Zorya is a wild and a beautiful, pagan princess who loves spending time in the depths of her forest, side by side with her wolf, becoming one with a nature.
Darius is a cruel, and dark Christian King, feared by many, with a tragic fate, who comes t...
In this chapter I tried to include the poetry I wrote, it is not too much of an exciting chapter, but I had to be a bit romantic, so please enjoy!
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The time was flying by beside her, as Zoya was standing still, about to become a Queen, she will rule a great number of people, and posses the power, we could never imagine, but she shall never be free again, and she would envy the peasants that could roam around freely, without a knowledge of war, and of the cruelty that was existing in the dark walls of the castle.
Zorya had a taste of a life that she loved and mourned, together with her freedom, but she felt sorry for Darius who had never tasted a life apart from this castle. Most of her time, Zorya spent on studying the language, and trying to learn how to write and read using Walnian's symbols. Sarah helped her a lot, and Zorya was getting used to her, and so did Kreshnik who finally gained a freedom of roaming around freely around the castle.
When it came to people from Walnia, Zorya tried her best to show that she was a true Queen, to satisfy them, but what she did not understand is that the only way to give the satisfaction to them is to break and leave everything, because the pagan did not belong in their holy land.
As for Darius, with the time passing, he remained close to Zorya, even if sometimes he felt that his heart is afraid of being able to love again.
"Are you hiding in the library again?" Zorya asked Darius as she walked into the library, about to take some book to make herself busy, and to learn more.
"Hiding?" Darius asked looking up from his book. He still struggled to read by himself, hoping that his eyes will eventually get used to the endless torture.
"Sometimes I think you want to run away from me." Zorya said.
"And sometimes you are right." Darius answered.
"Am I that unbearable?" Zorya asked and sat beside him. Before he could react, she took a book from his hand.
"No, you are just that compelling, my princess. Sometimes I am afraid, and I wish that you would just run away, and hide from me into the wilderness. But sometimes, I wish you were closer to me than my own shadow is." Darius answered, and Zorya chuckled at his words and touched his cold hand.
"What is it that you are reading?" Zorya asked.
"Poetry."
"What is poetry?" Zorya asked, and for a moment, Darius was confused by the fact that she didn't posses any knowledge of what poetry is.
"A crown of literature." Darius answered and pointed at the book she was holding gently in her arms. "Will you read poetry for me princess? But be careful, you must allow the words to touch your heart, that is the only way to read something as magnificent as poetry is." Darius warned.
Zorya chuckled at him. She simply could not understand how could something that was written on the piece of paper touch her heart.
"Your skin is divine,
And it hurts me to kiss it.
Your body is so tenuous, delicate,
And it kills me to desecrate you.
Your soul is so innocent, pure
Only a touch of it,
Is enough to lure
The flagitious, to who you could be a cure."
Zorya continued reading, feeling her heart skip a beat with every word she said, her arms trembling as she felt a pure blessing of the beautiful combination of emotions that were presented to her on the piece of paper.
"Continue." Darius.
Oh God, she was so beautiful when she was reading the poetry, he could listen to her forever.
Zorya continued reading, this time she was surprised to read the words on her own language.
"По небу полуночи ангел летел,
И тихую песню он пел,
о блаженстве безгрешных духови ,
он принес молодую душу
в жестокий ,злой мир
Я украл душу
Я и теперь она моя
всегда буду защищать ее."
Zorya finished the last line, unable to hold her tears, never in her life, she heard words, as beautiful as this. Never before, she felt this warm in her soul, and something like this proved to be more powerful then any act of love.
"Who wrote this?" Zorya asked.
"I did, and I wrote it for you." Darius answered moving his hand to her cheek, wiping the tear away from it.
"I promise you princess from now on, the poetry will be the only way I will make you cry." Darius whispered.
