Note: you know, every time I start a story, I can't seem to finish. On
this one I am going to try REALLY hard to finish though. I had a Harry
Potter story, but I got bored with it and therefore, took it off the
internet. PS I am really bad at picking genres and ratings so please bear
with me
Disclaimer- Ella Enchanted doesn't belong to me, no matter how much I want it. Oh, and I DID NOT take the name Aden from Rianna on the Run by Alqualyne. It's just the first name that came to mind.
To Melt the Ice
Prologue
Aden, son of King Charmont and Queen Ella of the land Kyrria, stirred. At 19 years old he was a naturally light sleeper. His young wife of three days lay beside him in the cool forest. The air around him smelled of smoke, and something bright and crackling was forcing him to open his eyelids. As his eyes slid open, alarm spread through his body. The thunderstorm that had been pounding insistently on their tent had set the woods on fire. Not caring for anything but the life beside him, Aden picked up his wife with ease and fled the tent, frantically searching for his horse Eli.
"Eli! Eli!" he yelled over the roaring flames, not questioning the way the 18 year old in his arms still lay limp. Or the way his tunic was now stained red. He heard the faint whinny of a horse and ran towards it. Aden leaped onto Eli's back and rode at top speed out of the forest.
He came to a clearing about a mile or two away from the fire. Only now did he stop to let his horse stop for a sip of water from a nearby stream. Aden jumped of his horse and turned to lift off Lena when she simply fell off the horse like a rag doll. His throat constricted and he dropped to his knees beside the crumpled form of his wife. He checked her brachial pulse, positive that she had simply fainted, that she would wake up and at any moment cheerily say, "I should be more careful next time!" The girl's skin was cold and clammy. There was no sign of life anywhere in her body.
Aden carefully unfolded her body from its crumpled position. On her stomach, her clothes were torn and red. Still positive this was simply a dream, not real life, the prince cut away part of his wife's nightgown. There was the mark of a blade across the woman's stomach, deep, and fatal.
The impact of the realization that his wife was dead sent Aden into a confused rage. He stood up in disbelief and ran backwards into a tree. He screamed and ran until he ran into the wall of what seemed to be a small house. Before losing total consciousness, he remembered the cackle of his most trusted advisor as he handed Aden the map that showed where Aden's honeymoon would take place.
Disclaimer- Ella Enchanted doesn't belong to me, no matter how much I want it. Oh, and I DID NOT take the name Aden from Rianna on the Run by Alqualyne. It's just the first name that came to mind.
To Melt the Ice
Prologue
Aden, son of King Charmont and Queen Ella of the land Kyrria, stirred. At 19 years old he was a naturally light sleeper. His young wife of three days lay beside him in the cool forest. The air around him smelled of smoke, and something bright and crackling was forcing him to open his eyelids. As his eyes slid open, alarm spread through his body. The thunderstorm that had been pounding insistently on their tent had set the woods on fire. Not caring for anything but the life beside him, Aden picked up his wife with ease and fled the tent, frantically searching for his horse Eli.
"Eli! Eli!" he yelled over the roaring flames, not questioning the way the 18 year old in his arms still lay limp. Or the way his tunic was now stained red. He heard the faint whinny of a horse and ran towards it. Aden leaped onto Eli's back and rode at top speed out of the forest.
He came to a clearing about a mile or two away from the fire. Only now did he stop to let his horse stop for a sip of water from a nearby stream. Aden jumped of his horse and turned to lift off Lena when she simply fell off the horse like a rag doll. His throat constricted and he dropped to his knees beside the crumpled form of his wife. He checked her brachial pulse, positive that she had simply fainted, that she would wake up and at any moment cheerily say, "I should be more careful next time!" The girl's skin was cold and clammy. There was no sign of life anywhere in her body.
Aden carefully unfolded her body from its crumpled position. On her stomach, her clothes were torn and red. Still positive this was simply a dream, not real life, the prince cut away part of his wife's nightgown. There was the mark of a blade across the woman's stomach, deep, and fatal.
The impact of the realization that his wife was dead sent Aden into a confused rage. He stood up in disbelief and ran backwards into a tree. He screamed and ran until he ran into the wall of what seemed to be a small house. Before losing total consciousness, he remembered the cackle of his most trusted advisor as he handed Aden the map that showed where Aden's honeymoon would take place.
