Sunday, January 26, 2014

The Dark Queen of White `1.8

8.

Princess Clarity was invited by her twin brother, Bannion to the castle. He met her in the Main Hall, while seated on the throne chair. She had arrived in the reception with her personal guards and personal nanny. King Bannion was with his personal assembly of guards and other Lords still allied to him. They all looked grim seated on their assigned chairs lined in two columns on the side of the Main Hall, and still recalled their defeat to her army.

"Hello ...sister." King Bannion looked handsome in his regal suit and the overflowing cloak that gave him an image of a regal person. He was tall for his age, and his locks of hair were like his sister, long and dark to the waist. He carried with him on the right hand a specter lined with jewels, and precious stones. He had never seen his twin sister and during the war, they had never attempted to meet. It was Lord Falstof who was at the truce negotiation, and he agreed to all the conditions.

"I would have a seat prepared for you, but the masters told me that the seat is still in the making." King Bannion motioned to his left side, and smiled. "It would be ready soon."

Princess Clarity looked to the assembled there. She walked up the first person seated there and told him to get up.

"I want your chair. Move it up there next to the King." Princess Clarity told the person seated there. The person seated there was one Lord of Coven, and he refused to move. He frowned on his facial expression and looked to his King.

"Execute him and have his land annexed." Princess Clarity commanded the guards assembled behind but no one moved. It was then Michael stepped forth and thrust his sword into Lord of Coven. He then grabbed the dead Lord and moved him to the flooring. He then carried the chair and moved it next to the King. None of the assembled guards dared to move, and so were the Lords.

Princess Clarity moved to sit on the seat and then addressed the assembled Lords and guards.

"I am Princess Clarity. I would be ruling the land with my twin brother, King Bannion. None of you would act on any instruction unless it was heard by both of us. Anyone who refused to follow my orders would end up like Lord of Coven."

"Sister..." King Bannion was to speak but Princess Clarity stopped him with her hand raised. She was to speak when another assemble figure stood up.

"I am the Lord of Dune. I would not ..." His words were cut short by Michael whose dagger was embedded in the throat.

"None would interrupt when the Princess speaks." Michael spoke. All that time, Gareth was stunned by the ferocity of the action. His right hand was on the hilt of his sword, but he did not draw on it. Since he had joined the personal group of the Princess, he had seen more inhumane and fierce actions by the others. He was wondering if the people outside of the castle had ever seen the real Princess.

Later at the assigned chamber of the Princess, she had them all excused except for Helene, while she checked out her chamber. It was a large chamber with closets and the large four poles bedding in the side facing the window. On the window frame was the thick drapes. There was a three seater set there next to the bedding besides the dresser.

"Was this my mother's chamber?" The Princess asked.

"Yes, Clare." Helene addressed her by her nickname. "The only missing are the twin cribs. Your twin brother could have removed it." 

Clare did not reply her but looked at everything in the chamber. She then picked up the comb that was on the dresser. She handed it to Helene before she sat down by the bedding. Helene assisted her in combing the dark hair and humming the lullaby she had sung there.

O mor siriol gwena seren
Ar hyd y nos
I oleuoi'i chwaer ddaearen
Ar hyd y nos
Nos yw henaint pan ddaw cystudd
Ond i harddu dyn a'i hwyrddydd
Rhown ein golau gwan i'n gilydd
Ar hyd y nos

( Ancient Welsh lullaby. )

Clare asked Helene to stop and then asked her of her past.

"Tell me of my mother." Clare asked. Helene looked to her care and spoke of the past.


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