Desires of the Crown

19 - Rocky Waters in Rohan

My eyes opened briefly at the sudden change in the horses stride. We were beginning to slow as we approached what was either a large holdfast or a small castle - I wasn't sure.

There was a familiarity to the brickwork and over all gleam of the castle. Rivers flowed with viscous, gushing water in small streams around the castle.

A quick evaluation or the strong walls, high tower that peeked in the middle and strong presences of Jonathan's army made me think of it more of a small castle.

Was this his castle? If so, it was rather pathetic for a man so feared.

The gates opened and I held my breath for a moment of hesitation. I knew this place. It was familiar but I just don't seem to remember where or when I had seen it before. Perhaps I had read about it?

The gates revealed a small garrison alive with movement and commotion, people rushed about, carrying wood and hay and other objects of mute importance. Men polished swords while others tried their hand at the art of fighting but the one who had my attention was the man standing in the middle of the garrison biting on an apple.

His light brown hair and brown eyes were familiar, and so was the cheeky smile he greeted us with.

The horses came to a stop and I decided to keep my head down hoping that if this man was familiar, he wouldn't be able to recognize me. The King dismounted his horse and tied her up to the holding post before he turned back towards me.

He offered me his hand and pulled me down, carefully pulling me into his chest.

"Can you stand?" He asked me, his breath warm as it fanned the side of my neck sending a delightful shiver down my spine.

"I think so." I nodded my head and gently put more pressure on my leg. "Yes it's fine just still a little swore."

"It will be for a while." He turned his head and held me out at arms length. Demetri soon appeared behind me and took my hand in Jonathan's place, gently steading me.

"So this is where you disappeared too?" I smiled at him.

"Yes, had to take care of some business." He waved me off. "I'm glad to see you." He returned my smile, looking genuine.

I knew there was a hidden meaning despite his lack of the word: Alive.

"You too Demetri. Now, Where are we?"

I was still attempting to develop a mental map of where I had been.

"The Rivers of Rohan. Know it?"

I sucked on my bottom lip nervously. "Yes, I heard of it."

And I've visited it.

One more, quick glance at the man standing by the King, munching on his apple and my heart stopped for a brief moment in panic. His light brown hair was once a strong golden colour but his brown eyes and mischievous smile were still the same.

I knew him. I have been here before. The small castle hadn't changed much either, which was why it was still so familiar.

The King and the Man beside him began walking over towards us and I immediately bowed my head, not in respect, as I was sure he would interrupt it but in fear of recognition - he was always good with faces and quick to learn.

"Demetri, put the horses away we'll stay here for the night to see everyone is rested. Get Nicolai to help you." Jonathan ordered his knights into action.

"And who is this?" The Man spoke, referring to me. His voice was much deeper than I remembered - it suited him.

"None of your business." Jonathan snapped.