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Special thanks to: Everybody who reviewed. I'll be more detailed on the special thanks next chapter. I am tired and sleep is calling my name so loudly the neighbors are complaining. lol i know cheesy. -PS85
Chapter 8: Hardly Rose colored Glasses
The rain was relentless. It pounded on the castle for all of two hours. The guards stood firm watching Claira. She was still sitting on the floor face cradled in her hands whispering secret prayers only meant for God's ears. She never once looked up for all she knew she was alone in the world, being punished for her acts of betrayal.
Jonathan glanced at her as he passed by. He knew what had happened the whole castle was ready to mourn the loss of the next king. Claira was so distraught she failed to realize they called him Prince William.
Suddenly the rain stopped. Claira whispered a quick 'amen' and stood out of the way for the guards to open the door. They told her to walk behind them. Being to upset she didn't dare to oppose this.
The ground was still wet; the leaves glistened with tiny droplets of moisture. Claira watched the back of the guard's heads. It was all she could bare to see. They stopped in front of William's limp body. He lay in fetal position eyes looking straight ahead.
When Claira first lay her eyes on this sight she couldn't breathe. She stepped back shaking her head. She wouldn't except this. It couldn't be happening. One of the guards knelt on one knee and lay a shaking finger on William's neck. He looked back at Claira. Her eyes were shut and her hand placed over her heart.
'Miss, He's still alive.'
Claira ran over to William touching his cheek. It was still warm, moist with dew. He stared straight a head. The blank look that filled his eyes scared her.
'Go call for a doctor.' Claira muttered. She watched on as William was hoisted up and brought to his bedchamber. It was all so unreal.
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Claira sat in a chair while the doctor performed a series of tests on William. He opened his eyes. He opened his mouth. Looked in his ears. Studied his breathing. And last checked his heartbeat.
'What's the matter. Is he going to be all right?'
Claira stood up. The old man pushed his glasses farther up on his nose.
'Yes Miss. He will be fine. Just a little shock that's all.'
'So he is going to be all right. That's wonderful. What is it about that rain that scares him enough to send him into shock.'
'It isn't the rain exactly it's...' He stopped looking over at William once more.
'I've said too much. It's time for me to make an exit. But it's good to see you again.'
'What do you mean? Have we met before?'
'Well not exactly. I looked after you after the incident in the garden over two weeks ago.' He had now packed up his black bag and was briskly walking towards the door.
'You treated my head then?'
'I was treating you for the Sovende Blomst.'
Claira looked utterly confused so the doctor paused to explain.
'The sleeping flower. You had a brief encounter with it. I'm glad to see your up and about.' He laughed at this remark.
'Oh yes the sleeping flower. How was that cured exactly?' Claira acted as if she had the smallest hint what he was talking about.
'Oh just a little kiss on the lips. I'm surprised you forgot.'
'Oh it wasn't I who forgot doctor. It was our dear William.' She smiled over at his sleeping face.
'I'm not quite sure what you're speaking of dear, but I'll leave it at that. There is really no way of knowing how long this recovery will take. It is really up to him.'
Claira shook hands with the man and he left the room. She looked around. It was decorated in an assorted dark blues and forest greens. She looked inside a large armoire. It was fully stocked with party clothes and riding pants. She leaned down and opened a dusty drawer. Inside was a crown. It was silver, encrusted with rubies and emeralds. She then remembered what people had been calling him. She was in company with a prince. Not only that but she was meddling with his things. She set the down the crown and closed the drawer.
She walked over to his sleeping form. He was very handsome. He lay deathly still underneath mounds of thick blankets.
'So you are a prince.' She couldn't help but smile.
'Why do you not tell me these things? I wouldn't tease you. Okay maybe I would.'
She walked over staring down at him. The smile slowly disappeared from her face.
'I don't know if you'll to want to talk to me after you wake up. After all it was my fault we were in the forest, And my fault you were caught in the rain.'
She looked over at the window. The sun shone brightly through the glass.
'Yes and that's another thing. What is it about this place? Why are you all so frightened of a little rain? I know there must be more, but no one seems to think it's my place to know.'
She sat down on the bed beside him touching his cheek. She ran her fingers through his brown curls.
'And you kissed me.' She touched his lips. Even imagining his lips on hers set her cheeks to a bright pink. She moved her hand away quickly and crossed the room pulling a chair near his bed.
She took a seat on the large armchair. She watched him sleep for a long while until fatigue overwhelmed her and she let sleep take over.
