Alemay`s P.O.V
Ch. 2
Pounding. My head was pounding. I didn't want to open my stinging eyes. I tried to remember what had happened. Blurry memories came to my mind. I had barely let 5 arrows fly when I was hit over the head and went unconscious. I curled my fingers. What is so soft? The fabric underneath me felt like silk. Opening my eyes painfully I saw that it was silk. I was in a bed chamber. The walls were of grey stone. I was on a feather filled mattress with silken sheets. A bedside table with a wash basin and a mahogany wardrobe were the only other pieces of furniture in the chamber. My eyes shut again. I groaned aloud. This could only mean-.A creak came from the door. My eyes flew open; I rolled out of the bed quickly. On my feet I saw a small old woman in a servant's gown. She pointed to the wardrobe saying,
"You need to dress, do you need assistance?" the woman asked.
"No thank you I'm fine," I said in a shaky voice. I felt a stab of pain in my head and I put my hand to the pained spot and stumbled. The woman stepped forward and grabbed my arm.
"You need help," she said simply. She led me to the wardrobe, and opened it. Inside was an array of dresses. The woman selected a light blue dress with sliver embroidery. She helped me into the silver and white underskirts, and then eased the dress over my head. Once on, she tied the silk ribbons into a bow at my waist.
"I could have done all that myself" I grumbled as she plaited my hair into two long brown plaits, tying them off with a silk ribbon to mach the ribbons on my dress. The woman just grunted and made me put on the light blue silk slippers that I couldn't help but think would be no use while running. She grabbed my arm once again and walked me through the chamber's door. We walked through the passageway and came to the Great Hall. Waiting there were three people. One, a tall man with broad shoulders and a crown on his curly gray streaked brown hair must be the king. The other, a short, pudgy, sour faced man, whose name was Lord Edward, or as I call him,
"Father" I said with a curt nod.
"Alemay," he said with false love, "I have missed you dearly, child. This is King Cahl. Introduce yourself!"
I curtsied to the King, who bowed back.
"My name is Alemay. How do you do?" I said without emotion.
The King smiled showing his smile wrinkles around his eyes.
"Nice to see you! How was your trip? Was your venture a comfortable one? I trust your father had the servant in your carriage inform you of why you're here?"
Quick to understand I thought, it has been one year and yet he still has not told anyone I was gone, he must have made up a reason for my disappearance. A look from my father prompted me to say,
"The trip was so short and un-troublesome I hardly knew I was taking a trip! And the lazy servant managed to not tell me why I was coming here" I said almost smiling from the look on my father's face. My father's steely gaze turned into a full blown glare. The King looked puzzled, but he went on and said,
"Preparations have been made and the contract will be signed in two days time, at a feast to celebrate."
Suspicious I asked, "Celebrating what?"
The King smiled, "The wedding of course. Everyone wants to meet the future bride of my son and the future Queen."
Looking at their faces waiting for someone to say it was a jest. When no one did, I fainted.