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In A Era of Innocence
by
Alyson Grant
Living in a world of lies and deceit a woman falls prey to love. A son, who is heir to the throne lives in this world as he ascends into adulthood without a mothers gentle hand. It takes the fates of misfortune and distress to realize love is a path to be taken. In the aftermath of death, true love can either be found or denied. This is the early saga of a family whose trials and tribulations will forever live infamy.
Chapter Two
As the wedding day neared I moved to the palace. On the first day there the Queen was there. She was a commanding woman who despite her obvious age was still quite formidable. That was a quality that made her a good ruler but when I was terrified of all the changes that were taking place in my life, with little help or reassurance to guide me, that particular quality of hers wasn't helpful. It seemed like her beady brown eyes that were oddly enough flecked with a gold were following my every move and action. Her smile didn't play it's part as it seemed mocking and as if she were just waiting for a mistake to be made.
The wedding was to be a elaborate affair. I myself would have preferred something smaller and more intimate but both his mother who was still the reigning Queen and mine were not about to take my small opinions into consideration to the final plans. Ironic...isn't it?
I mean, I was only the bride and it was only my wedding but to please my mother and my future mother in law I agreed to everything. It was a small gesture but perhaps I should have tried harder. In retrospect I wonder if that submissive action I showed and the trait in my personality that dictated to me that I should always be eager to please no matter what the consequences, was the beginning of the unraveling of my life. The night before the wedding he came to me and said to enjoy tonight because it was to be my last night of complete freedom. Parts of myself were already beginning to slip away...
In a glass carriage with magnificent horses pulling it and dressed in a traditional yet intricate white wedding dress I made my entrance into the grand cathedral. With it's high arched ceilings and stained glass it was a place to admire and be in awe of. The dress was a white, pure as snow with a shimmering thread of pearl embroidery creeping elaborately with a design of gentle swirls up the long train that followed my every movement. I felt beautiful and happy. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. From the time I walked down the aisle with my father, passed Caroline sitting in one of the aisle seats and felt a slight shiver as she looked me with sharp eyes of hers should have been one of the first signs I should have noticed and taken note of for events to come.
Taking small steps and praying to be graceful throughout the entire walk I did just that. I felt my heart hammer in my chest as my father left me to continue the walk once more. He was beaming and gave me a happy smile. The groom looked handsome at the foot of the aisle as I was walking toward him. More and more rose petals were falling gently on the surface beneath my feet with every step I took.
Suddenly it seemed all to soon that I was looking deeply into his eyes and hearing myself echoing those two most turbulent and heady words one can possibly say, "I do". We kissed and while it seemed like only the previous second I was walking down the aisle with my father giving me away, I was walking up the aisle admits joyous and tearfully sentimental faces, arm and arm with my husband. My husband...
The wedding night was to be as expected. He was gentle and loving as we consummated our marriage. He was strong and possessive that night. His muscular body was toned and defined which made it evident that the many years of being athletic were not spent in vain. While his boyish grin was one that I adored and usually made me feel at ease, I couldn't stop my blushes when I saw him naked for the first time. While I was in his arms beneath the silk covers he whispered sweet nothings in my ear and all but ordered me relax. I guess I was a little nervous and uncertain that night. Isn't everyone at first?
That first year together would be one that was shrouded in mystery. Once one of his cufflinks were in the room and I looked at the inscription which said. When I asked him about it he could never give me a straight answer. I noticed a receipt for flowers that were to be delivered. Flowers I never received.
Once his friend or so I thought Caroline asked me if I would be riding with my husband during the hunts. He's a avid fan of riding in general and just about everyone seems to enjoy hunting. I myself consider it to be a barbaric and cruel custom. I shudder to think of those poor animals pawns in a game for a person's enjoyment!
Aside from children I had always had a strong passion for animals and their welfare. I said no because I haven't ridden since a childhood accident which left me in fear of ever getting back in the saddle. I'll never forget the quick smug, almost satisfied look that appeared on her face and curved her painted red mouth when I answered her. I wondered about her reaction...