(In the study)
'He what?' Rebecca was now screaming at Jonathan. He glanced up from his paperwork just long enough to realize her true anger.
'He was caught in the rain. He'll recover, unfortunately.' Jonathan muttered feeling his own anger rise.
Rebecca crossed the large study and picked up a book leafing through the pages. She was very angry so angry she didn't think she could control herself much longer. That Claira Abbingdale had been messing things up for her from the start. She slammed the book shut and threw it across the room.
'Well what are we going to do?' She screamed. Jonathan glared at her from across the room.
'Good God Rebecca calm down!'
'Calm down? You don't tell me to calm down. You mere mortal, you are in no position to be giving me commands.'
Her dark eyes were almost glowing red. She stomped over to Jonathan and grabbed his collar pulling him violently towards her until his face was mere inches from her own.
'Now you will take care of this little matter and soon. I do not expect anything spectacular from you but you can at-least provide your end of the deal! Is that clear? Well is it?' Rebecca's eyes looked into Jonathan's. He was a very stubborn person and wouldn't completely surrender.
'Yes' He spit. Rebecca lips turned into an evil grin. 'Good I'm glad we have an understanding. Now make this happen soon. When I say soon I mean that you have until next Saturday. If not, I will deal with her myself.'
Rebecca pushed him away. He landed with a thud in the large leather chair he had previously occupied. She turned, her black skirt twisting with her. She looked like an animal as she slithered away. Jonathan stood up and kicked his chair across the floor spitting curses under his breath.
(Back in William's bedroom)
Claira's eyes fluttered open. She looked around hazily. William was still sleeping but his face seemed more serene if that was possible. She liked to think it was. She glanced at the large clock on the mantelpiece it was past midnight.
Walking to her room she felt as if someone was following her. She glanced behind her several times before reaching her room. She slipped in and locked it tight. Rose slept on a small pillow on the side table. Claira tried her best to not wake the small fairy. She dressed in a long white night gown and slipped under the warm covers.
'You were out late.' Came a week voice from her right. Claira glanced over and smiled.
'Yes well I fell asleep. William is not well.'
'Yes I know. You left him in the rain.'
Claira pushed her hair behind her back.
'He told me to leave.'
'Yes and he was your friend. You left him out in the rain. You knew he was scared. You should have stayed with him.'
Claira felt the guilt start to fill in her stomach slowly working its way up to her heart.
'I tried to stay. He screamed at me to leave. He wanted me to go.' Claira whispered half trying to convince herself.
'You very well know that's how he is. He wanted you there with him. Maybe you could have stopped what happened.'
'I am horrible.'
'You are a bad friend.' Rose closed her eyes and a soft yellow glow let Claira know she was asleep. She didn't understand why Rose was trying so hard to make her feel so bad but it had worked. She felt as if she were the worst person in the world. She closed her eyes as well only to be reminded of the sound of William's scream. He seemed so terrified. She should've stayed with him.
Soon Claira found herself growing tired. She fell asleep Rose's words freshly sketched on her mind.
Hey well this story has a lot of symbolism in it. I don't know if you guys have caught it but I will reveal it at the very end. Just thought I would tell ya'll that. Love you guys!! -PINK-SNEAKERS85
Special thanks to: Everybody who reviewed. I'll be more detailed on the special thanks next chapter. I am tired and sleep is calling my name so loudly the neighbors are complaining. lol i know cheesy. -PS85
Chapter 8: Hardly Rose colored Glasses
The rain was relentless. It pounded on the castle for all of two hours. The guards stood firm watching Claira. She was still sitting on the floor face cradled in her hands whispering secret prayers only meant for God's ears. She never once looked up for all she knew she was alone in the world, being punished for her acts of betrayal.
Jonathan glanced at her as he passed by. He knew what had happened the whole castle was ready to mourn the loss of the next king. Claira was so distraught she failed to realize they called him Prince William.
Suddenly the rain stopped. Claira whispered a quick 'amen' and stood out of the way for the guards to open the door. They told her to walk behind them. Being to upset she didn't dare to oppose this.
The ground was still wet; the leaves glistened with tiny droplets of moisture. Claira watched the back of the guard's heads. It was all she could bare to see. They stopped in front of William's limp body. He lay in fetal position eyes looking straight ahead.
