The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #6
Pen Name: EveryDayBella
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella
Rating: T
Word Count: 448
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So this didn't turn out like I thought it would. It's purely to much Tudors. LOL
Much love to Lellabeth, LryicalKris, and AngelcDevil for their help.
Castles are made to hold secrets. Every corner and hidden passage is designed to keep these secrets at bay. When those secrets get out they catch even the most devout and loyal in their wake of destruction.
And thus a man kneels before his Lord and King. His fine cloths mark him as a lord himself, but the way his head is bowed and the pain that is evident in his startling green eyes that speak of a man at the end of his rope and begging for just a hint of hope.
"Your Majesty, I beg of you, release my Lady Wife. I swear to you she has never spoken against you or your house. She is loyal and devout."
"Then why was your wife found in the company of traitors?" The King's voice is hard and bitter-the sound of a raging storm. "Perhaps you should have kept a closer eye on your own house, Lord Edward."
"The Lady Bella and I hide nothing. She knows my affairs as I know hers. She was trying to persuade your plotters to leave their course. She was but in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"And you trust the word of a woman?" The King sneers and Lord Edward's face falls. "Pleading on your wife's behalf makes you weak."
"Does it? Then I will prostrate myself before you." Lord Edward stretches out across the dirty floor. Only his head is raised to speak. "I will beg you, in front of your Court and your Council to spare my wife's life. Allow some grace and mercy to fall on her. She is my life and with her death you will surely kill me as well."
"What is it about this woman? Has she bewitched you?"
"She is more beautiful than the sun. She is as gracious as the queens of old. She is my heart, my compass, and the queen of my mind. She is mine as I am hers, and if that is witchcraft then I would be under her spell for all the days of my life."
The fireplace crackles as the king paces before his stricken lord. Could this love be so true that it could drive a strong and proud man to weakness and weeping before his King and Master?
"Your Majesty, for any love you may have once shown me, for any friendship we may have once shared, give me this one thing. Give me my wife. Pardon her or take my life in her stead."
Lord Edward's forehead hits the cold stone floor. He humbles himself, absolutely, in the hope that his King will listen.
The King sighs. What a decision to make.
