until the sword decides our fate

Chapter 5

Next to know about them being chosen, was Elizabeth from karkaz. her blue long dress reached the ground as she danced in her room in the morning, she turned around on  herself and her blond hair flipped with her, she wasn't beautiful, but she was confident, too confident, no even arrogant. She suddenly stood still as she saw the portrait of her parents on the wall, she stared at them with tears in her eyes, it was two years today since she had lost them, they were extremely good people, they smiled when they saw their children, they danced underneath the stars, they laughed at everything, their eyes were bright, filled with hope, they were kind, educated, smart, polite, the perfect royal couple, but they were gone now.
She heard footsteps, a tall figure appeared next to the door, it was Harry, her brother. He walked, stood still behind his sister and said, "I know you miss them, I do too.". She stayed silent, he put his arm around her shoulder, kissed her on the forehead announcing that he needs to talk to her...
He walked out and asked her to follow, she did as he asked, her blue shoes stepped on the white carpet in the hallway making the wood underneath crack, his brown boots stepped up to his throne, his chin, shoulders, head and chest up, to prove his confidence, the confidence that he didn't have, he thought everyone believed the act he had put on, although his legs shaked with fear, he was holding tears in his throat, it was clear, he thought to himself "who am I to sit on father's throne" and he had been repeating the same words in his mind for the past two years. Elizabeth on the other hand, stood still, with a numb expression on her face, a gaze fixed to the floor, not even she knew what was on her mind, silence ruled on the room creating a tiring, heavy ambiance that no one could handle and this have been going on for two years already.
Harry kept his words to himself because the thought of what he should've said at this moment lied in his head like a dark heavy ball forming a sore throat and a belly ache inside... And in a moment of silence amongst the others, the confidence he has held up these past 24 months melted and tears fell from his eyes, to the thought of this, Elizabeth ran up to him, holding him in her arms, whispering to his ear "I know, calm down", he allowed himself to let it out, gasping at every moment, trying to get out words that his little sister couldn't understand because of his heavy breathing, as he repeatedly said that sentence she finally heard what he had to say: "who will hold me this way if you leave", her eyes, filled with tears, drew confusion, "I'm not going anywhere" she said.
- Y... You have... have too! He answered
- I don't understand.
He explained that she was supposed to leave for a few weeks and that he had no choice but to send her after he drank a cup of water putting on a front of confidence once again.
She heard every word he said, her hand pressed on her chest, her eyes were wide open, she indeed had no choice but to leave, "I promise I'll come back" she reassured him. His eyes lit up in happiness like a child when he heard these words. "I need you to stay safe, take your spear with you" he said, "yeah don't worry" she spoke these words with fear for her life but it still calmed him down.
Her foot retraced back her steps from a few minutes ago, but this time with a heavy stomach, she grabbed her stuff and her spear, got back to the throne room where she saw a young woman that was Harry's friend, named sarah, he trusted her with his life so he wouldn't mind sending her with his sister to keep an eye on her. Goodbyes were exchanged, Sarah and Elizabeth walked out, a white horse waited on the door, Elizabeth sat on it sideways and Sarah stood beside it, guiding its steps. Elizabeth took a last look behind her looking at the palace waving goodbye to her brother, standing, his hands in his pockets, faceless.