Secrets of the Heart Written By: MONIKA R.
Author: Monika ( ) Category: A/U - U/C - Rated: Pg-13 so far. Disclaimer: I don't know any of them! Summary: Sequel to Strewn Dark (.?storyid=780664) The Last Part of the drama filled life of the Royal Four.
Her soft fingertips were caressing my but with such fervor I could feel electric like passion sizzling in the damp air of the dungeon. No one could find us here. We let our hands be our eyes in the darkness and our lips guides to each other's soul. She tells me she loves me. I tell her I love her, only in private. Never in front of her her pregnant sister-in-law. She asks me why. I don't know how to reply without hurting her. My cold gray eyes stay softly lingering into her warm amber orbs. I watched her thin brown eyebrows furrow slight wrinkles in her her eyes slowly began to water. I took a deep breath as my rough hand quickly grabbed the side of her face my thumb slowly caressing her soft cheek before I pulled her into my board chest. I licked my lips before I replied to her.
"I love you. Do not ever think other wise. The truth to the matter is I worry of what other people will think. I have not know real love before, in fact you are the only woman aside from my own mother whom I had said such words to and than I was a small boy."
I took quiet breaths, the side of my face that was pressed against his chest felt warm, and the other side bitterly cold. His heart was pounding. no he did not hurt or offend me. I understood. I understood him. My long thin fingers brushed against the intricate decorations on his attire. I was barely heard his words. I decided that he was what I needed, what I what I will have. "I understand, Rath. I understand completely."
He showed a simple smile. And that was when we were interrupted. just loved to intervene. My loving smile soon faded as my eyes slowly landed on the tall muscular solider just a few steps away from us. "General. his highness and the council ask for your attendance at the conference." The solider slowly glanced up at me. His are eyes blue. They were lighter than my Rath's. He slowly bowed his head as my name lingered off his lips. He was an innocent, young solider of his was probably the same age as I was. My amber gaze remained on him and certain bronze metals of honor on his attire, as Rath slowly pulled away from me.
"Thank you you please see that the Princess is safely out of the dungeon?" He said it as if it were a question. But he did not wait for the reply. He didn't even look back. His mind was set on his duty right now; heavy boots were fading away as a loud clank of the slamming door boomed an echo.
Edward blushed as we stood there silently. I could not help to think back to the night were a stocky man volunteered to escorted me back to my chambers. He attacked me in the royal corridor, and as luck would have it Rath was coming up the stairs and saved me. Rath's hands took his life. Those hands that touch me with such love everyday. My eyelashes fluttered as I gazed at Edward. I was daydreaming again and he stood a few steps in front of me smirking. All I could do was smirk back and pick up my it would not get dirty as I walked down the corridor next to him.
"How could such a young solider receive so much medals?" I teased him about his age. We both new we were of the same age.
"Young, milady but not inexperienced. His highness has grown fond of my companionship."
"Ah. A King's shoe shiner." I laughed. And it was a real laugh, not a forced mumble or nod. He rolled his eyes and bit and nodded. We both laughed, as he opened the door for me at the foot of the stairs. I thanked him for his company, and as we both stood on the ground level we went our separate ways.
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The General sat silently at this desk, glancing around his empty chambers. His jaw was clenched as he gazed down at the territory map held down with paperweights. He gritted his teeth as he violently swept the metallic horse replicas clean off the map and scatter around the room. Khivar. He loathed him with such passion. There had been a moment when he was still a solider on the battlefield he had come this close to killing him. The rebel son of a Skinarian general. And now Queen Ava., what had she done? Not only did she cheat on King also she was carrying Khviar's own personal heir to the Antarian throne. The King was foolish to even keep her alive. What was the point? Only basic words were exchanged when necessary. But yet she slept in his bed, beside him every night will be the demolisher of the Kingdom.
Rath slowly stood pacing around the room as he thought. The King was so blind by of what that had his precious Queen. This is going to end. And General would stop it. In secret of course, not even Vilandra would know. "Not even her." These were desperate times, were they not? If the higher ranks refuse to fix the probably and I will. Rath slowly nodded to himself and he slowly approached the desk, opening the second drawer and glancing inside.
Ah. It was still there. Good. After the assembly with Zanith and the counsel he had went into town and visited an apothecary. She was a woman in fact. Of course women were not allowed to be doctors although this one was special. He had requested a specific type of poison one that would kill the child inside of the would allow the queen to live. A simple plan yet a complicated poison. Rath slowly took the vile and sipped it into his money pouch the hung off his belt. Quickly gazing at the watch he smiled. It was for the evening meal.
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He was early enough to have his plan running smoothly. He processed his actions as he quickly descended the stairs. Loud clatters of plates were heard from the kitchen as servants were preparing the meal. The general gazed down at the set table and took quick strides toward the Queen's place setting. Her goblet was rich with red wine, the exact color of the poison in which Rath was dripping into her cup. He poured the whole bottle into the sweet wine and held the vile in his large hands. He took this opportunity to stroll into the kitchen making small friendly conversation with the servants and slipping the vile into the trash. He commented on how ravenous he was, the perfect alibi for being early.
"Famished are we today, Rath?" Zan's playful tone caused the General to shut the kitchen door behind him, and take slow strides towards his friend and King.
"But of course. Sitting there at council listening to captains and lieutenants ramblings makes anyone famished." He said with a slight smirk.
"Hhm well...you also did our own share of ramblings about the Skins and our situation with them." Zan pulled out his chair and sat down; flipping through a few letters he had received that morning and hadn't had a chance to read.
"You know how I feel about those bastards.I couldn't stop myself." Zan began to chuckle at his companion as Vilandra entered the dinning area, smiling a bit at the amused look on her brother's face.
"Well it's very good to see that you too are enjoying each other's company." Vilandra stated as she promenaded over towards Rath.
"The fun is over now that you're here. " Rath said laughing as Vilandra stuck her tongue out at him. Smirking over towards Zan he pulled out Vilandra's chair and affectionately placed his hand on her shoulder.
Suddenly Ava appeared in the room and said hello to everyone. When she was seated, Rath sat down himself sitting next to Vilandra and across from the Queen. Pregnancy had made the young queen dull. She lacked her amazing sense of humor and fun. All her smiles were forced and it seemed as if she didn't want to be there. In fact she didn' felt as if she had let down her husband and her world. Zan tries not to touch her. Not to get attached to her anymore only in fear that she will hurt him again. A seventeen-year- old young mother has her world and the broken heart of her husband on her shoulders. Dirty Blonde eyelashes blinked down at the bowl of soup, the servants had just placed before her.
Zan rolled his eyes as he threw the letter in his hand over his shoulder. "Sometimes they write complete trash, I don't know why I put up with it and read it." The King's eyes lingered over towards the general for some comment or remark. The general looked up at everyone's eyes on him including the servant's.
"What?!" He said with a smile. Vilandra rolled her eyes and reached out to hold the general's hand under the table. He squeezed it gently as the mindless chatter continued and the servant's cleared the plated for the next course of wine and cheese.
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