Part 11
A guard hastened through the halls of Simrach castle to get to his king. 'My liege?', he exclaimed as he stumbled into the throneroom. 'Yes, what is it?', the agitated voice of the high commander replied.
The guard frowned. Though it wasn't unusual for Hirmas to talk for the king, it was highly annoying to see the king gazing at the table surface, hearing information meant for him but being either unwilling or unable to reply.
The servants and castle guard knew Hirmas was involved in dark magic and manipulating the king, making him weaker and weaker until he could take over the throne. Yet there were spies everywhere and they could not prove a thing. Hirmas had made Cian into one of his puppets..
'A ship has been spotted at the horizon, it bears the colours of Rheged!' the guard spoke in the direction of the king, avoiding Hirmas's gaze.
This time Cian looked up: 'Garrett!', he beamed. Garrett was one of the king's bestest friends ever since they were little boys. Not only was he curious to see his friend again after was must've been three years, he was also incredibly eager to hear about his adventures overseas. He had heard about the infamous battles in Kells and Temra, about Garrett becoming a Mystic Knight.
'Prepare a horse and let someone get my cloak!', Cian stood up, but a hand with long cold fingers pushed him back to his seat. 'Your majesty, I do not think it would be wise to leave the castle. Your health wouldn't permit it!', the sly voice of Hirmas sounded. A shadow passed over Cian's face. His cheer seemed to have vanished as sudden as it had appeared.
'You are right..', he said slowly, as if hypnotised. 'I propose myself to ride towards our guests.', a smirk appeared on Hirmas's face. Cian was staring at the table's surface again. 'Do not worry, majesty, I will make them feel most welcome!' He turned on his heel and left the room.
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Just a few moments and the ship would enter the Red Bay. Angus would for the first time tread on his homeland's soil. He was fighting the nauseating feeling on his stomach; would he spend the rest of his life on this island? Or would it be a disappointment like most of his life had been..
His thoughts were going back to his departure in Kells, to the inner court of the castle. Garrett had already made for the ship to make some final preparations and Rohan was in the royal stables to sadle on two horses. He'd decided to ride with his friend until where Garrett's ship was harboured. Angus was now saying goodbye to Deirdre.
'Will I ever see you again?', Deirdre said softly. She'd looked so sad, as if she would start crying any moment. Maybe she had cried when he left, he didn't know.
'You definately haven't seen the last of me yet, princess!', Angus joked, but then continued in a more serious tone: 'No matter where I'll be, I will always regard Kells as my home.'
Deirdre smiled. 'Sweet Angus..' Angus knew she would now kiss him goodbye in the same fashion she once kissed Garrett when he promised to sail princess Lynette home. How he had envied Garrett, but now he felt very unpleasant at the thought of feeling her lips on his cheek. She was just married to his best friend, he shouldn't feel any craving towards her!
She must've known no one was looking for she kissed him on the lips. Angus was overwhelmed but didn't fight back this time; he thought he would die in desire. The touch of her hand on his cheek, her warm lips pressed against his; it was too much. He wanted more though he knew that would be impossible. When their lips finally parted for what seemed like an eternity, they looked at each other for a few moments in silence.
'Angus, are you ready?' Rohan's words pulled both of them back to reality. When Rohan and Angus left the castle and rode for the harbour, Angus didn't utter a word. The guild was too much. He loved his best friends wife, and what more, she loved him back..
And now, when Angus regarded his new home, all he could think of was her ginger hair, her sparkling blue eyes, her velvet skin..
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When i created Cian i was thinking of Henry Thomas. He always reminded me of a soft version of Vincent Walsh so here are two piccies of him from the fab movie 'I capture the castle' to know what Cian looks like. Not the best pics but it gives you an impression of what he might look like:
http://www.thezreview.co.uk/images2/icapturedthecastle03.jpg http://www.thezreview.co.uk/images2/icapturedthecastle02.jpg
Thank you for your loyal reviews Dr. D1 and Aluralas. You're the greatest reason for continueing this story.
