Let It Burn - NaNoWriMo14

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

The following three days passed in a blur, Elsa and Ayla threw themselves into impressing their father. King Enver watched his daughters closely but made sure that he spent as much time with his wife Queen Reva as possible since he knew that her time on earth was drawing to a close.

His fears were confirmed during the early hours of the morning of the coronation day when Queen Reva’s eyes closed for the last time and her heart beat its last. King Enver rose to his feet before asking one of the maids to ‘tell the girls’ she nodded her head and scurried out of the room and down the corridor. After a few moments of utter silence an agonised scream echoed throughout the halls before footsteps were heard rushing to the Queens bedchamber, Ayla burst through the doors with tears streaming down her face. She threw herself over her deceased mother’s body and wept into the crook of her neck; by this point Elsa had also entered the room. Her composure was perfect except for the few tears that fell over her cheeks.

‘Ayla, come we must go back to bed. Let papa grieve’ Elsa rested her hand gently on her sisters back ‘our mother is dead and you expect me to sleep! How can you even think that I’d be able to do that and how can you be so calm. Don’t you even care’ Ayla screeched angrily with tears still flowing down her face ‘of course I care, she was my mother too but we must put our feelings aside for the sake of our kingdom, one of us will be crowned tomorrow. We have to be strong’ Elsa replied with hurt in her eyes. Ayla stared at her sister in disbelief before storming out of the room leaving fiery footsteps in her wake which Elsa quickly extinguished; ‘I’m sorry papa, I’ll leave you be. See you in the morning’ Elsa gently kissed King Enver’s cheek then made her way to the door but not without one last look at her beloved mother who lay peacefully on her bed.

Elsa glanced at Ayla’s door as she walked towards her own room and felt a pang of guilt wash over her. She didn’t mean to sound like she didn’t care, she cared deeply and inside she felt as though her heart had been sliced in half by a serrated sword. But she knew that a Queen would be strong and put on a brave face for the sake of her kingdom, if she gave into grief she knew that she would never prove herself worthy of being Queen.