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CHAPTER 8- THE FESTIVAL OF THE GODDESS
March 17, 1645
Ravenswood Castle
The Walled City of Arcadia, Capital of Ivaris
-King Seth Liam Ivaris XV-
What have I done?
I looked around me and I was in my study. I came here after the scene at Adrienne's room. I slowly sat on my chair and was about to place my head in my hands. But I saw the blood.
Adrienne's blood coated my hands.
It seems that I couldn't do anything right. I hurt her. She almost died for me and I hurt her. She saved my life and I rewarded her by tearing open her wounds. Gods, what should I do now? She's going to hate me. And knowing her fiery spirit, I'm in for a lot of hate and for a really long time.
"She told me that I did my part and that you'll protect me now but she was wrong!" her words were like a blow to my gut. It hurt worse than any of the wounds I've incurred in battle. I wanted to protect her. Something in her calls out to me. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to hold her close. I wanted to be with her. But what I did was to hurt her instead.
"A woman talked inside my mind! Her name was S-s-selene... She t-told me that I have to p-protect you! She called you Aiken and then showed me a vision of what was to happen!"
Those words were what surprised me the most. I thought I was going mad before! I kept on dreaming about two people. I was the man and a woman who looked so much like Adrienne called me Aiken while I called her Selene. I've had many dreams about her and she and Aiken seemed to be lovers.
Gods, what sorcery is this! What do these dreams mean and what role does Adrienne play in all of this? Am I being made a fool or is there some sort of greater power at work here?
"Destiny." A husky voice said in my head.
I clutched my head in my hands. I really must be going mad and I'm hearing voices inside my head. No, this can't be! I'm the King of Ivaris!
With one swipe of my hand, all the stacks of papers, instruments, ink and quills on the desk came crashing down on the floor. I grabbed one of the papers from the floor and not caring whether it was some important letter, I used it to wipe the blood off my hands.
Afterwards, I poured myself some brandy and then sat back in my chair and downed the contents in one gulp. Then I poured myself another one.
And another.
And another.
I kept pouring and drinking until I was numb.
Until I forgot everything.
-Adrienne-
"Hush now, child..." the healer said softly as she tended my wounds. The pain was so intense that I felt as if my back was being burned.
The healer clucked as she removed my bandages and saw the wounds. "I'll have to stitch this again." She declared. I looked at her with fear in my eyes and my hands were shaking. "Do not worry... I have some salve to numb the pain. You won't feel a thing."
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