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Chapter 3 – Queer Twists of Existence
Sir Gareth of Naxen, who had claimed his father's lands after his death, was stunned. The King had one chance to right the wrongs that had been caused, and yet, he wouldn't.
Gary was in a serious predicament. The friends are fighting and he is expected to side with one and not the other. As the Prime Minister, he had to side with Jon, but he like many others sided with Alanna. Keladry of Mindelan was an example to all that women could be knights. He had to agree with Jon that for all the time that Keladry was trying for her shield, Alanna should not be there in case of talk. But this was ridiculous. The point had been proven; women could be knights and without help from the Gods or the Gift, and yet, Jon wouldn't allow Alanna to even see the new girl pages.
The biggest moral dilemma of my life, he thought, banging his head on the table. Gary's wife, Lady Cythera, having heard wood connect with a person's head, went to her husband's side. Feeling his wife trying to release the tension from his body with her loving hands, he took one of them and guided her into his lap.
Lady Cythera knew of her husband's woes and encouraged him to tell her all, to free his mind. Gary gladly obliged.
"Well, it's always best to deal with the heart of the problem."
He looked at her, his part in the scheme of things suddenly clear. "Jon." he concluded.
Lady Cythera's only response was to smile, receiving a kiss for her help.
Queen Thayet majestically glided down the palace's corridors, fighting the urge to run while making a general search for her friend, to whom she owed so much. She had already tried Alanna's rooms only to find she had already packed and gone. Thayet tried desperately not to burst into tears as she saw still no trace of her friend, praying that Alanna had not left the palace yet. As the night wore on, she climbed up to the roof, as a last resort since she knew how cold it was up there and how much Alanna detested the cold. And to think she wants to leave now in this cold, Thayet thought wryly.
She looked far towards the capital of the country she co-ruled, and towards the large expanse of darkness that was the Royal Forest. Sighing, she walked to the edge of the roof and looked down. In the courtyard below by the dim light that flowed from the windows and doors of the palace, Thayet saw a beautiful figure in a flowing dress of emerald green with dark hair, ride into the courtyard on a horse the colour of cream, as regal looking as its rider. As she watched the green-clad Lady ride into the courtyard, she saw a small figure with hair copper coloured hair that could be distinguish from even the dim lighting and the height from which Thayet view her, ride out into the night on a stallion of gold; Alanna's horse.
A/N: I know this Chapter is very short but I really wanted to stop it there. I'll write a longer one next time, but usually I'm not quite sure what is too much or too little. Sorry to those who wanted me to stick to just one character view per chapter but I like to establish all the characters that need to be present in the scheme of things.