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Mysterious Stranger
"He has found her?" The man shook nervously. Crouching before her steely gaze, he responded.
"Y-yes Missus." A small grin crept onto her marble like visage.
"Then he is crowned," she muttered. Reaching forward, she lifted a crystal glass, encompassing its coolness within her palm. Touching it to her full red lips, she tilted the crystal ever so slightly, allowing the expensive concoction to slide easily down her throat. Her mind wondered to the difficult task ahead; a task she cared non-to fondly for. Replacing the grail onto its stand, she faced the messenger.
"Tell them to prepare for my coming. The task shall be obeyed." With a flick of her wrist, a long staff appeared. Grasping it nobly, she descended the crimson steps and swept past the flustered man. Dropping to the floor, he grovelled in respect. Only when the loud "click" of the lead doors sound did he dare to raise his head. As he clutched his hat tightly, he felt a large pang of sympathy for the young princess. It should'nai have ta happen, he thought sadly.
The sunlight shone unmercifully onto her prone figure. Groaning in an unladylike manner, Serenity twisted uncomfortably, adjusting beneath a heavy arm. An arm? The thought broke past her foggy understanding. Peeking through heavy lids, she gasped.
Endymion grinned as the soft flower rose from his side. Her face grew red and flustered as she tried desperately to understand her position, bringing glorious thoughts of yesterday flooding into his mind.
"Endy?" she choked embarrassingly, lifting herself from his warmed side. It was the anniversary, she recalled, of when her prayers had been answered. For how long had she pined for the affections of a man she had still to meet? Still to learn from? On this day, he had come. Unbeknown to them both was the truth that their souls were intertwined and there love from afar had been pre planned, back before time knew its existence and the Universe her expanse.
The time before this present, when the accumulation of the love for each had permitted them to be freed from the confines of both lives was truly, conception for both.
Gently grabbing her fussing arm, he pulled her back onto his chest, nestling within the soft cloth, mud and hay. She resisted only slightly. "Endy, they will be scouring your path, shan't they?"
Pressing a long finger to her lips, he silenced her. "We shall deal with the Calvary when they come." Fiddling absently with her thick woollen skirt, she shrugged her shoulders, sending him slightly disheartened sensations. Sighing submissively, he pulled himself until he sat erect. Dusting his shoulders from remaining hay strands, he arched his back and yawned lazily. His shirt clung to him where the mud had dried and his musky odour carried the memory of the night's excursion.
Standing slowly, he brought his damsel to her feet, pulling the excess grass from her hair. "My my Serenity. You are quite a mess!" he scoffed. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, she slapped his hand away, casting a silly glance to his own appearance. Chuckling jovially, he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and escorted her from the arid barn.
Damien paced back and forth impatiently. This had been the thousandth of infinite times his cousin had left with no warning, nay message to keep he and the other royals from worry. Just as he was about to summon the guards to expel and search, the doors to the study burst open, revealing a dishevelled and glowing Prince.
"For how long to you plan to keep this façade, cousin?" His sharp, violet eyes flashed grimly. Ignoring the coldness of his relative's words, he grinned.
"Why, Damien, whatever to you mean?" His eyes narrowed, slits showing his passively aggressive nature. Knowing Endymion would never offer him the truth, he allowed the subject to brush by.
"A visitor has come for you, upon you mother's orders. I do believe she plans a betrothal." Endymion froze. Turning slowly, he faced the Duke. His face remained unreadable, turbulent emotions dancing behind his frigid mask.
"Does she?" lifting an eyebrow, he attempted nonchalance.
"That she does." The cool voice reached across the room. Both men turned in surprise, catching the eyes of the intruder.
Before them stood a woman of exquisite beauty: her long, flowing black hair hung freely down her back, draping over the shoulder of an elegantly sewn gown. Her eyes though, were the most intriguing. A deep garnet framed by thick lashes, they seemed to hold the knowledge of time and beyond. Her face held the same impassability that caught the memory of the Prince. It was the same look he donned on all of his diplomatic excursions. He understood her varying unwillingness to be here, on display like a worthless doll. Sympathy coursed through his veins.
"I am Setsuna, of the Victorian house." Both brothers extended the same courteously. Bowing, they voiced their names and welcomed her. Setsuna's gaze kept to the ebony haired Prince, following him even as he excused himself to freshen up. Damien smiled a sneer in disguise, and offered the lady a seat.
"Shall I call on the servants? That is, are you in need of anything." She did not reply. Keeping his anger in check, he responded, "very well. Please excuse me then. I have pressing matters that require my attendance."
Setsuna listened to his footsteps grow silent and farther away. Turning her head, she skimmed over the artful décor; renaissance paintings, sketches by the greatest of the romantic artists, thick velvets and creamy silk drapes...She stood and strode toward the window. Gazing from the frosted glass, she viewed the scuttle below.
Far in the distance, she could see the farmlands, sparse and scarcely spread. The houses and livestock sat upon temperamental bog land. One house caught her attention. Even from her distance, she could make out the slim figure of a young girl, racing across the tar filled land. Her hair flew like streamers behind a golden crown. The sight caused a stab in her heart. Unable to return to the view, she stepped away. Breathing deeply, she blinked her eyes; once, twice, thrice until her emotions hardened to stone. Remembering her duty, she spun on her heel and marched to the hall.
