.::Chapter 8::.The Loss of a Mighty King
"Emelia..." I broke from my weary sleep. "I saw her, my beautiful one. But...who was that with her?" my mind stressed with millions of bugging questions, ready to explode from my head. I rubbed hard on my temples, silently demanding answer from the Gods. "Why do you have to do this to me?" I bellowed aloud, unable to control my over bearing anger. I hated the Gods, they have succeeded in taking my beloved Father from me and now they're depriving me of my one true love? I flung the bedding aside angrily and stomped off to the bath. I submerged into the steaming water, the intensity of missing Emelia eating right into me by the very minute. "Damn the bastard Gods, to hell with them!" I screamed. But then I paused, utterly shocked. I had never cursed before. I stared hard at the foamy water, as a wave of emotion washed against the back of my head. The sweet innocent image of my Emelia appeared in the water. Though it was just a mere hallucination, it kept me sane for just the right time. I hurriedly got up and dried myself well before slipping on a fresh tunic. I stared hard into the mirror and saw a man who lacked the love and the one light of his very life stare back at me. I wanted to cry, to cry about everything that descended upon me. My father who was at his death bed, my one true love whom I fear has fallen for a man far more capable then I am, my new kingship after my father's death. I was stressed and I needed my source if comfort but...she's not here with me. I promptly sank into the couch at the dinning table as I stared vacantly at the enticing food. It all smelt like muck to me, I decided to skip breakfast. But just as I got up from my seat, my stomach croaked like a mismatched pair of frogs. I flopped back into the chair and helped myself to some steaming hot maza bread and topped it with some mullet and fresh carrots. A plain looking servant girl approached me as she filled my empty goblet with some wine. I gnawed ferociously at my maza bread and downed my goblet of wine before rushing off to my study. The library was peaceful as I browsed through the shelves. Suddenly, the doors swung open violently and Jeoff, my father's right-hand man rushed in looking upset and distressed. He rushed towards me nearly knocking over my pile of books. "My dear Lord, your father is ill and he seeks your audience! Hurry along now!" He croaked, trying hard to hold back his agony. After all, my father had treated him like he was part of the family. I stood up abruptly and blurted out," Where is he?" Jeoff wasted no time and shot back like a spring-mechanism. "Your father is in his chambers of course!" He gave me a pat of the back as I rushed frantically out of the study. "My father, do not live me!" I wanted to cry out. I was bound to lose my father one day, but why now? I despised the Gods for making my life so miserable. I ran up the stairs nearly crashing into startled servants along the way. As soon as I entered the huge chambers, the sight of my ghastly pale father weakened me by a million. Before entering the room, I tried to calm myself down by telling me that things might turn for the better but now this new hope was to be extinguished just as my father's flame of life was soon to be put out. I rushed over to his bedside and held onto his frail hand. "Hello, my dear son. Tis' my farewell to you and to the world." He smiled weakly at me as I heard his breath getting raspy. "Hush now father, you are weak and have to save your energy." I murmured, trying hard to hold back my tears. My heart burned, not with passion but with intense sorrow. I could feel his grasp on my hand getting weaker. "My son, the Gods bid me to join them in the heavens, is that not a better place?" He asked ever so patiently. Through my life, my father had always been patient and broad-hearted. He always put himself before others. "Yes, it is a better place but I never want you to leave me here, alone." My father chuckled heartily and replied "Dear son, you still have your brother, Quintus! But I do have one last favor for you. Would you fulfill it for me. My child." I stared with watery eyes at my failing father. The illness was eating right into him and I could almost feel his pain and sufferings. "Yes father, anything that you will, I shall do." I crooned, anxious about my father's last words. I knew I was going to lose him soon. "My child, take good care of Elsnore, I entrust her in your care and may the Gods aid your in your reig" he cut off abruptly and started coughing hysterically. "Father!" I cried. "Say no more, you have my trust." He smiled warmly and I watched with a stab in my heart as he murmured "Goodby..Bye..My..Dear..child" He breathed his last breath as his once cheery blue eyes hazed and disappeared into the darkness of his pupils. I clasped his frail and lifeless body and cried wildly. It was strange though, I wasn't exactly crying over the fact that I had just lost my father but because I was afraid to be out in the wilderness all by myself like a helpless babe. Jeoff walked in to the chambers with several priests trailing behind him. They sprinkled some sacred water over my father's body as they carried him out on a stretcher back to the temple to embalm him. I never wanted to let him go but finally gave in after Jeoff's countless coaxing. I dragged my feet out of the chambers.
