The queen sat at the desk in her study with a glass of wine beside her. She occasionally took a sip while reading through her daughters diary.
Petr knocked on the door and entered the room.
"What are you reading?"
"Moiras diary." She replied in a soft worn out voice.
"Why are you reading it?"
"I'm trying to figure out why she left." She flipped through the rest of the pages then closed the book.
"Do you reckon it's because of the dragons?"
"Probably." She took a sip of her wine and offered Petr a glass, he shuck his head in deny.
"Are you alright. You seem to be drinking a lot of wine." Petr asked looking at the empty jug.
"No Petr, no I'm not alright. In the past twenty-four hours I've lost my mother and my daughter. How are you alright?" She replied seeming quite angry.
"I'm not. I'm just coping better."
"Coping better!" Ysmay exclaimed. "Our daughter has ran away. She's a princess, do you know what people would do to her if they found her!"
"I've sent out some guard, they will find her."
"And what if they don't?" Ysmays expression went from angry to sad.
"They will."
"But what if..."
"Ysmay, they will." The king walked to his wife and held her close. He let go and returned to his seat facing her.
He pulled a letter out of his pocket.
"It's from your brother, in return to the first letter we sent him, about the dragons."
"What does it say?"
The king unraveled the letter and began to read it.
King Petr II
I understand that you are the king and it is your job the protect the people of Corhoen, but I don't think that killing all dragons will help. Many people like dragons and, may, dislike you as a king if you decide to kill them all. Please reconsider this decision. My daughters dragon is a very small type of dragon and will not do harm to anyone.
Please reconsider and write back.
Carik, Lord of Fellfork.
The king rolled the letter back up and placed it on the desk in front of him.
"Are you going to reconsider, or write back?"
"I'm not reconsidering, I am the king and he shall not get a say in my decisions. But yes I will write back."
The king got up and left the room. Ysmay had the last of her wine before taking Moiras diary back to her room.
On her way to her mothers room her eldest son stopped her.
"Mother, I need to talk to you about something."
"If this is about that girl you want to marry, I don't have time."
"It is, but mother just..."
"Arran no, your not marrying her your marrying someone fit for a prince. We will take later." Ysmay stepped aside and passed her son.
She stud beside her mothers dead body lying on the bed. She pulled the blanket of her face to see it.
"She was beautiful." She said to herself.
A guard entered the room followed be the king.
"What do you want them to do with her?" The king asked. "Where will she be buried?"
"In Fellfork, next to my father."
"Will you go there, or..."
"No, just her, Carik can do it." She pulled up the blanket to cover her face and left the room.
"Sent her to Fellfork. Have the carriage guarded." The king told the guard.
"Yes, your majesty." He replied bowing.
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If Wings Can Heal
FantasíaThe king has recently decided that all dragons are dangerous and must be killed. But some people don't agree. The kings daughter flees the capital to get help from her uncle and stop her father. Meanwhile the elves are planning a way to finally take...
