.::Chapter 2::. The Goddess Emelia
"My lady, I've yet to thank you for saving my life the other day." I murmured, staring straight into her eyes. Who was this strange beauty who resembled the angel of the King of the Heavens? She looked so fragile, shaking before me. "Did she fear me?" I feared. The chamber was ghastly silent. I reached forward to clasp her delicate wrist, bend my neck and kissed her hand politely. "My lady, I am Claudius first son to Polonius; King of Elsnore." She smiled meekly and shuffled her feet against the tiled floor. T his lady, she was so beautiful. Her silvery mane spilled over her shoulders and caressed against her chest. Her eyes were deep-set, full of mystery and emotions. I felt hot blood creeping up my neck to my cheeks. Flushed, I turned away to prevent what I thought of an embarrassing moment. Suddenly she got up and looked uneasily at me. There was a sense of panic and anxiety written all over her beautiful porcelain face. "My lord, p- please excuse me as...as...it is time for my..."she paused and looked up from the ground eventually. Her face a bright peachy-red. She stammered, "it is time for my...my...r-riding session." With that, she hurriedly curtsied and left the room. "Wait my lady, will you see me again tomorrow?" I asked feeling a slight sense of dejection surrounding my heart. "Maybe..." she called out. And she disappeared down the hallway.
My heart sank a little. My mind whirling with all sorts of crazy questions. "Who was this goddess?", "What was her name?" ,"How old is she?" ,"Why did she keep so quiet"... I sank down into the couch and rubbed hard on my temples thinking "I must see her again". I didn't really know why but it felt like as though we had met before, in a previous life possibly. Indeed she was the one, the one for me. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
Later in the afternoon, I heard a voice calling out to me, "my lord, my lord!". Immediately, I opened my eyes, and next to me was a servant. She enquired" My lord, dinner is being served in a quarter hours time. Would you be joining his sire and lady Emelia?" I blinked at her, for that moment, my brain stopped working. But I managed to recover and gave the servant a firm nod. She turned towards the door and gave a polite bow before closing the door behind her. "Lady Emelia..." I thought silently to myself. "Could she be the goddess in my room this morn?" I questioned. I got up and dragged myself across the chamber to the far corner where the tub was. Within just mere minutes, I emerged refreshed and clean.
Dining room was rather empty except for a long dining table which stretched from one end of the room to the other. The table was well-laid and there was a feast prepared that was fit for the gods. But the food tasted like tasteless broth to me for sitting opposite me was none other then the beautiful creature that was in my chambers earlier that day. She sipped her lamb stew broth demurely and sliced her veil daintily. She was almost perfect, so demure and so...untouchable. The dinner ended with fresh seasonal fruits and it was absolutely heavenly. I returned to my chambers shortly after dinner pondering on one very thought. "Why was she avoiding me?" It seemed that throughout the entire feast, Lady Emelia had her beautiful eyes fixed on her food and nothing else. She didn't look up neither did she even say a single word except for a goodnight to the King. She was glassy-eyed all night and I tried to ignore it but it eventually ate into me. I couldn't bring myself to admitting that she would never fall for a man like me.
"My lady, I've yet to thank you for saving my life the other day." I murmured, staring straight into her eyes. Who was this strange beauty who resembled the angel of the King of the Heavens? She looked so fragile, shaking before me. "Did she fear me?" I feared. The chamber was ghastly silent. I reached forward to clasp her delicate wrist, bend my neck and kissed her hand politely. "My lady, I am Claudius first son to Polonius; King of Elsnore." She smiled meekly and shuffled her feet against the tiled floor. T his lady, she was so beautiful. Her silvery mane spilled over her shoulders and caressed against her chest. Her eyes were deep-set, full of mystery and emotions. I felt hot blood creeping up my neck to my cheeks. Flushed, I turned away to prevent what I thought of an embarrassing moment. Suddenly she got up and looked uneasily at me. There was a sense of panic and anxiety written all over her beautiful porcelain face. "My lord, p- please excuse me as...as...it is time for my..."she paused and looked up from the ground eventually. Her face a bright peachy-red. She stammered, "it is time for my...my...r-riding session." With that, she hurriedly curtsied and left the room. "Wait my lady, will you see me again tomorrow?" I asked feeling a slight sense of dejection surrounding my heart. "Maybe..." she called out. And she disappeared down the hallway.
My heart sank a little. My mind whirling with all sorts of crazy questions. "Who was this goddess?", "What was her name?" ,"How old is she?" ,"Why did she keep so quiet"... I sank down into the couch and rubbed hard on my temples thinking "I must see her again". I didn't really know why but it felt like as though we had met before, in a previous life possibly. Indeed she was the one, the one for me. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
Later in the afternoon, I heard a voice calling out to me, "my lord, my lord!". Immediately, I opened my eyes, and next to me was a servant. She enquired" My lord, dinner is being served in a quarter hours time. Would you be joining his sire and lady Emelia?" I blinked at her, for that moment, my brain stopped working. But I managed to recover and gave the servant a firm nod. She turned towards the door and gave a polite bow before closing the door behind her. "Lady Emelia..." I thought silently to myself. "Could she be the goddess in my room this morn?" I questioned. I got up and dragged myself across the chamber to the far corner where the tub was. Within just mere minutes, I emerged refreshed and clean.
Dining room was rather empty except for a long dining table which stretched from one end of the room to the other. The table was well-laid and there was a feast prepared that was fit for the gods. But the food tasted like tasteless broth to me for sitting opposite me was none other then the beautiful creature that was in my chambers earlier that day. She sipped her lamb stew broth demurely and sliced her veil daintily. She was almost perfect, so demure and so...untouchable. The dinner ended with fresh seasonal fruits and it was absolutely heavenly. I returned to my chambers shortly after dinner pondering on one very thought. "Why was she avoiding me?" It seemed that throughout the entire feast, Lady Emelia had her beautiful eyes fixed on her food and nothing else. She didn't look up neither did she even say a single word except for a goodnight to the King. She was glassy-eyed all night and I tried to ignore it but it eventually ate into me. I couldn't bring myself to admitting that she would never fall for a man like me.