Mysterious Stranger
"He has found her?" The man shook nervously. Crouching before her steely gaze, he responded.
"Y-yes Missus." A small grin crept onto her marble like visage.
"Then he is crowned," she muttered. Reaching forward, she lifted a crystal glass, encompassing its coolness within her palm. Touching it to her full red lips, she tilted the crystal ever so slightly, allowing the expensive concoction to slide easily down her throat. Her mind wondered to the difficult task ahead; a task she cared non-to fondly for. Replacing the grail onto its stand, she faced the messenger.
"Tell them to prepare for my coming. The task shall be obeyed." With a flick of her wrist, a long staff appeared. Grasping it nobly, she descended the crimson steps and swept past the flustered man. Dropping to the floor, he grovelled in respect. Only when the loud "click" of the lead doors sound did he dare to raise his head. As he clutched his hat tightly, he felt a large pang of sympathy for the young princess. It should'nai have ta happen, he thought sadly.
The sunlight shone unmercifully onto her prone figure. Groaning in an unladylike manner, Serenity twisted uncomfortably, adjusting beneath a heavy arm. An arm? The thought broke past her foggy understanding. Peeking through heavy lids, she gasped.
Endymion grinned as the soft flower rose from his side. Her face grew red and flustered as she tried desperately to understand her position, bringing glorious thoughts of yesterday flooding into his mind.
"Endy?" she choked embarrassingly, lifting herself from his warmed side. It was the anniversary, she recalled, of when her prayers had been answered. For how long had she pined for the affections of a man she had still to meet? Still to learn from? On this day, he had come. Unbeknown to them both was the truth that their souls were intertwined and there love from afar had been pre planned, back before time knew its existence and the Universe her expanse.
The time before this present, when the accumulation of the love for each had permitted them to be freed from the confines of both lives was truly, conception for both.
Gently grabbing her fussing arm, he pulled her back onto his chest, nestling within the soft cloth, mud and hay. She resisted only slightly. "Endy, they will be scouring your path, shan't they?"
Pressing a long finger to her lips, he silenced her. "We shall deal with the Calvary when they come." Fiddling absently with her thick woollen skirt, she shrugged her shoulders, sending him slightly disheartened sensations. Sighing submissively, he pulled himself until he sat erect. Dusting his shoulders from remaining hay strands, he arched his back and yawned lazily. His shirt clung to him where the mud had dried and his musky odour carried the memory of the night's excursion.
Standing slowly, he brought his damsel to her feet, pulling the excess grass from her hair. "My my Serenity. You are quite a mess!" he scoffed. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, she slapped his hand away, casting a silly glance to his own appearance. Chuckling jovially, he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and escorted her from the arid barn.
Damien paced back and forth impatiently. This had been the thousandth of infinite times his cousin had left with no warning, nay message to keep he and the other royals from worry. Just as he was about to summon the guards to expel and search, the doors to the study burst open, revealing a dishevelled and glowing Prince.
"For how long to you plan to keep this façade, cousin?" His sharp, violet eyes flashed grimly. Ignoring the coldness of his relative's words, he grinned.
"Why, Damien, whatever to you mean?" His eyes narrowed, slits showing his passively aggressive nature. Knowing Endymion would never offer him the truth, he allowed the subject to brush by.
"A visitor has come for you, upon you mother's orders. I do believe she plans a betrothal." Endymion froze. Turning slowly, he faced the Duke. His face remained unreadable, turbulent emotions dancing behind his frigid mask.
"Does she?" lifting an eyebrow, he attempted nonchalance.
"That she does." The cool voice reached across the room. Both men turned in surprise, catching the eyes of the intruder.
Before them stood a woman of exquisite beauty: her long, flowing black hair hung freely down her back, draping over the shoulder of an elegantly sewn gown. Her eyes though, were the most intriguing. A deep garnet framed by thick lashes, they seemed to hold the knowledge of time and beyond. Her face held the same impassability that caught the memory of the Prince. It was the same look he donned on all of his diplomatic excursions. He understood her varying unwillingness to be here, on display like a worthless doll. Sympathy coursed through his veins.
"I am Setsuna, of the Victorian house." Both brothers extended the same courteously. Bowing, they voiced their names and welcomed her. Setsuna's gaze kept to the ebony haired Prince, following him even as he excused himself to freshen up. Damien smiled a sneer in disguise, and offered the lady a seat.
"Shall I call on the servants? That is, are you in need of anything." She did not reply. Keeping his anger in check, he responded, "very well. Please excuse me then. I have pressing matters that require my attendance."
Setsuna listened to his footsteps grow silent and farther away. Turning her head, she skimmed over the artful décor; renaissance paintings, sketches by the greatest of the romantic artists, thick velvets and creamy silk drapes...She stood and strode toward the window. Gazing from the frosted glass, she viewed the scuttle below.
Far in the distance, she could see the farmlands, sparse and scarcely spread. The houses and livestock sat upon temperamental bog land. One house caught her attention. Even from her distance, she could make out the slim figure of a young girl, racing across the tar filled land. Her hair flew like streamers behind a golden crown. The sight caused a stab in her heart. Unable to return to the view, she stepped away. Breathing deeply, she blinked her eyes; once, twice, thrice until her emotions hardened to stone. Remembering her duty, she spun on her heel and marched to the hall.