Dragonworld: The Drive For Power

Part 16: Court Intrigue

Two faces of a lady 

Lady Estera was enjoying the rays of the morning sun. Spread in front of her were the vast gardens of the country palace. Situated about an hour ride by carriage outside the city, it was her favorite place.

Only there could she truly relax. As the queen, the main wife of the king, she had to put on two faces. One, public, shown to the outside. The second, the private one was rare. It was reserved for only a few people, and places. The country palace was one of the few places where she could show her real self.

Sitting in an opulent leather seat placed outside, she could observe in peace. The great gardens surrounding the palace stretched out like a meticulously planned canvas. Neatly arranged flower beds, bursting with a plethora of colors, lined the well-kept pathways. Marble fountains adorned with sculptures stood as focal points, offering a refreshing ambiance.

Intricately designed hedges and shrubs bordered the garden sections, adding a touch of order to the sprawling landscape. Each corner held its own charm, from secluded benches for quiet contemplation to open spaces for gatherings.

The air carried a mix of floral scents, creating a refreshing and pleasant atmosphere throughout the expansive grounds. Lady Estera took a deep breath. She always loved the smell.

"Mother, I am here," said a voice from behind.

She turned to see her son, Plamus the Younger. He stood there, dressed in a white shirt embroidered with gold. The pants were narrow, ending where thick black boots began.

Lady Estera waved.

"Mother, I bring you some news," said young Plamus.

She motioned for him to speak.

"There is trouble stirring up on our northern borders," said the prince.

"What type of trouble? Hope nothing too serious," the queen's brows furrowed, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at her son.

"Nothing we can't take care of. Just some peasants have armed themselves, and burned down buildings in a village. They are in rebellion against the king. Reports say they were probably paid off by agents from Baudan," said Plamus.

"Oh no. Have troops been dispatched to restore order?" The queen had a worried look on her face.

"They are being sent as we speak. I am to join them," said the prince.

"Be careful please, son," the tone of the voice betrayed a certain anxiety.

"Don't worry, mother. I can take care of myself. If I am to be the ruler of these lands someday, I need to show the will to lead," replied Plamus.

"I know. It's that you are my son and I worry."

"There is no need to worry. We are strong, and we will crush them. The perpetrators will be punished. That's what we will do. It will be quick and easy," said the prince, resolve in his voice.

The mother looked at him, not saying a word. When a bond between the mother and her children is strong, no words are needed. Her heart jumped every time she saw him.

She was happy she could spend time with her son. Yet, there was this ever-present feeling of dread. She was scared of what the future would bring.

A mother's sense of needing to protect her child at all costs was strong with her. Despite him being a grown man, all she wanted to do is put him between her arms and never let him go. 

The prince lingered a little while longer, but in his mind he was already on the battlefield. His troops were waiting for him.

"It was nice seeing you, mom, but duties await," exclaimed the prince as he was getting ready to leave.