince. A hazardous menacing game that brings forth feelings blurred by lines of what is and what isn't. Only to have the large...