''Some women fear the fire, some women simply become it.''
Evellíne embarks on a journey with her parents to England, as a request of Queen Judith and her son, King Alfred. They barely met and the connection between them is so strong that in a blin...
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The spring weather was mild and in the lowlands of Wessex, the sheep grazed in new, thick grass. In the forests along the river, the bushes gradually returned to display flowers of the most diverse colors. The air was so clear and fresh, that there seemed to be a kind of blessing upon the earth. When storm clouds appeared, they poured out their gift only for a few hours during the night, and the days were still flooded by the comforting sunlight.
So the month of April passed, and when the south winds brought no sign of Danish ships, the people began to hope that in that year Alfred's kingdom might be free of attacks.
To Evellíne, however, the beautiful days of spring were unbearable.
Each day she wakes up with a sense of helplessness and anxiety she could not shake off -a prostration that confined her like a trap. She hardly left her chambers, now caught by her own pain.
The child seemed to be about to be born, missing at least another three weeks to the final time.
The contractions, nausea, discomfort were so intolerable and exhausting, that Evellíne had been paranoid that something was not right with her son. Her negative feelings intensified even more when she realized that there was only Amelie by her side.
Lately, Alfred had been so busy with his duties and plans, that she rarely saw her husband, except during dinner in the great hall when she took place beside him at the table. After dinner, it was routine for him to say goodbye with a kiss and leave for the council. When he returned to her arms, she had often fallen asleep, and not wanting to wake his wife, he would fall asleep too.
Since Alfred had told the council that the intention was to provide the lands to Ubbe and officially form a war arrangement, many clerics exonerated themselves, forcing the King to seek new alliances and make new contacts. With this, Alfred, together with Aethelred; which, moreover, like most of the council, was also against the affiliation with the Northmen; they occupied themselves almost all day, after all, the whole fate and safety of Wessex were at stake.
Tomorrow was uncertain, but Alfred was fighting like crazy for it.
At that moment, Evellíne sorrowed the lack of intimacy between her and Margot, since both of them were pregnant, assistance and reciprocal support would be more than welcome. Unfortunately, as they crossed the corridors, Margot always quickened her pace, avoiding even looking at the young Queen. She never complimented her without showing an air of resentment and never spoke to her, and when she did, she only used monosyllables.
Her fragility made her wonder about many things, and Judith was certainly one of them. Could things have been different? Would the late Queen change her sordid plans against Hvitserk and Evellíne herself if she knew that her daughter-in-law was expecting her grandson?
In the end, nothing matters. Either way, you will always be alone with your own actions.
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