Roya
"Maybe I'm just... sick..." I tell Christopher as he paces the room. "It's not possible, though" he argues back. "I only ever produced one flame. And even then, my mother could have just seen what she wanted to." He shakes his head, stops pacing, and comes closer. He stands in front of me. "Then lets make another." I look up at him. "Hold put your hands and focus. Clear your mind of thoughts and just... focus."
I lick my lips and let my hands fall in front of me. Empty... focus... clear. I think. I close my eyes and focus on the black surrounding me. I picture flames bursting in from black. A single spark. Then everything really does go black. I can't feel my arms, legs or anything. A spark ignites in the dark. It shapes a beating heart. A icy white forms and creates a body. My body. The blue of water creates a long, flowing dress around my naked body. And finally, my hair is created by a yellow gust of wind.
I'm fire in the heart, ice in the skin, water in the armour, and over all free as wind.
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I come too eventually, when? I do not know. But I do know I'm tucked in safely to my bed, layers of thick cotton and wool surround me. But yet, I still shiver and shake. I croak out something that sounds sorta like 'Christopher'. A body stands up from a chair in the far corner and comes near. A lamp lights on my bedside to reveal a woman's face. She has tan skin and a strong, angled nose. She has a dusting of freckles across her nose an cheekbones, and her red hair falls in waves around her.
"Shh, shh. You had a vision, sign of being queen." She attempts a weak smile. "Queen Adara, I'm so glad to finally meet you." I say, my voice rough and choppy. "Don't speak. It'll only hurt your throat more." She says, the tone she uses is one a mother would use to address their child. "Understand?" I nod once. She stroaks my hair. And watches me carefully as I drift back asleep.
Queen Adara
I couldn't help myself. When Christopher rushes into my chambers screaming that something was wrong with Roya, I had to go. My motherly instincts kicked in an I was up there in moments. I found Roya laying on her bed, shaking terribly. Christopher and I managed to get her in bed, covered in about six blankets. Then Christopher left. He had a shift at the palace gates.
The girl was innocent, and very vulnerable. And suddenly, I realized that I had nothing to be afraid of, she was a weak, small child. Just wishing to be expected by me and my court. She was so small and fragile. I had retreated into the corner for barely a moment when I say her eyes flicker open. She struggles to sit up. She lets out some sort of strangled cry. I stand briskly and walk over to crouch on the edge of her bed. "Shhh, shhh." I say when her eyes grow wide. "You had a vision, signs of being a queen." I murmur, tucking her in.
"Queen Adara, I'm so glad to finally meet you." She whispers, her voice quivering and rough. "Don't speak. It'll hurt your throat more." I say, tucking the sheets up to her chin. "Understand?" I say when she doesn't reply. Roya nods once. My hand automatically lifts up to stroke her hair, as a mother would a child. I study her features. A thin, delicate boned nose as thick eyelashes with large, greenish blue eyes. A sharp contrast to her silky black hair.
Her limbs are long but muscled, and I notice multiple burns on her hands, that lay sprawled across the flowered sheets. A couple of her fingers are a light blue from frostbite. I pierce my lips and reach across the bed to grab one of her hands. Heat, I think. Focussing it into the blue and permanently frozen parts. They return normal. I carefully study the burns. Red ad swollen. From before she gained the power. Christopher returns and I leave.
I head towards the library. I find Lady Tomberlin sitting hunched over in a desk studying a ancient book. "I'll be educating Roya for now, if that's okay." I say, learning over to catch the title of the book. Something about gods. "Oh, Queen Adara. Of course." Shesays smiling. My lips curve slightly. "She's a nice girl." I murmur. "She is indeed. Raised right, I tell you." She replies. I nod. "Best be going, have to stop at the seamstress." I say, then turn around to go. "Oh! Wait one moment!" Lady Tomberlin jumps up ad scurries over to me.
"Chrissy and Roya are getting quite close. Is that fine with you?" She whispers, lowering her voice. Envy strikes through me. "If she finds love, it is perfectly fine with me." I reply. I leave when she walks back to her book. I take a small stroll in the gardens to the seamstresses quarters. She lives in a small cabin surrounded by tall trees and flowers. A vine climbs up one of the walls of her cabin, flowers budded all over it. I knock on the small, pale pink door. The short, young seamstress answers. She bows.
"My dear, haven't I told you no bother bowing?" I say, raising my brow. My voice light and teasing. "Why, yes you have. I just fear you'll send the dear captain after me." She replies, her tone just as light. "Captain might be after you for more than one reason." I say quickly back. She blushes and giggles. "Anyway, come in." She says after her face has become normal colour again. I step over the threshold of the familiar, quiet work place.
Delta's few personal items are spread over a table in the far corner, close to a straw bed. I notice new silk sheets. "New sheets?" I ask. She nods sheepishly. "Left overs from your latest gown. There wasn't enough for another, so I made these." She walks over and strokes the plush comforter. "Good. I rather it get used than be thrown away." She comes back. "Anyways, what can I do for you?" Her young face radiates excitement. "Not exactly for me, but could you possible go to my heirs room tomorrow morning and take some measurements? I want to announce her to the public." She nods and scribbles some notes on a piece of parchment. "What type of style?" I pause. I haven't thought of that.
"A V-neck, open back. Make it long and make sure it flows well, red satin with gold stitching. And will you be able to get the ironsmith to create a nimble, fine gold tiara?" I ask. She nods. "Ready for...?" I bite my lip. "A week." I finally finish. She looks at me. "And a new gown for yourself?" I shake my head at Delta. "No, I'll find something suitable."