For the next four days, a grand funeral was held and many guests from all over arrived to mourn over my father's death. I felt horrible and weak until I saw a familiar pair of turquoise eyes and a beautiful face amidst the bitter faces of the other mourners. "Emelia!" I cried out as I rushed over towards her and swept her up in my arms. "My dear lord..." her voice trailed off. I pulled her to me and embraced her. I felt my heart burn with love. Finally, she was in my arms that longed for her so dearly. When we finally pulled apart, I was startled by the sight of a handsome looking man with his hand on Emelia's soft back. I stared at him questioningly and watched as he tried hard to squirm out of my attention. He removed his hand from Emelia's back and shifted uncomfortably next to my love. I guess Emelia could have sensed the rising tension between us two men for she said in a gentle and soothing voice," My dear Lord, this is Francois, do you remember him?" I took one glance at the latter and said in a gruff voice," Do I not have a name? And I do not require ever meeting such a person in my life!" I rushed off immediately not turning back to look at those beautiful blue eyes. As I walked on I began questioning my actions. "Was I acting so aloof and petty back there?" I was afraid...afraid to lose Emelia. The Gods couldn't be so hurtful. My father is now gone, will Emelia be in the arms of another man and not me? I wanted to turn back and hold Emelia in my arms and tell her that I was sorry but I couldn't, somehow my heart didn't will me to. But I certainly hoped that Emelia could find a place somewhere in her heart to forgive me for being so crude and horrid.
A/N: Hey! Another chapter done! At first when I began on the chapter, I was having a silly ol' migraine! . Anyway, the mid-years begin this Monday and I'm trying my best to fork out some time to write this. Sorry for the short chapter. I assure you, after my exams the chapters will get longer. By the way, all these are imaginary settings etc. However certain things in the story are related to Greek Mythology and the Edwardian period. Sorry but the next chappie may take really long. Maybe two weeks or so...this poor girl writing is falling sick. Oh-oh...gotta' run, I need some medicine!
"Emelia..." I broke from my weary sleep. "I saw her, my beautiful one. But...who was that with her?" my mind stressed with millions of bugging questions, ready to explode from my head. I rubbed hard on my temples, silently demanding answer from the Gods. "Why do you have to do this to me?" I bellowed aloud, unable to control my over bearing anger. I hated the Gods, they have succeeded in taking my beloved Father from me and now they're depriving me of my one true love? I flung the bedding aside angrily and stomped off to the bath. I submerged into the steaming water, the intensity of missing Emelia eating right into me by the very minute. "Damn the bastard Gods, to hell with them!" I screamed. But then I paused, utterly shocked. I had never cursed before. I stared hard at the foamy water, as a wave of emotion washed against the back of my head. The sweet innocent image of my Emelia appeared in the water. Though it was just a mere hallucination, it kept me sane for just the right time. I hurriedly got up and dried myself well before slipping on a fresh tunic. I stared hard into the mirror and saw a man who lacked the love and the one light of his very life stare back at me. I wanted to cry, to cry about everything that descended upon me. My father who was at his death bed, my one true love whom I fear has fallen for a man far more capable then I am, my new kingship after my father's death. I was stressed and I needed my source if comfort but...she's not here with me. I promptly sank into the couch at the dinning table as I stared vacantly at the enticing food. It all smelt like muck to me, I decided to skip breakfast. But just as I got up from my seat, my stomach croaked like a mismatched pair of frogs. I flopped back into the chair and helped myself to some steaming hot maza bread and topped it with some mullet and fresh carrots. A plain looking servant girl approached me as she filled my empty goblet with some wine. I gnawed ferociously at my maza bread and downed my goblet of wine before rushing off to my study. The library was peaceful as I browsed through the shelves. Suddenly, the doors swung open violently and Jeoff, my father's right-hand man rushed in looking upset and distressed. He rushed towards me nearly knocking over my pile of books. "My dear Lord, your father is ill and he seeks your audience! Hurry along now!" He croaked, trying hard to hold back his agony. After all, my father had treated him like he was part of the family. I stood up abruptly and blurted out," Where is he?" Jeoff wasted no time and shot back like a spring-mechanism. "Your father is in his chambers of course!" He gave me a pat of the back as I rushed