Outside the Infirmary
Whittney's eyes were down cast, she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. It seemed that her father's glare was that powerful. The brunette wished to make a hole in stone when she heard the voice of the girl beside her.
"My lord, the queen is in the infirmary shouldn't you look after him?" Bella questioned to the king.
"I will talk to you later young lady. Don't worry Artie your hero is coming." After yelling this, the king leaped into the room with the Jack following leaving the two girls alone.
"Thank you," Whittney said letting go of a breath she was holding.
Bella just nodded, she understood how a hyperactive elder could get on a girl's nerves. She prayed for forgiveness from the queen who would be the center of the king's attention. Bella looked down to see that Whittney still kept her eyes on the floor. This caused the blonde to jump into action which meant Whittney being pulled by her wrist and running behind the blonde.
"Where are we going?" gasped Whittney as she almost tripped on her dress.
Bella, on feeling the tug of her almost falling decided to slow down. This was the only answer to the brunette's question. After a few minutes she got her answer with the smell of baking bread.
"The kitchen?"
"It was either this or the armory," Bella replied sitting the girl in one of the chairs.
"That still doesn't tell me why we're here," Whittney huffed as she crossed her arms and pouted.
She's like Tini, I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.
"Just sit down, and close your eyes," ordered the elder blonde.
"Alright, but that still doesn't tell me why we're here..." the girl was stopped when something warm filled her mouth.
It tasted like sweet berries and with a butter filled crust. It reminded the girl of happier times when it was peaceful and her parents would tell her stories about when they met. When she opened her eyes she was met with the blue eyes of Bella's. Then she looked down to see a loaf of bread in the blonde's hands with a piece missing.
"You like it?" the blonde asked with a smirk.
"Yes, but what is this?"
"It's called Memory bread," answered Bella as she took a little bite for herself.
"I guess it's called that because you remember something when you eat it," Whittney guessed.
Bella nodded and swallowed her bread; Whittney didn't miss the smile that Bella had. The brunette waited until the girl was done and then asked.
"Who made it?"
"I did," murmured Bella but Whittney could hear.
"You did, but how..."
"I learned from my mom," snapped Bella which to her surprised caused the princess to laugh.
This went on for a few minutes, which caused the blonde to mutter something about uncle, armory, and sword. After hearing a few of these Whittney stopped laughing and looked up at the blonde.
"You're done?"
"Yes, and I'm sorry...I didn't mean to laugh," Whittney apologized.
"It's okay, sometimes when I speak it's like mom other times it my papa," Bella explained.
"Why don't you tell me about them? I mean the only people I met from your family are Tina, Lance, and your uncle."
"Well, my mom was originally from Spades. His name is Tino, and was the omega child of a baker. He grew up making bread with my grandparents, until they were both taken away by fever. This left my mom alone." The girl stopped and took a breath.
"A few years later, a man from Hearts came into the bakery. Papa said it was love at first sight, mom...well let's just say that papa knocked him off his feet. After waking mom from his faint, my papa told him that he wanted to marry mom. After a few days of thinking about my mom said yes and he left his home to go with my papa."
"So your mom left everything just to be with your papa, no offense but it sounds like all the stories that my mum told me..." Whittney interrupted.
"I know, but it's true. Now are you done questioning so I can tell you about my papa?" Bella huffed not liking being interrupted.
"Oh right, please go on."
"Right, well after my mom said yes, papa took him to hearts where he finally told mom what he did."
"Which is…."?
"No questions, remember."
"Sorry."
"He told my mom his name was Berwald Oxsterina and he was king's blacksmith. Mom on hearing this tried to tell papa that he wasn't worthy of him. My papa told him he was wrong he told my mom, 'you're my wife, and if anyone says different I will break them.'"
Bella took a break, and smiled a little. Whittney on the other hand was shocked, not about what the girl's papa said but who he was. Berwald Oxsterina was known throughout all of the lands. His work was said to be so clean and sharp that it would slice a man in two without pain. They said that the man once killed a man barehanded because he bad mouthed an omega who had just lost their husband. The man was known as the Giant of Hearts.
"Are you alright?" Whittney was brought out of her thoughts when Bella's voice of worry filled her ears.
"I'm fine...anyway, tell me more."
"Okay, well when they got to Hearts, both the Ace and King came down to meet the omega who won my papa's heart. Mom was so worried he was shaking, but when he met both Jack and Queen he was fine. The king even married my parents, and a few months later a perfect Alpha boy was born."
"Lance," Whittney interjected.
"Yes, it was a surprise for my mom when my brother was born, because of his red hair. My papa told him it was fine, that was because my papa's mother's side had red hair. When my brother turned five my mom told papa and the court that he was pregnant. A few months later Tina and myself were born," Bella took a breath.
"When Lance was eight years old, he decided that he didn't want to be a smith. He asked our uncle to teach him the art of war. Mom was worried about this, and would sometimes cry when Lars left for training. This also made him more protective of us, and I really didn't help things."
"What do you mean?" Whittney questioned and then put her hand over her mouth.
"You've seen my magic. I learned I had it when I was 8; it was when I was watching uncle and Lance spar. I was sitting on one of the barrels filled with water watching them. It was close to the smithy and papa was working on a blade. Uncle and Lance were fighting with practice swords they were metal but not sharpened enough to kill, but bruise. It was when uncle knocked Lars down and put the sword to his neck that it happened," as Bella took a breath Whittney gently patted her back.
"My body started to burn, it felt like someone was stabbing me with sewing needles. I could hear papa running toward me. It was then I saw that the swords that both my uncle and brother were floating out their hands and were attacking my uncle. If my father wasn't so worried about me I think he would have laughed seeing my uncle running from the two swords."
"I woke up a few hours later; I was in our quarters in the castle. Mom rushed over and cried, but papa and the king were talking in another room with both Ace and my uncle. When they came into the room my mom gripped me tighter. It was decided that I would learn to how to fight, just to defend myself."
"So you know how to fight, then why..." Whittney started.
"Soren, our cousin told me not to use my powers... I shouldn't have listened to him. If I did then maybe he'll be alive..."
"You don't know that," Whittney stated, a little angry for her friend blaming herself.
"I know, but..."
"No buts, like my mum says, 'stiff upper lip', and I do believe that your cousin would say the same thing," Whittney replied with a smile.
"You know you act like my sister sometimes," Bella informed the brunette.
"Is that so bad?"
"It depends, so you kissed the rogue," Bella jested.
"It wasn't planned..." admitted Whittney.
"Still, why don't you tell me about it?"
"Why?"
"I told you about my family."
"Okay."
The rest of the time Whittney talked about how she met the rogue. When she finished it was nighttime and the two headed back to their rooms for need rest. Unbeknownst to the two, that night would be the last night of peaceful sleep for the both of them.
