In a castle veiled by the mists of Scotland, a Queens reign shimmers like a tempest's eye-a beacon of strength amidst the encroaching darkness.
Beside her, Caius, the enigmatic king consort, wields his loyalty like a blade, his heart a fortress aga...
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*the training yard*
January thirteenth, 2012.
Caius.
The chill of January lingered over the castle, its ancient stones absorbing the cold air that drifted in from the rugged coast. The castle sat proudly just on a cliff of Scotland where the queen's heritage was deeply rooted, its dark silhouette a stark contrast against the grey cloudy skies, its battlements a grim silhouette with the backdrop of the rolling sea.
The training yard was expansive just as she had requested, surrounded by stone walls that echoed the sound of combat.
I stood, clad in a simple tunic and loose trousers, my eyes closely scrutinising the queensguard spar. My attire was practical, granted it was not my finest silks but alas, it was designed for ease of movement rather than ostentation. Silver hair was tied back and my keen eyes continued to track the fluid movement of the warriors before me.
The queensguard, dressed in dark, fitted garbs that allowed for both protection and agility, moved with a lethal precision.
Jane and Alec sparred with an intensity that left little room for error, their twin powers a deadly dance.
Felix and Demetri, with their contrasting statures and brute strength, clashed in a show of sheer force.
As I watched, there was a pang of nostalgia for the days when I was able to unleash my anger on the battlefield.
The thrill of it all.
The taste of another man's scream.
The sound of distant cries
It was all a part of me that had lain dormant for too long and in truth... I missed it.
I often wondered when such a time would come again, when I could give in to that darkness and allow it to consume me.
A shadow loomed over those thoughts, a niggling feeling that peace was all but a fragile illusion. It was no secret that my wife had her enemies, beings who had sworn themselves to Aro and still clung to his cause, waiting for their moment to strike.
