Trinity Blood
Heir to the Throne of Roses
Ch.1 Prince of Pricks
Introduction:
Well, as a quick catch up, the story picks up after Abel and Ion leave to hunt Cain. It's been five years since Esther was crowned princess and Abel and ion return to visit her. I won't say too much about the story because It's a spoiler but I do appreciate feedback so don't be afraid to review. Ok, here it goes…
In the Palace Gardens
"Your Highness!" A breathless page called through the garden of roses, each glimmering with dew drops like tears on their crimson skin. Her eyes were so lost in the maze of deep red, that she did not see the fiery hair of the princess of Albion, peeking above the low buds.
"Your Highness, where are you?" she called again. Running furiously, becoming dizzy with the color confusion, she stumbled and fell over a cushion of marvelous white.
"W-Wah" she stuttered, opening her eyes to behold the beautiful lapis lazuli eyes of the Princess.
"Your Highness!" she yelled apologetically, scrambling to her feet and bowing to the young woman. The page was only about 12 years old, and bit her lip at her clumsiness.
Princess Esther giggled shyly and smoothed her white gown. The corset that encased her torso was threaded with pearls, and shone like small stars in the sun. The page took a second to take in the beautiful gown and met her eyes urgently, babbling out in her small voice, "Princess, the Prince of Thorn is here to meet you."
Esther's radiant kindness dulled, her smile dropped. Listlessly, she swept a few stray hairs from her eyes and stood stiffly. Every day there was a new prince from any country unknown to her to come seek her hand. It was a tiresome game; Esther didn't feel she was ready to marry.
"I should have hidden better." The young princess said with apposite dismay.
Ever since she had turned 20, all Mary would speak of was her marriage. 'Child Bearing Age' was the word splayed across newspapers and magazines, attracting a swarm of arrogant of princes like wolves.
"Is your majesty feeling ill?" the page asked sheepishly, noting the dullness that overcame her. It seemed even the pearls stopped shining.
"Yes, I guess you could say she is." She mumbled.
Esther strolled to a particular rose in her garden, one of very few vines that bore the iciest of blue roses. Caressing the flower with her hands, she smoothed it's petals with her thumb. She imagined Abel's blue eyes, warm and gentle, falling on hers. She refused to forget them. Every prince paled in comparison.
The page stepped on her own feet in the uncomfortable silence. She was still standing at attention, and was antsy like any other child.
"The prince is waiting in the usual Parlor your Highness, I will go tell Maria I have found you." With that the page ran off, ducking under the arch of roses and into the Palace through the tangle of bridges and stone paths. Esther watched her skip, careless and free. She almost envied her in her age.
Esther sighed, giving one long look at the rose, she plucked it affectionately, placing it thorns and all, behind her ear.
"Prince of Thorn…" she scoffed out loud, "Prince of Pricks I'm sure."
Picking up her long gown, she took her sweet time walking to the Parlor where the Prince awaited his rejection.
On a train entering Albion
"Abel, you don't look too well." Ion's pubescent voice cracked.
Abel, lost in the countryside that flashed by, blinked hard and rubbed his temples. He had not slept since their last defeat to Cain.
"I'm fine. Just tired." He assured the young boy. He continued to rub his temples.
"I'm not a child Abel, I know what you feel. You can't let him continue to get to you. We both have long lives to see that he is destroyed." Ion pleaded with him.
"It's not just Cain that saddens me. It's been 5 years since I left Esther, she has no reason to welcome me." He said with the same hopeless voice.
"Psh, if it's not one thing it's another. This vacation is just what you need." Ion said impatiently.
"Maybe downtime isn't wise. He could be planning something big around this."
"Like what? Even he takes vacations I'm sure. You need this…I need this." He said, thinking of Esther's sweet face now mature as the Princess. He blushed slightly.
"You're right." The lonely Priest sighed, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes until they reached the station. How long had it been since he had a chance to breathe easy? 'Forgive me Esther,' he thought to himself, 'I just can't seem to do anything right.'
