oblivion

fourteen: instinct

Victoria, Louis, and Juan took a break from walking and lied down on the hard grass for a breather and rest. "Why did this have to happen?" Victoria asked Louis. "We are at war, apparently Estella send to letter to Turkey declaring war. Now England and India are fighting even more, poor Annabel" Louis said. Juan breathed loudly and tried to lie comfortable on the hard ground. "Guys, I think I know this path. Caterina, Alfonso, and I used to go to this trail. Juan this is when you got really sick and was sent back to Spain, there was this family named the Sola's, they were Spanish migrating from another Moor invasion. They have grew up in France ever since, the mother and father maybe long gone but the girl may still be there, I believe her name is Dolores." Louis pointed out remarkably. "Is this the trail were Alfonso and Eve met?" Victoria questioned admirably. "Why yes it is" Louis said pinching her cheeks. "Well we might find our true love there? Since Eve and Alfonso are like soul mates anyways" Juan teased. "Hmm maybe" Victoria said smiling.

"Annabel" A whispery voice called out to Annabel as she was fiddling with her necklace subtly. "Who goes there? And its Your Grace!" Annabel proufly stated her title. Pasithea appeared next to Annabel within seconds, scaring the English queen. "G-guards!" Annabel yelled out trying to reach the door. "They can't hear you girl" Pasithea said sitting next to the now open vanity chair Annabel was previously sitting on. "What have you done?" Annabel asks. "I am merely but a comforting spirit." Pasithea said. "I know you have been stressed lately" she added standing up. "How did you know? Oh right you're a magical being you see everything" Annabel said. "Not everything" Pasithea corrected. "Lie down child, and relax" she said motioning her glimmering hand to the beautiful silk double bed. Annabel obliged, lying in the comfortable bed while Pasithea kissed her forehead and the burdens that were once on her shoulders felt released. Annabel was suddenly sent to a type of dream worls yet it was watery and pitchblack. "Hello? Spirit being?" Annabel called out. "Who are you ? " a young man called out to her.

"Annabel Tudor of England and you are? God I am so sick of this witchcraft or whatever that woman tricked me to do" Annabel says clearly frustrated. "I agree with you. I was just spending time with my friend Clara in our usual spot in the gardens, but the woman came to me, said I needed to relax and now here I am!" The young man said. "Exactly my position!" Annabel said laughing. "I am Lukas of Sweden" Lukas said smiling at Annabel. "I'm married to the Swedish king! How come I never heard of you?" Annabel questioned. "I am the Swedish king?" Lukas said to Annabel. "Well that makes no sense-" Annabel said but as soon as she said that, she had woken up in her room with Fernand by her side. "Fernand, have you heard of Lukas of Sweden?" Annabel asked. "My father's name was Lukas" Fernand said shrugging. "I like that name" Annabel said softly. "I do too" Fernand said placing his hand on her hand.