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The Queen's Sorrow

I didn't know where we went wrong. First, we're happily married and planning on children, next, I'm out the drawbridge and on my way back to that blasted tower. As if I haven't had enough of it already.

I remember the shock I felt when he burst through my door, his brown hair flying and hazel eyes sparking with unhidden joy. He bowed elegantly, saying the words I had waited years to hear, "I'm here to rescue you."

At first, I thought it was a dream. Even though my mother had told me countless times that someone would rescue me, it's still a bit hard to believe until someone breaks down your door. He grabbed my hand and began pulling me down the stairs and through the numerous halls until finally escaping through the garden at the back of the deserted castle. I heard a windchime blowing, as I took that first step outside,the warm comfort of his hand in mine keeping me from fleeing through those halls and up those familiar stairs.

"Wh-who are you?" I remember stuttering. He told me later he thought it was endearing.

"I am Prince Jonathan. And you?"

"Princess F-faith," I mumbled. 

The rattle of the carriage startled me to alertness. The deep mahogany bringing to mind those haunting eyes. The eyes that ghosted my thoughts every moment of every day. The way he looked on our marriage day... I sighed, and was swallowed by the memory.

I looked at the ornate silver-edged mirror, not recognising the captivating girl with the moonlight hair before me. The intricate white lace drawing the eye to my shapely body, stealing the breath before you even knew it was gone. My brown eyes shining in the light, reminding me of the mother I hadn't seen in five years. I was handed the white bunch of flowers, 'bouquet' I reminded myself nervously. The moment was finally here, and I walked through the ddecorative arch that led to the garden...

I was dancing, spinning in the arms of my husband. Husband! I never really thought of marriage, let alone who to. The staircase entrance had nearly been my death, but I was lucky he was there to catch me; he always would be now.

A wetness on my face woke me this time. I raised my hand to my face, that hand he had once held, to find the source. Tears. I was crying. Over him of all people. I forced my mind to that  room; where everything fell apart.

He glared at me, as if it was my fault that I wasn't perfect, that I didn't please him. "Get out." The ice in his voice made me shiver, but I refused to go without a fight, I opened my mouth- "I said, get OUT!" Before he could say anything else, I pushed out the one question I had to know the answer to.

"Why."

"Because," he started, the acid in his tone unmistakeable, "I'm sick of having to defend you from the people, the people from you, and most of all, myself from YOU. Of all people, you should be the one to back me up. I'm sick of having to fight for everything. I don't enjoy waving a sword around. I don't enjoy making sure you won't get killed. You don't even know how to defend yourself against a small house bug!" He growled, his anger filling the room.

"Oh? And I suppose you have a ready-made solution?" The words burst forth before I could pull them back.

"Tamsyn!" He called, and gestured for me to turn around to face the door. "Faith, I would like you to meet the Lady Knight Tamsyn, my new Queen." They both smirked at me, Tamsyn looking like the cat that just got the cream. I gasped in outrage, and he nodded towards the door, indicating I should leave. I walked out that door, and the many that followed, holding the tears inside my heart.

The carriage stoped, and I snapped back into myself, pulling the sadness with me, holding it close; my last compainion. I stepped outside the carriage with dread weighing down my stomach. I looked at the wooden cottage, the last place before the end of the road. We were stopping because, after this, I would be locked back in my castle, and everyone needed a break before that happened. They all knew how much I hated it there, how much I would fight it.

It really was no wonder Jonathan had sent five palace guards with me; he knew what I would do.

The occupant of the small wooden house was an old wise-woman who knew what had happened to me just by seeing my face. She pulled me inside, holding me upright when I couldn't see well enough to do it myself.

As a Queen, showing obvious emotion was discouraged. This was the first time I forgot the training I had finished when I was locked in that cursed tower at thirteen summers. It was pushed behind, the sadness in my heart, the thing I had hidden for so long, suddenly came bursting forth. 

The tears rained down, and my broken heart shattered at my feet. The wise-woman guided me inside, shushing my wrenching sobs and picking up the pieces of myself I no longer had the strength or will to gather inside myself.

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