It would be nearly a year and a half since we first wed that I discovered that I was pregnant. He seemed happy by the news because he would have a heir. Knowing the way society dictates I think he wanted a son. Everyone always wants son's because they are supposed to be born leaders. I never believed that for a second that only men were born leaders. It's such a old fashioned concept that I abhor. Never the less after many hours of painful labor on August 3, in the early morning I became a mother to a baby boy I fell in love with at first sight. My husband became a father to a child when in retrospect it seemed like he was still a child with a lot of maturing to do. I only realized his ways after we married and over time it seemed like he wasn't the man I fell in love with and married. Did he change or did I? It's a question I pondered during the years my son was growing up.
When Endymoin was six years old I became a mother once more. This time to a daughter who's piercing wail and scrunched up face stole a piece of my heart as well. Alexandria , with her small head with the tiniest fuzz of black hair became silent soon after her Endymoin held her as he met her for the first time. Endymoin seemed completely besotted and in love with her. His fingers touched her tiny hands and he cheerfully smiled as he looked up at me with awe.
"She's so tiny Mommy! Can we keep her?"
My husband barely managed to control his laughter at his son's innocent question. Even I had a small
good humored smile on my face and let loose a warm chuckle when I answered him:
"Of course we can keep her sweetie. She is your sister."
"For forever and ever?" He asked this next question with the wonder and innocence only a child can posses. He had a certain angelic quality that made me love him even more with each passing day I looked into his eyes and saw the love held there for me, his mother. It was something I hoped would never change. I touched his soft hair briefly with my free hand and kissed him on the cheek before answering.
I couldn't hold it in. I laughed as I said in response to his question, "For forever and ever."
I felt so happy in that moment. My husband and our two children were there surrounding me with their love. My own small family. In that moment I was content in the safe cocoon they provided and wished upon wish that we would always be together and this happy. Looking back, I smile a sad smile. If only wishes could come true...
In A Era of Innocence
by
Alyson Grant
Living in a world of lies and deceit a woman falls prey to love. A son, who is heir to the throne lives in this world as he ascends into adulthood without a mothers gentle hand. It takes the fates of misfortune and distress to realize love is a path to be taken. In the aftermath of death, true love can either be found or denied. This is the early saga of a family whose trials and tribulations will forever live infamy.
Chapter Two
As the wedding day neared I moved to the palace. On the first day there the Queen was there. She was a commanding woman who despite her obvious age was still quite formidable. That was a quality that made her a good ruler but when I was terrified of all the changes that were taking place in my life, with little help or reassurance to guide me, that particular quality of hers wasn't helpful. It seemed like her beady brown eyes that were oddly enough flecked with a gold were following my every move and action. Her smile didn't play it's part as it seemed mocking and as if she were just waiting for a mistake to be made.
The wedding was to be a elaborate affair. I myself would have preferred something smaller and more intimate but both his mother who was still the reigning Queen and mine were not about to take my small opinions into consideration to the final plans. Ironic...isn't it?
I mean, I was only the bride and it was only my wedding but to please my mother and my future mother in law I agreed to everything. It was a small gesture but perhaps I should have tried harder. In retrospect I wonder if that submissive action I showed and the trait in my personality that dictated to me that I should always be eager to please no matter what the consequences, was the beginning of the unraveling of my life. The night before the wedding he came to me and said to enjoy tonight because it was to be my last night of complete freedom. Parts of myself were already beginning to slip away...
In a glass carriage with magnificent horses pulling it and dressed in a traditional yet intricate white wedding dress I made my entrance into the grand cathedral. With it's high arched ceilings and stained glass it was a place to admire and be in awe of. The dress was a white, pure as snow with a shimmering thread of pearl embroidery creeping elaborately with a design of gentle swirls up the long train that followed my every movement. I felt beautiful and happy. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. From the time I walked down the aisle with my father, passed Caroline sitting in one of the aisle seats and felt a slight shiver as she looked me with sharp eyes of hers should have been one of the first signs I should have noticed and taken note of for events to come.
