Truth Revealed

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Saphira’s POV

            This was so weird. I woke up in my old room that I had when I was staying during the quest to destroy the ring and for a moment I thought that I was reliving my past again. That stirred my automatic instinct and I leapt out of bed defensively to find that I was no longer in my Rohan clothes and now in a silky white dress with royal blue sleeves and sash.

            “What?” I stared at my gown with shock and a little irritation. Why was I wearing a dress, I really didn’t like it.

            A sudden knock at the door grabbed my attention and I made a pathetic attempt to hide my dress with the sheets from my bed before the door swung open and the queen came in. She stopped and stared at me and my predicament before a sparkle of mischief lit up in her eyes and she let out a low snicker.

            “Well princess I didn’t know you despised gowns such as this. Just look at the design and appreciate it; there are not many nightgowns that are as finely crafted as this.” She spoke with a teasing tone and I just huffed at her before shuffling over to my closet and shifting through the few outfits I did have. To my delight, they were all leggings and shirts with several pairs of boots, which I couldn’t help but smile at. This was my favorite part of getting dressed; I had a nice small variety of non-dressy clothes to suit up in.

            I grabbed a long forest green tunic with brown leggings and boots before slipping behind the changing screen and sliding quickly out of my nightgown. It didn’t take long, and I carelessly tossed the dress into the depths of my hollow closet when I finished vowing never to look at that thing ever again. All that time the queen was watching me amused and she rolled her eyes when I slammed the closet door tight before turning back to her.

            “You didn’t have to throw it in like that. You could have at least folded it, even if you didn’t like it.” She stated and I rolled my eyes before stalking over to the balcony and throwing open the doors. The cold night air hit me with no mercy and it took all my strength not to get shoved back with the sudden draft that filled my room. I gripped the railing tight as I stared out at the darkened lands of the Fangorn, Rohan, Lorien, and Mirkwood…Legolas’s home. My eyes lingered on the trees of Mirkwood and I strained my eyes to see as much as I could into the forest until they were sore from straining too much. My hair blew back from its place at the sides of my face and waved behind me in the air stream like I was flying. I watched the moonrise and I heard Faelwen’s loud screech as she swooped down from the mountain’s top to hunt. Her silhouette flashed past the moon several times making her look bigger than she already was, and I couldn’t help but want to go out there and join her in her hunt. I was a single woman now, and I wasn’t tied down by any duties anymore and I didn’t have to worry about anyone getting hurt. I was free now, I could live my life.

            “Why did you come back Draugathiel? You could have gone to Mirkwood or Rohan with your husband.” The queen spoke from behind me so softly that I barely caught what she was saying. I shook my head and looked towards Rohan thinking of Raina. The poor girl, I failed her and Eomer as a mother and wife. A tear of regret slid down my pale face as I stared longingly out towards the plains, wishing that I hadn’t been emotionally unstable then. I divorced Eomer not long before I lost control, and now I was feeling the stinging realization of loneliness that was eating at me constantly.

            “I…I…I divorced with Eomer my queen. Do not hate me for this, there is no one I hate more right now than myself.” I whispered, and I heard her pause and finally she let out a long lengthy sigh before nudging her muzzle into my palm.

            “Do not fear or hate daughter, it is your fear and hate that will be your downfall. I knew this was going to happen, I knew you never truly loved Eomer like you did Legolas.” She spoke with such placid words that I almost recoiled in shock at how simple she made it seem.

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