Two of the Same

Chapter Two *Gwyn*

Chapter two

Gwyn sat up straight in the infirmary bed her heart racing. She gasped to regain her breath feeling as though she were on the verge of death.

"Your Highness!" the nurses all rushed to her side fussing over her doing god knows what. Dazed Gwyn looked around trying to figure out where she had just woken up at.

"Where am I?" she mumbled unsure as the light began to hurt her eyes.

"The infirmary Majesty, please lie back, you are not well." One of the attendants said trying to push the princess gently back down. Gwyn pushed back not wanting to lie down, knowing that she had to find her father; she had to speak to him about her dream.

"Leave me," she said sitting up and swinging her legs around the side of the bed despite the fussing of the other attendants. "I must find my father." she said as she got to her feet. Unsteadily she made her way out of the infirmary and down the hall way where she passed one of her young pages sent to wait upon, it was Carter. He stood up the moment she opened the door, furiously fixing his tunic as he tried to make himself look presentable even though his eyes were red and his hair disheveled. He must not have left since she had been admitted. Her heart softened toward the young boy.

"Milady, are you well?" he asked nervously twirling his hat in his hands. Gwyn smiled and smoothed down the boy cow lick.

"Yes Carter I am, thank you." She smiled and was about to say something more when suddenly like a thunder clap in her consciousness a sudden foreign anger filled her soul swallowing her heart. Gwyn could feel her face grow pale as her stomach turned within her. She pressed her palm against her forehead to fend off the sudden onslaught of dizziness.

"Tyrain." She whispered there was something wrong.

"Milady, are you alright?" Carter's voice reached Gwyneth from far away and it took her a moment before she could respond.

"Where was my father supposed to be this afternoon?" She asked her voice shaking.

"The map room, he was meeting with his advisors but-" Gwyneth turned on her heel without waiting for the rest of the answer. Her pale gold dress rustled around her feet as she hastened down the hallway, her footsteps echoed through the towering halls as she raced through them. The panic was no longer foreign, but her own. 'Tyrain what's going on?'

Incomprehensible shouting was emanating from the room at the end of the corridor.

"If we don't do something then who will?" Gwyneth recognized her brother raised voice.

"I will not authorize the unwarranted attack on the Lucians; we are not going to open our borders to war again!" Gwyn pushed her way through the heavy wooden door that stood ajar before her. Tyrain had his hand planted on the table looming menacingly over the King who was seated in a high back chair looking very calm except for a fire that blazed behind his iridescent eyes. She was shocked to see her brother's once luminous dark hair now palling in comparison to her own, almost a shadow of its once beautiful darkness it was now a pale gray bordering on white. Gwyn could feel the anger rolling off of her brother in wave, threatening to overpower her with nausea.

"You're a fool father, a damn fool and when this Kingdom is mine-"

"That's where you're wrong Tyrain, because this Kingdom will never be yours." Her father's voice was cool, emotionless. Like a knife through her heart Gwyneth felt the shock floor her, she felt her brother's shock. Her father's eyes flicked over to her face with a knowing glint.

"You would deny me the crown; my rightful place on the throne?" Tyrain demanded incredulously

"This Kingdom will never be under your control." The King said still seated and calm. Tyrain laughed harshly.