Taking small steps and praying to be graceful throughout the entire walk I did just that. I felt my heart hammer in my chest as my father left me to continue the walk once more. He was beaming and gave me a happy smile. The groom looked handsome at the foot of the aisle as I was walking toward him. More and more rose petals were falling gently on the surface beneath my feet with every step I took.
Suddenly it seemed all to soon that I was looking deeply into his eyes and hearing myself echoing those two most turbulent and heady words one can possibly say, "I do". We kissed and while it seemed like only the previous second I was walking down the aisle with my father giving me away, I was walking up the aisle admits joyous and tearfully sentimental faces, arm and arm with my husband. My husband...
The wedding night was to be as expected. He was gentle and loving as we consummated our marriage. He was strong and possessive that night. His muscular body was toned and defined which made it evident that the many years of being athletic were not spent in vain. While his boyish grin was one that I adored and usually made me feel at ease, I couldn't stop my blushes when I saw him naked for the first time. While I was in his arms beneath the silk covers he whispered sweet nothings in my ear and all but ordered me relax. I guess I was a little nervous and uncertain that night. Isn't everyone at first?
That first year together would be one that was shrouded in mystery. Once one of his cufflinks were in the room and I looked at the inscription which said. When I asked him about it he could never give me a straight answer. I noticed a receipt for flowers that were to be delivered. Flowers I never received.
Once his friend or so I thought Caroline asked me if I would be riding with my husband during the hunts. He's a avid fan of riding in general and just about everyone seems to enjoy hunting. I myself consider it to be a barbaric and cruel custom. I shudder to think of those poor animals pawns in a game for a person's enjoyment!
Aside from children I had always had a strong passion for animals and their welfare. I said no because I haven't ridden since a childhood accident which left me in fear of ever getting back in the saddle. I'll never forget the quick smug, almost satisfied look that appeared on her face and curved her painted red mouth when I answered her. I wondered about her reaction...
It would be nearly a year and a half since we first wed that I discovered that I was pregnant. He seemed happy by the news because he would have a heir. Knowing the way society dictates I think he wanted a son. Everyone always wants son's because they are supposed to be born leaders. I never believed that for a second that only men were born leaders. It's such a old fashioned concept that I abhor. Never the less after many hours of painful labor on August 3, in the early morning I became a mother to a baby boy I fell in love with at first sight. My husband became a father to a child when in retrospect it seemed like he was still a child with a lot of maturing to do. I only realized his ways after we married and over time it seemed like he wasn't the man I fell in love with and married. Did he change or did I? It's a question I pondered during the years my son was growing up.
When Endymoin was six years old I became a mother once more. This time to a daughter who's piercing wail and scrunched up face stole a piece of my heart as well. Alexandria , with her small head with the tiniest fuzz of black hair became silent soon after her Endymoin held her as he met her for the first time. Endymoin seemed completely besotted and in love with her. His fingers touched her tiny hands and he cheerfully smiled as he looked up at me with awe.
"She's so tiny Mommy! Can we keep her?"
My husband barely managed to control his laughter at his son's innocent question. Even I had a small
good humored smile on my face and let loose a warm chuckle when I answered him:
"Of course we can keep her sweetie. She is your sister."
"For forever and ever?" He asked this next question with the wonder and innocence only a child can posses. He had a certain angelic quality that made me love him even more with each passing day I looked into his eyes and saw the love held there for me, his mother. It was something I hoped would never change. I touched his soft hair briefly with my free hand and kissed him on the cheek before answering.
I couldn't hold it in. I laughed as I said in response to his question, "For forever and ever."
I felt so happy in that moment. My husband and our two children were there surrounding me with their love. My own small family. In that moment I was content in the safe cocoon they provided and wished upon wish that we would always be together and this happy. Looking back, I smile a sad smile. If only wishes could come true...