The Queen's Qwest

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Sorry for such a long wait, I have been doing a lot and haven’t had time, So Busy!  Writers block sucks too. It just never ends.

Coming around the corner opposite the gym, Dashle spies through the glass the queen and his Ava. She can hold her own, he thinks with a grin on his face and rubbing his cheek where she hit him. They should be heading for the kitchen for her lessons, but he’s thankful he got to see the little spitfire in action. Watching her with the queen he sees a different person then his meek wife and a complete opposite of the whiny ass baby in his shower. This women is strong and confident. Giving her all even when she cant win. Watching through the glass he sees hope for the world, as Ava throws Tabby to the ground, his hands automatically start clapping, once he realizes what he is doing, he disappears. 

“ Dashle, were you spying on us?” the queen says as he appears in the office not expecting her to be there. 

“Holy shit, don’t do that!” jumping and turning to face her. 

Letting out a quick giggle and patting his shoulder, “ It’s not polite to spy or stare or hold back praise. You should let her know you saw. And let her know you were proud of her.” 

“She would only get mad again, I messed it all up.” he says hanging his head in shame. 

Lifting his chin with her pointer finger, “You can fix it, you have to fix it, stop worrying and give her a day or two then try talking to her, Nicely Dashle.” 

“I try to be nice but I can’t. She drives me insane. Her smell, her fire, her attitude, her blood.” shamefully holding eye contact with the queen. Hoping she takes him seriously, almost begging with his eyes. 

Being the powerful women she was, she dismissed him and sent him to the king. “Ask my husband how to handle it. I can only see this from her side, sorry.” waving him off.

“ But Tabby, my queen, please you see who she is, you see what she needs, you are becoming her friend, help me please?” tears starting to brim his eyelids.

“Poor sweet Dashle, you need your king now, I am a female, I can’t help you, he knows more then I do about your feelings, I’m no good at mans feelings but I see why she is angry, don’t you see, I can’t help you. I shall tell him your in need.” holding his face in her hands. 

“I don’t see. We have always been a little rough around the edges. She was never so vulnerable. She has changed so much. What do I do?” Scratching his head and starting to pace. 

“My Dashle, you have changed to, and not just into what you are but your personality also, you need my husband, go ask him your questions. I have a lesson to teach.” disappearing to the kitchen to teach a lesson she don’t want to.

Dashle paces his office looking for answers to all his problems, an end to all the anger between him and Ava. Carlton appears before Dashle, a weird expression and a message from the King. 

“Master Dashle, Your majesty, the King is asking for you. He wants you as soon as soon as possible. Please hurry” Carlton says breathless and out of sorts.

“Why, what’s wrong? What has happened?” He asks panicked.

“I don’t know, he don’t give me a reason. Please just hurry, he did seem in a state.” Disappearing to avoid Dashles wrath. 

“Our majesty is expecting you.” The guards open the doors and Dashle finds himself in the royal chambers with a king in sweats. 

“Your majesty” Dashle says as he clears his throat.