"Drip, drip, drop

Little April shower

What can compare

To your beautiful sound"

Little April Showers - Bambi - Larry Morey

Bowerstone Castle sat high above the rest of Bowerstone. It always looked picturesque during any weather; be it snow, storms, heavy rain and sun. However, it always affected moods inside the castle; Queen Robyn paced about in her bedroom, wondering if the tumultuous rain would ever let up. After taking a glance out of the balcony window at the rain, Queen Robyn sauntered over to the piano, delicately placing herself on the stool and tickled at the ivories before fluidly moving into a dreary but moving song.

The melody could be heard seeping out of the royal quarters, and the maid who was slowly approaching the door had a mental argument on whether to disturb the queen or not - it was only to bring her some refreshments but none the less... The solid oak doors edged open slowly but surely before the maid bought the queens full attention on to her.
Before speaking she held a curtsey for respect.
"I'm sorry to disturb you your majesty but I've bought up refreshments, would you like me to leave them here for you? Or do you not want them?"
Robyn was craving a cup of tea.
"Thank you Rosaline, just leave the tea-trolley by the side of this piano please."
She smiled before urging the maid that it was okay to be in her presence. The maid bought the trolley over before quickly curtseying and hurrying out of the room.
"I hope my piano playing isn't evoking others to think I'm in a dull mood..." Robyn muttered to herself aftering taking a sip of the tea on the trolley. It's true that she did have her "down days" as Walter had called them; this was caused by the weather. During her Mom's funeral, Robyn was stood outside, drenched to the skin from the rain. It was memories like these that had put her off rain. While Robyn had been thinking about her Mom, she had wondered over to the balcony. Staring at the mausoleom, Robyn took off her crown and read the description inside it....

For you Robyn, when I'm not here wear

this crown. I had it specially made for myself

when I first became queen. I hope it brings

you closer to me in spirit when you are of

age to wear it

...Robyn was brimming with tears at the thought of Queen Sparrow. The crown fit Robyn perfectly when she was eighteen; eight years after her Mom had died. Suddenly drained of energy, Robyn lay on the floor, clutching the crown to her chest and sobbing into the ice white rug.

A crimson coloured carriage paraded itself confidently through Bowerstone. And all who had layed eyes upon it scattered with fear, into any alley and door way too scared to come out until the carriage sound was well out of ear-shot.

It had been months since Reaver made his way up to Bowerstone castle. He had urgently needed a word with King Logan, but kept delaying himself due to a bit of "business" he had to attend to which saw him go over sea's to a lawless town. He was back now, so he could finally have a word with King Logan.
"I wonder how his little sister is doing, rebel princess!" Reaver had snorted at the ludicrous idea of throwing the monarchy over and claiming the crown. He also thought bitterly of the time of what could have been a beautiful soireé had he not had to attend to The Wheel of Misfortune. He had been expecting it, oh and how hilarious it was to watch the princess and Paige battle it out against the surprises. Secretly, he had not wanted them to arrive that evening, much preffering them to arrive another time. So he could catch them sneaking into his manor himself.

Reaver jilted forwards a little, having been lost in thought and not expecting the carriage to stop.

Bang!

The person driving the carriage no longer sat above the horses, but instead was at the side of their hooves. Slowly Reaver opened the carriage, and stepped down onto the fresh corpse; being careful not to dirty his boots with blood.

...Serves him right for not making me aware that we were about to stop at our destination, I could have been hurt if I fell fowards at a greater force... Reaver thought to himself as he strutted towards the castle entrance. The guard's there looked at each other warily before turning their attention to the man approaching in a black suit. The top-hat being the recognisable feature, the guard's stood to attention (knowing only too well what would happen if they didn't) and were about to speak when they saw this man's hand slide down to a gun holster. Quickly shutting themselves up, they knew this was Reaver. He meant business, they could see it, Alan the guard opened the one side of the grand entrance, allowing Reaver to stride through.

He stood for a moment, allowing people around to notice him, attend to his needs, before he paced towards the war room. Logan had always been in there on past visits. He was approaching the war room, and readied himself to speak to the king. He stopped infront of the doors, and pushed them open. The room was dark, the fire-place looking like it hadn't been lit for weeks. Letters were on the desk in by the window, having not been opened. Reaver looked around, a quizzical look now beginning to form on his wrinkle-free face.

"Perhaps he must be in the library, he always has a quench for more knowledge." Reaver had noted Logan's thirst for knowledge, mainly history of the archon blood-line (from which he is descended) and the old kingdom. Taking his time to reach his destination, Reaver had heard mumbles of re-building Bowerstone old-quarter.

...What a waste of money if King Logan decides to re-build that place, perhaps I can persuade him otherwise to spend his treasurey money on more "use-ful" things...

His trail of thought ended when he ascended a few stone steps into the library. Books and more books sat on-top of the golden lined shelves. He himself thought that one should only study in the most luxurious of places, and learn from only luxury itself. He paced about, wondering if Logan was in there. To no avail did he find him. His patience was growing warily thin, Reaver found himself shooting at a library shelf. Abruptly he turned on his heel and fowardly moved towards one of the other places he could be - The Royal Bedroom.

Reaver will have a surprise waiting for him, not having known about the "rebel princess" over-throwing King Logan. How will these events unfold in devious Reaver's book ;D Reviews are appreciated, hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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