{COMPLETED} The Bloody Leader

2.) the story's of a beautiful Queen

Tords POV

“Mama! Mama!” I yell I had a nightmare, like the ones i had before but more gruesome “Mama!” I cry, I hear her shhh's down the hall, I continue crying until I see her, her hair in a long braid that reaches her mid back. I raise my arms to her signaling to pick me up, she coughed and a Mets me sitting on my bed.

“What's wrong baby?” She asks I grab her shoulder scarf and bury my face in it, she sighs and runs her fingers through my horn shaped head “Do you want to hear the story of a Queen?” I look at her wide eyed she took it as a yes “This queen was one of the prettiest, kindest, a loyal Queen of them all. Her name Amber,” “hey mama?” “Yes, søt ert?” That was her nickname for me in Norwegian “Is that the same Queen that always gets roses and tulips near the the tree on the hill?” “You mean the kirsebærblomst tre?” “ye, the cherry blossom tree?” “Ye-” my mother goes into a coughing fit which scared me after a while she stopped.

She took a deep breath and continued her story then I'm a woken, yelling outside my window, I lift my head to see what was going on it was a nobleman and their kid… another disowning who knows what now, I turn back around and sit on my bed knees to my cheat thinking, it's my birthday I'm 18 now, and my mother has fallen ill, its been like that since i was about 16 but she should've know she caught something at age 10 she'd have coughing fits and sometimes spit blood, the one that still haunts me is the one that I dream of on my birthday every year.

“Prince Tord? Are you up?” I hear on the other side of my door it was Patryk I sigh and say yes loud enough to where he could hear it, “Good, it's your mum,” “what do you mean?” “She's- she's døende,” he couldn't say it in English I wipe my eyes and stand up, I grab my robe and open the door, making Patryk jump I smile at him and walk toward my parents room.

I knock on the door as a hear a  wheeze then a dry deadly cough I open the door slightly and see my mother in the bed covers pulled up over her chest and a rag on her head she lifts her hand toward me and I quickly run to grab it, so clammy and cold, her skin as pale as the moons her glassy silver eyes seem so life less, she smiles at me.

“M-My son, I'm hoping my message made it's way to you safely,” she chokes out I smile trying not to cry “Now, Now, my søt ert have I ever told you the story of the, prettiest, sweetest, kindest and most adored Queen?” “Is this Queens name Amber?” “Yes...my sister,” my mother slides out, my eyes widened I was confused “Now my kjærlighet, when you think the time is right ask your father more questions about your Aunt Queen Amber, the original Queen of the the Rose Kingdom,”.

I stay quiet for a bit biting my lower lip until my mum told me to stop, I did but we started to laugh not log after she started to cough “I'm sorry, mamma doesn't mean to be so ghastly on your 18th birthday, your father and I always looked forward to it, heh now look at me,” “it's not your fault mamma,” “Ooh yes it is, I should've been more careful than what I was,”.

I squeezed her hand hard “mum?” She hummed as a response I asked her if she could tell me more about my Aunt Amber she smiled at me but requested for me to grab her shoulder coat I nodded and reached for the fluffy crimson red scarf with sprinkled in silver fluff and gave it to my mom she sat up and wrapped it around herself and took my hand again “Now where do I start,” she giggled pulling me up on the bed next to her, I helped her so she would have to use all her strength.

“Well your Aunt Amber if you were able to see her you wouldn't think that we are twins we look nothing alike really,” “What do you mean?” I ask My mother giggled and looked up at the ceiling of the bed “Amber had almost near jet back hair that was long instead of thinned out ginger hair, her skin was more of a pale honey color instead of a pale peach, she wore glasses and always smiled never let a thing in the world bring her down, that was until..” my mother stopped looked,  to her left and froze, not long after she coughed covering her mouth.

“Momma what happened?” “Do you remember me saying that one day she just disappeared but ended under the cherry blossom tree up the road?” I nodded in memoranrec what she told me so many times, ‘One rainy day, the days Queen Amber loved the most she went outside to clear her mind once the rain stood it was known that she'd return back to the Castle but this time she didn't, it took about 12 hours till they found her body on the ground under the Cherry blossom tree, with and arrow in her stomach she was then declared dead and the Kingdom buried her body where she was found,’.

“She was never killed kjærlighet, but she was indeed dead under the tree,” my mother continued, I saw through her frail eyes that she was never ready to tell me about this, about the truth of the real Queen of the Rose Kingdom, she wasn't prepared to yet accept her sisters death and to tell me the truth, she took a deep sigh and looked me in my eyes the so closely resembled hers but with hints of apple wood red and said “Your aunt and father had a baby, a baby girl her name Emilia she died in hour after her birth and the kingdom planted that tree for the lost Princesses death, she was also buried there as well-” I cut her off confused and full of questions shes didn't answer then for she didn't have the answer either.

“A year had passed and Amber was depressed, the King couldn't do a thing to make her happy and trying again for another child was out of the question,” I rested my head in my moms boney shoulder listening to her shaky voice as she tells the true story of Queen Amber, my mom started to cry but smiled through her tears “Your aunt killed herself in that tree, she hung like a dead Cardinal that's been shot down multiple times, once your father found her he was devastated,” I gave my mum a look that said she could stop she smiled but continued the story.

“She's buried right under that tree… that's where I plan to be buried too once this frail body of mine just gives out, you'll know where to find me min kjærlighet,” she said with a sigh, the little heat being produced from my mother's body was enough to make me fall back to sleep but before I did I felt her shoulder coat be wrapped around me as well and her head resting on mine. Hours later my mum dies, she's buried where she said she'd be next to two other crosses, one small one and one big one, after her memorial me and father head back to the castle.

“pappa?” I say he ignores me but hands me my mother's shoulder coat and says before closing himself to the world and me that, “She's wanted you to have it once she was gone, she new you loved it and she loved you… now leave,” I nodded and wrapped the coat around my shoulders and ran to my room crying, and feeling a alone, I make the connection to me and my dead Aunt and finish off my mother's words “Queen Amber, the prettiest, kindest most loyal Queen of them all, Queen Eva, the modest, sweetest and only other prettiest Queen of them all, both my mum and Aunt live in my heart…. same with my Cousin Emilia,” I wipe the tears off my face and lay down never letting go of my mother's shoulder coat and soon falling back to sleep ‘what a birthday eh Tord?’ I ask myself before drifting ‘What a birthday’.

Well I'm sad but I'm also proud, more information on how Queen Amber died and yet sadly that lead to the death of Queen Eva, both were the prettiest Queens the Rose Kingdom had yet both died so young… anyway thank you for getting this far along with me and I'm open to any fan art of this book or any other book that I've made, byeee and I purple you 💜💜💜!