I FIGHT FOR MY KINGDOM

Chapter one

I sat by the bed on a cold night as winter drew nearer to the kingdom. Ancora wasn't always this cold in the late autumn season, but it seemed like with the loss of my father, king Stephen, and the constant threat of Raven at our door, the wind blew fiercer and the cold moved faster up the mountain. I pulled the blanket up over Edmond's body and laid it under his neck. He lay still, in a deep sleep, as he had for weeks. I stared down at him and wondered what it would be like to see him wake before my eyes. Would he be happy to see me? I would be ecstatic to see him if the situation was reversed.
I needed him so much, and it was nights like these when the cold seeped into my bones that I missed the warmth of him the most.
Raven, a shape-shifting Fae, slit his throat on the day I killed Maleficent, the same day my father died by Maleficent's hand. My only option was to let Merryweather give Edmond a gift, And in doing so she allowed Fauna, who was a Healer, to place Edmond into a sleeplike state so he wouldn't die. I wasn't certain how it would work, but I stayed to watch as Merryweather bestowed a gift to Edmond that night. She whispered it so softly. Her gift came out of her as if it were a light that traveled to Fauna, who took it and placed it onto Edmond. I watched as his eyes slid closed, and he fell right to sleep.

If I didn't allow it, he would have bled out right in my arms, and I would have lost him forever. A future without him just wasn't possible. How could I go on without Edmond?
He wasn't exactly here with me now, but at least I know he would be all right. He wouldn't die by Raven's hand. While he slept, Merryweather and Flora searched the land for a cure and for any sign of Raven's return. Fauna came daily to heal Edmonds neck using her fairy powers. We didn't want him to get an infection and have it cause more damage to his body. She told me once that she learned to be a Healer from her own mother many years ago which I am thankful for.

Edmond's wound looked better as each day passed; a thick angry scar replaced the open slash that was there before. I would never be able to see anything else but the gash Raven cut into him with her knife. It haunted my dreams and came into my thoughts on lonely days.
The feeling of sorrow never went away when I visited Edmond. He was asleep, and I was awake. We were not able to be together-not really.
Life seemed unfair to us both.