A guard hastened through the halls of Simrach castle to get to his king. 'My liege?', he exclaimed as he stumbled into the throneroom. 'Yes, what is it?', the agitated voice of the high commander replied.
The guard frowned. Though it wasn't unusual for Hirmas to talk for the king, it was highly annoying to see the king gazing at the table surface, hearing information meant for him but being either unwilling or unable to reply.
The servants and castle guard knew Hirmas was involved in dark magic and manipulating the king, making him weaker and weaker until he could take over the throne. Yet there were spies everywhere and they could not prove a thing. Hirmas had made Cian into one of his puppets..
'A ship has been spotted at the horizon, it bears the colours of Rheged!' the guard spoke in the direction of the king, avoiding Hirmas's gaze.
This time Cian looked up: 'Garrett!', he beamed. Garrett was one of the king's bestest friends ever since they were little boys. Not only was he curious to see his friend again after was must've been three years, he was also incredibly eager to hear about his adventures overseas. He had heard about the infamous battles in Kells and Temra, about Garrett becoming a Mystic Knight.
'Prepare a horse and let someone get my cloak!', Cian stood up, but a hand with long cold fingers pushed him back to his seat. 'Your majesty, I do not think it would be wise to leave the castle. Your health wouldn't permit it!', the sly voice of Hirmas sounded. A shadow passed over Cian's face. His cheer seemed to have vanished as sudden as it had appeared.
'You are right..', he said slowly, as if hypnotised. 'I propose myself to ride towards our guests.', a smirk appeared on Hirmas's face. Cian was staring at the table's surface again. 'Do not worry, majesty, I will make them feel most welcome!' He turned on his heel and left the room.
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Just a few moments and the ship would enter the Red Bay. Angus would for the first time tread on his homeland's soil. He was fighting the nauseating feeling on his stomach; would he spend the rest of his life on this island? Or would it be a disappointment like most of his life had been..
His thoughts were going back to his departure in Kells, to the inner court of the castle. Garrett had already made for the ship to make some final preparations and Rohan was in the royal stables to sadle on two horses. He'd decided to ride with his friend until where Garrett's ship was harboured. Angus was now saying goodbye to Deirdre.
'Will I ever see you again?', Deirdre said softly. She'd looked so sad, as if she would start crying any moment. Maybe she had cried when he left, he didn't know.
'You definately haven't seen the last of me yet, princess!', Angus joked, but then continued in a more serious tone: 'No matter where I'll be, I will always regard Kells as my home.'
Deirdre smiled. 'Sweet Angus..' Angus knew she would now kiss him goodbye in the same fashion she once kissed Garrett when he promised to sail princess Lynette home. How he had envied Garrett, but now he felt very unpleasant at the thought of feeling her lips on his cheek. She was just married to his best friend, he shouldn't feel any craving towards her!
She must've known no one was looking for she kissed him on the lips. Angus was overwhelmed but didn't fight back this time; he thought he would die in desire. The touch of her hand on his cheek, her warm lips pressed against his; it was too much. He wanted more though he knew that would be impossible. When their lips finally parted for what seemed like an eternity, they looked at each other for a few moments in silence.
'Angus, are you ready?' Rohan's words pulled both of them back to reality. When Rohan and Angus left the castle and rode for the harbour, Angus didn't utter a word. The guild was too much. He loved his best friends wife, and what more, she loved him back..
And now, when Angus regarded his new home, all he could think of was her ginger hair, her sparkling blue eyes, her velvet skin..
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When i created Cian i was thinking of Henry Thomas. He always reminded me of a soft version of Vincent Walsh so here are two piccies of him from the fab movie 'I capture the castle' to know what Cian looks like. Not the best pics but it gives you an impression of what he might look like:
http://www.thezreview.co.uk/images2/icapturedthecastle03.jpg http://www.thezreview.co.uk/images2/icapturedthecastle02.jpg
Thank you for your loyal reviews Dr. D1 and Aluralas. You're the greatest reason for continueing this story.