GOTO -->> PART 2
An Eternity ~
Time passes by quickly up here, and being the
lord of a castle is certainly not for the faint of heart.
I watch as the clouds roll by, billowing across the
sky at a brisk pace. From my window I have a bird’s
eye view of my whole kingdom, from the wheat fields
in the west to the southern forests. It all seems so
peaceful, but I know that it’s only an illusion.
The scouts had returned earlier with reports of
enemy troop movements in our allied lands further
to the south. The worst part of the news was the
information that two castles had been sacked and
looted and the survivors were minimal. They are still
sorting out the mess and I should have a more
detailed report in the morning. I suppose the good
news is that for now it seems the enemy has retreated
with their spoils, although I know that a wounded animal
will continue to be toyed with by the predators until it
eventually dies. It’s my job to make sure that when they
come back, there are no more wounded animals, and
only sharp fanged wolves.
My hope still lies with our allies in the deep south, a
world away. Their kingdoms have struggled under
constant siege from the Korthien’s for generations now,
as their taxations and cruelty has known no bounds.
Their people have been preparing for an exodus to
my lands now for many years but the time has yet to come.
More than the hope of renewed military strength comes
the hope for contact with the auburn duchess,
for our time has been long overdue and my longing
wares on me more than any war could. In my waiting
I continue to prepare for the storms that are to come
and to serve those already caught in the initial gusts.
A thousand kilometers to the south stands another castle.
The battlements of her castle stood towering over
an emerald green lake that surrounded half of the
city below. Staring into the distance, she watched
the waves roll up onto the sandy beaches and the
fishing boats pull in their nets, while lost in thought.
The battle between her personal desires and those
of her peoples raging inside her. It’s a battle she’s
waged with herself for a long time, and for her, the
fight has been a losing one.
A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts.
“Enter” she calls without taking her gaze away from
the waters. Moments later the door opens and in walks
a tall thin man with a worn demeanor carrying several
scrolls and a large book. “Loomen, I suppose you have
the consensus?” she asks as the man is walking
across the room. The man looking at her with sympathy
answers “I do my queen, and it is as you expected.
The people do not want to leave their lands, regardless
of any dangers the future may hold. They refuse to leave
the land their ancestors were born in to be devoured
by the Korthian’s greed.”
A barely visible strain strikes her as she listens to the
brief but expected report, as if a weight she was carrying
started to drag even more. “Very well, I suggest that you
get the next offerings ready for they will be back sooner
that I care to think.”
The man walks up beside her and kneels down and drops
his eyes to the floor. “Mi’lady” he starts and then takes a
moment of pause. “There are those that would follow you
regardless. You could leave and head north with those that will.
Although you are bound to your lands and people by blood,
you are also bound to the wills of your heart,
which is just as important to follow.”
There was a long, silent pause which started
to give the man worry that he offended her.
After only a minute that started to feel like an eternity
to the kneeling man, she takes a deep breath and
responds “No. Loomen you are wise, but although
my heart may cry out, my place is with my people
and I could never abandon them for myself. It is
with them I shall go or not at all.” The man still looking
to the floor responds “and if they never decide to leave?”
Continuing to stare out to the lake and focusing
in on the waves she says “Thank you Loomen.
Prepare the Offerings and report to me in five
days times the inventories.”
He starts to respond with a simple “Yes, Mi’lady,”
but manages to ask the question he dreaded.
“Please Mi’lady, what should I tell him?” Another
moment of silence wrecked the room before she answers
“Nothing. Tell him nothing new, for I cannot bear
for him to know the truth.”
The man stands, while still keeping his
head bowed to the floor and backs out of the room,
closing the door once again behind him.
The thud of the door closing behind her hits her hard,
as she almost breaks under the emotional strain
she carries. For a moment she starts to feel faint,
but is quickly able to steady herself only allowing a
single crystal tear to escape from her almost stoic posture.
She continued to stand there, staring out over the
waters as the sun made it’s decent below the horizon.
Its colors dancing and mixing in the waves was a thing
of beauty that she was able to hold onto.