A Queens Sorrow

Chapter 5: The Rain

The travel up the mountain was perilous...

So far I've stubbed my Sandaled foot on a small rock, Fallen down a small ravine, accidentally stabbed juke in his hand while trying to build us cover and cuddled under the stars. Only one of these things I enjoyed.

We now sat in a log cabin. My parents home away from home to be precise. Juke sat by the small engraved fireplace enjoying the small pleasantries. The hot chocolate mug is left hand instead of his usual right hand. Me - I sat in the window, watching the rain trickle down upon the mountain forrest trees and muddied ground. I studied every drop, every ripple, my hands covered now in my bigger-than-me hoodie. I slide the window slightly ajar, the crisp winter air felt good against my pale scarred skin. My dagger still placed at my side just in case. "Juke!" I called out, his curly brown locks quickly following his head in my direction. "Yes Babe?" I loved when he called me that. "I think the sound of rain is so calming" I proclaimed softly, trying not to break the utter tranquility I felt. With the creamy milk mustache over his usually handsome face he spoke "I do as well, me and my father used to go hunting around here, the deer never stood a chance". I chucked and sighed looking back outside the window before stating "boys will be boys". All the while standing up walking over to the handcrafted wooden table grabbing a chair and a book off the book shelf and immersing myself in its pages.

The lights flickered as it heard thunder. Although I paid it no mind now as much as I used to. The sound of the rain and the amazing action in these pages were enough to put me asleep and that's exactly what I did.

My eyes opened I was back at the castle. My father and mother now whispering over who should do the punishing. My eyes closed once more and I was in my bed locked and chained down. Shackles along my wrists and ankles. I yelled out "mom!" "Dad!" Nobody came just a large banging on my bedroom door.

I awoke. There was a short brisk knocking on the cabins wooden doors. The front and the back. And I knew who it was. "Who was - Shh!" I interrupted. They circled for a minute or so. They're foot prints leaves small indentations in the scarcely flurried mud and sleet that embraced the mountain air and dirtied the white Forrest ground, before knocking one more time peering in through my favorite jarred window seeing the fire lit, they burst inside, the remains of a door that was a previous heirloom shattered under his metal boots.

I stood ready to react. My dagger at the ready. Juke stood at the back exit prepared to burst through it if necessary. The first guard jabbed at me with his Halberd. I briskly Parried the tip of it before lifting the edge of it and grabbing it off the man. He reached for his sword. Before he could I jabbed the halberd through his throat. Blood spurted out his nose and mouth. Juke gasped at the ungodly sight. I only smirked as the guard fell to his knees. The others following behind us as we fled out the back Juke still paralyzed from my violent tendencies before.

Nightfall came, we cuddled up once more, the stars bringing me peace and comfort. The sound of footsteps still stood loud and raging back in the cabin they had informed the king of my misdeeds and he released a wanted posted that read "Princess Elena, Wanted: Dead or Alive.

But I wasn't worried about it. I knew I could handle myself. Although I acted innocent mostly. I was truly a seasoned knight after all.