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The Queen's Arrival

Now lying half dead in his bed, he knows of his surrounding as a tent. The stiffness of the mattress frustrates him. He can feel the loose rough clothes on his feet. Arthur raises his hand high in the air and gives it a smooth flip sensing the warmth of sun rays coming from an opening in the tent like a beam appointed to him. His hands feel cold, deadly cold. The wound in the chest makes his hand want to go straight down. He suddenly realises someone is watching him from afar. He turns his eyes toward the other end, which already feels like an eternity. Then those ferocious glittering stars turned mild as they met with that of Sarah. She approached him swiftly, looking into his eyes, and welcomed him to his new life with the best words she could cluster. Arthur heard her faintly.

He can now hear men groan around him as he has regained consciousness. Upon conceiving vividly that he is in some kind of hospital, his fears are vanquished. He now felt relieved. Sarah observing Arthur told him about his state of being injured on the eve of the battle. She revealed that he was brought here by his legionnaire off the war field after fierce competition with the enemies and that he had been unconscious for at least a fortnight. He thanked the men who brought him here in his heart as he had no force to conjure words. After briefly describing the exhausting course, he went to sleep again to recover his strength.

The following day, he opened his eyes because of the frequent shouts he heard as he could recall the groans of all his wounded warriors on the battlefield. He soon got out of the clutch as he saw the ravishingly inglorious Sarah standing close to his bed. She offered him some water, to which he agreed eagerly. Sarah was a local nurse practitioner. She seemed like a rose standing alone on a field burnt alive by its revengers. In her mid-twenties, she looked perfectly like a heroine from some romance. Mild courtesies were her daily chores. Days passed, and Arthur turned stubborn for complete recovery. Seemingly he was brought to a new life by the continuous improvements in his health. Credit goes to the beautiful Sarah, who cared for him like her own. Always stood upon his bed, helping him recover. He soon was able to walk.

One day when Sarah passed by, Arthur asked if she could give him a quick ride back to the area. He was turning weary of his bed. She profoundly accepted the invitation. Such beautiful her heart was. She could've been an almost absolute Lady if not for the war. He mourned as he mustered the strength to stand still. Soon they were on their way to surplus their eyes with the outer beauty. They talked superficially in that brief walk. She listened lovingly to whatever he said. This made him go through. He asked gently why is she a nurse. Why help the wounded when she could build her own life? Why stay behind when others leave? He simply searched for the motto she had. Apart from her immense divine beauty, she was a wonderful heavenly lady. Her answer prized him profoundly as she said, "The war is yours to wage. The wounds are mine to mend". His face went bright with a faint smile that made her want to feel his soft lips with hers as she was in love with him the first time she saw him. Arthur would have never denied such a masterpiece created by god with its perfect measures if he were not in absolute appetite for Katherine. His heart never allowed his mind to fancy anyone but her. This was the beauty of his liking. They demised the time talking. Ultimately, she rescued him back to the quarters and put him in bed, which he eagerly accompanied with a thorough sleep.

As they were widening their friendship came the news of the Queen's arrival at the stations. Sarah left briefly to interrogate her brother, Charles, as he told the officials about the decamping of the Queen's cathedral. She rejoined Arthur and told him of the footing. She offered him tea, and he took the cup off her hands and praised the maker.

A few hours later, deep in the afternoon, arrived the Queen. Banners were lit. Patrols overbalanced the residents. Arthur and Sarah visited the grounds to glance at their newly acquired Queen. To his utmost surprise, his stomach groaned as he saw the Queen. It was Katherine. His skin turned pale, his hands went cold, his eyes went red, and his head went crazy. Addled with the scene, he fell to the ground. Sarah, the one who did not know the situation, confusingly tried to recover Arthur, unknown of the facts and thought that he was sick. She redirected him back to his quarters and tried to cool him off. Sarah asked about the incident but was accompanied by absolute silence. She left in despair.

As soon as she left, his eyes filled with tears. He realised Katherine was gone. He couldn't even bear the thought of her being with someone else. But now he knows, HE KNOWS. Katherine is gone. She is someone else's now. He couldn't stop himself from scattering apart. The night was harsh. He cried like a child. Thousand different ideas struck his mind of ending this miserable life as what could be a life in which there is no Katherine. Then he said to himself, "Apart from all the miseries my life brought, you were my light. Now I'm lost. What am I to do? Why would you do this? Why not just kill with a single shot? Why torment me with the pain my heart has no room to bear? Why break my heart? Why do I have to die for every second again and again but not to sustain the spirit? It is the day I died. "The night went, and the suffering significantly intensified. The night that brought a thousand miseries with every memory it revised of Katherine was eternal. Honestly, the mortals suffer a lot.