frantically out of the study. "My father, do not live me!" I wanted to cry out. I was bound to lose my father one day, but why now? I despised the Gods for making my life so miserable. I ran up the stairs nearly crashing into startled servants along the way. As soon as I entered the huge chambers, the sight of my ghastly pale father weakened me by a million. Before entering the room, I tried to calm myself down by telling me that things might turn for the better but now this new hope was to be extinguished just as my father's flame of life was soon to be put out. I rushed over to his bedside and held onto his frail hand. "Hello, my dear son. Tis' my farewell to you and to the world." He smiled weakly at me as I heard his breath getting raspy. "Hush now father, you are weak and have to save your energy." I murmured, trying hard to hold back my tears. My heart burned, not with passion but with intense sorrow. I could feel his grasp on my hand getting weaker. "My son, the Gods bid me to join them in the heavens, is that not a better place?" He asked ever so patiently. Through my life, my father had always been patient and broad-hearted. He always put himself before others. "Yes, it is a better place but I never want you to leave me here, alone." My father chuckled heartily and replied "Dear son, you still have your brother, Quintus! But I do have one last favor for you. Would you fulfill it for me. My child." I stared with watery eyes at my failing father. The illness was eating right into him and I could almost feel his pain and sufferings. "Yes father, anything that you will, I shall do." I crooned, anxious about my father's last words. I knew I was going to lose him soon. "My child, take good care of Elsnore, I entrust her in your care and may the Gods aid your in your reig" he cut off abruptly and started coughing hysterically. "Father!" I cried. "Say no more, you have my trust." He smiled warmly and I watched with a stab in my heart as he murmured "Goodby..Bye..My..Dear..child" He breathed his last breath as his once cheery blue eyes hazed and disappeared into the darkness of his pupils. I clasped his frail and lifeless body and cried wildly. It was strange though, I wasn't exactly crying over the fact that I had just lost my father but because I was afraid to be out in the wilderness all by myself like a helpless babe. Jeoff walked in to the chambers with several priests trailing behind him. They sprinkled some sacred water over my father's body as they carried him out on a stretcher back to the temple to embalm him. I never wanted to let him go but finally gave in after Jeoff's countless coaxing. I dragged my feet out of the chambers.
For the next four days, a grand funeral was held and many guests from all over arrived to mourn over my father's death. I felt horrible and weak until I saw a familiar pair of turquoise eyes and a beautiful face amidst the bitter faces of the other mourners. "Emelia!" I cried out as I rushed over towards her and swept her up in my arms. "My dear lord..." her voice trailed off. I pulled her to me and embraced her. I felt my heart burn with love. Finally, she was in my arms that longed for her so dearly. When we finally pulled apart, I was startled by the sight of a handsome looking man with his hand on Emelia's soft back. I stared at him questioningly and watched as he tried hard to squirm out of my attention. He removed his hand from Emelia's back and shifted uncomfortably next to my love. I guess Emelia could have sensed the rising tension between us two men for she said in a gentle and soothing voice," My dear Lord, this is Francois, do you remember him?" I took one glance at the latter and said in a gruff voice," Do I not have a name? And I do not require ever meeting such a person in my life!" I rushed off immediately not turning back to look at those beautiful blue eyes. As I walked on I began questioning my actions. "Was I acting so aloof and petty back there?" I was afraid...afraid to lose Emelia. The Gods couldn't be so hurtful. My father is now gone, will Emelia be in the arms of another man and not me? I wanted to turn back and hold Emelia in my arms and tell her that I was sorry but I couldn't, somehow my heart didn't will me to. But I certainly hoped that Emelia could find a place somewhere in her heart to forgive me for being so crude and horrid.
A/N: Hey! Another chapter done! At first when I began on the chapter, I was having a silly ol' migraine! . Anyway, the mid-years begin this Monday and I'm trying my best to fork out some time to write this. Sorry for the short chapter. I assure you, after my exams the chapters will get longer. By the way, all these are imaginary settings etc. However certain things in the story are related to Greek Mythology and the Edwardian period. Sorry but the next chappie may take really long. Maybe two weeks or so...this poor girl writing is falling sick. Oh-oh...gotta' run, I need some medicine!