Disclaimer: Again, don't own.
Chapter 2
He was almost there. Soon he would be able to see the shinning lights of Albion. Soon he would see Esther.
Ion must have walked all over his airship at least a dozen times. He was nervous. During the last five years he'd been with Father Nightroad. He spent most of his time training on how to fight. He no longer looked like the little child of five years ago. Ion had grown taller, with broad shoulders. His once elegant frame now hardened giving him strong muscles. His blond hair still fell into his red eyes. Sometimes he would write to Esther, and let her know that all is well. She could never reply to his short letters, because she didn't know where to send it.
Father Nightroad was against his decision on going to Albion. "She's been promised to the Duke of Ireland. There's nothing that can be done about it, Ion. Can't you just write to her, and give her your congratulations?"
"I seriously doubt that she thrilled about this. Damn it, Abel!" Ion swore. "The Duke is an old man! He is an infidel dog who doesn't deserve Esther's love, or to be the next King of Albion!"
"Calm yourself, Ion." replied the priest. "I know you care for Esther's happiness. So do I. But like I said, it's done."
"No. It's not done until she says 'I do'." Ion turned and stormed out through the door.
Ion had made up his mind. For years the young Methuselah has been in love with Esther. And now he is finally going to tell her. He should have told her that day back in the Empire. Before she left for Vatican, but he was afraid. Ion knew that it was forbidden for a Methuselah to love a Terran, so he kept silent. He needed to see Esther, and try and talk her out of this marriage. To save her from probably the biggest mistake she would make.
The airship has finally started its landing. There was a vehicle waiting to take the Earl of Memphis to the royal Palace. All the way to the Palace, Ion kept going over what he was going to say to the Queen in his head. The familiar feeling of nervousness was setting back in his stomach. But he ignored it.
The car stopped and Ion got out. He was escorted through the many halls of the Palace, until they stopped in front of a large door. Ion gripped the knob and turned it slowly. He entered the room and looked around. No Esther. The room was filled with furniture and floor to ceiling bookcases. Ion made his way out on the balcony. He gazed out at the city, unaware that the door opened and someone walked in.
Ion turned to go back inside, when he stopped in his steps. Esther was standing just 10 feet away from him. Her eyes wide. Ion was almost afraid to move. They just stood there, staring at each other. The Queen looked very tired. She wore a plain pink gown made for the summer weather. Her hair was loose around her. Ion took a step towards her.
"Esth-"
But he was cut off. Esther flung herself into his arms, sobbing. She held onto him as if her life depended on it. Ion slowly put his arms about her. He made soft, soothing noises to calm her. Eventually her sobs ended, and she looked up at him. He was much taller than she was now. Her saphire eyes shinning with tears. Ion smiled at her, and continued to hold her.
"I'm so glad you're here, kaka." said Esther.
"Of course I'm here Esther. I'll always be here when you need me." Ion said. Without knowing it, he brought his hand to her cheek and cupped her face. "But please call me Ion."
(A/N: Another one down. I think I did a pretty good job on this chapter. Let me know what you think.) :)
