NOVEMBERLAND: the little shieldmaiden

22

I returned to my bedroom, and I remembered the letter I had received. I broke the red ceal of Calibur and it revealed a letter with Gryffin's handwriting. A letter from the Caliban king himself.
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I did not quite know to feel. But what I knew was that it felt nice to know that he cared. I imagined him standing infront if me. Dark hair, deep set green eyes, chizeled cheekbones and jaw. A tall silhouette wearing fine clothing of Caliban tailoring.
I guess I missed him, or at least a little. I went from seeing him every day for months, to not seeing him at all. But I could not have him here whilst Father's celebration. It would be too much. And I knew the fight would happen shortly after. However, I would consider his offer to stay in Calibur. Who could not wonder of whatit looked like in the summer.

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A week had passed and multiple decorations had arrived to the throne room. It seemed grander every year. Father was a beloved man, and the Lynrikan people had their additions to the celebration. He died before his coronation, but everybody knew that he would make a great king. I never knew how he died, only that he bled himself tho death. I remembered seeing his dead face, cold and stiff. His long braid laying over his shoulder. He looked like a stranger.

"Saga?" A familiar voice said entering my room

"Yes?" I said and turned around to see Tyr.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he looked at me with a smile.

"Mhm, have your parents arrived?" I asked as I put on a cape.

"Yes. They're in Sigmund's lounge," he said and nodded towards the direction.

We began walking towards the lounge. It was on the other side of the castle. I kept thinking about Father, I could not believe that he had been dead for so long. A knot kept tightening itself inside of my body, and it got tighter and tighter the closer we got to the date.

"Are you alright?" Tyr suddenly asked.

I did not answer, I just kept on going. I had to go and meet Ragnbjørg and Pedraig. We were supposed to take a quick talk about some information they had gathered and about what they could do to help about the fight. They were also here to represent the earldom of Fjella.

"Saga," he said with a determined voice whilst grabbing my hand. "Is there anything wrong?" He asked and looked me in the eyes analyzing them. I looked away to avoid his stare.

He led us in to one of the castles guest rooms. It had no more light than the light shining from the slim window. "Tell me what's wrong Saga," he said as he closed the wooden door.

I could not say anything. I tried, but every time it felt as if I could not breathe. The problem of drawing my breath made it even worse. A tear ran down my cheek and I felt Tyr's hand wiping it away gently.

"It's just- just that it's-" was al I managed to get out. It felt as if my voice disappeared as the knot tightened.

Shortly after Tyr hugged me close to his body. And he whispered lightly "I know, I know. It's going to be fine". He kissed me gently on the head and kept holding me in his arms. I felt safe.

"It is a lot that is happening at the moment, I know. But it is normal to feel like this Saga. And I know you will get through this. You're the strongest person I know," he said in the same calm voice. Right in that moment I did not feel strong, I felt weak and vulnerable. Although it felt good to let a little bit go, I still felt horrible.

"I can send my parents home, they can come later or tomorrow if it is better for you," he said stroking my hair.

I shook my head, and looked up at him. "I will meet them now, not later," I protested.