When Claira first lay her eyes on this sight she couldn't breathe. She stepped back shaking her head. She wouldn't except this. It couldn't be happening. One of the guards knelt on one knee and lay a shaking finger on William's neck. He looked back at Claira. Her eyes were shut and her hand placed over her heart.
'Miss, He's still alive.'
Claira ran over to William touching his cheek. It was still warm, moist with dew. He stared straight a head. The blank look that filled his eyes scared her.
'Go call for a doctor.' Claira muttered. She watched on as William was hoisted up and brought to his bedchamber. It was all so unreal.
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Claira sat in a chair while the doctor performed a series of tests on William. He opened his eyes. He opened his mouth. Looked in his ears. Studied his breathing. And last checked his heartbeat.
'What's the matter. Is he going to be all right?'
Claira stood up. The old man pushed his glasses farther up on his nose.
'Yes Miss. He will be fine. Just a little shock that's all.'
'So he is going to be all right. That's wonderful. What is it about that rain that scares him enough to send him into shock.'
'It isn't the rain exactly it's...' He stopped looking over at William once more.
'I've said too much. It's time for me to make an exit. But it's good to see you again.'
'What do you mean? Have we met before?'
'Well not exactly. I looked after you after the incident in the garden over two weeks ago.' He had now packed up his black bag and was briskly walking towards the door.
'You treated my head then?'
'I was treating you for the Sovende Blomst.'
Claira looked utterly confused so the doctor paused to explain.
'The sleeping flower. You had a brief encounter with it. I'm glad to see your up and about.' He laughed at this remark.
'Oh yes the sleeping flower. How was that cured exactly?' Claira acted as if she had the smallest hint what he was talking about.
'Oh just a little kiss on the lips. I'm surprised you forgot.'
'Oh it wasn't I who forgot doctor. It was our dear William.' She smiled over at his sleeping face.
'I'm not quite sure what you're speaking of dear, but I'll leave it at that. There is really no way of knowing how long this recovery will take. It is really up to him.'
Claira shook hands with the man and he left the room. She looked around. It was decorated in an assorted dark blues and forest greens. She looked inside a large armoire. It was fully stocked with party clothes and riding pants. She leaned down and opened a dusty drawer. Inside was a crown. It was silver, encrusted with rubies and emeralds. She then remembered what people had been calling him. She was in company with a prince. Not only that but she was meddling with his things. She set the down the crown and closed the drawer.
She walked over to his sleeping form. He was very handsome. He lay deathly still underneath mounds of thick blankets.
'So you are a prince.' She couldn't help but smile.
'Why do you not tell me these things? I wouldn't tease you. Okay maybe I would.'
She walked over staring down at him. The smile slowly disappeared from her face.
'I don't know if you'll to want to talk to me after you wake up. After all it was my fault we were in the forest, And my fault you were caught in the rain.'
She looked over at the window. The sun shone brightly through the glass.
'Yes and that's another thing. What is it about this place? Why are you all so frightened of a little rain? I know there must be more, but no one seems to think it's my place to know.'
She sat down on the bed beside him touching his cheek. She ran her fingers through his brown curls.
'And you kissed me.' She touched his lips. Even imagining his lips on hers set her cheeks to a bright pink. She moved her hand away quickly and crossed the room pulling a chair near his bed.
She took a seat on the large armchair. She watched him sleep for a long while until fatigue overwhelmed her and she let sleep take over.
(In the study)
'He what?' Rebecca was now screaming at Jonathan. He glanced up from his paperwork just long enough to realize her true anger.
'He was caught in the rain. He'll recover, unfortunately.' Jonathan muttered feeling his own anger rise.
Rebecca crossed the large study and picked up a book leafing through the pages. She was very angry so angry she didn't think she could control herself much longer. That Claira Abbingdale had been messing things up for her from the start. She slammed the book shut and threw it across the room.
'Well what are we going to do?' She screamed. Jonathan glared at her from across the room.
'Good God Rebecca calm down!'
'Calm down? You don't tell me to calm down. You mere mortal, you are in no position to be giving me commands.'
Her dark eyes were almost glowing red. She stomped over to Jonathan and grabbed his collar pulling him violently towards her until his face was mere inches from her own.
'Now you will take care of this little matter and soon. I do not expect anything spectacular from you but you can at-least provide your end of the deal! Is that clear? Well is it?' Rebecca's eyes looked into Jonathan's. He was a very stubborn person and wouldn't completely surrender.
'Yes' He spit. Rebecca lips turned into an evil grin. 'Good I'm glad we have an understanding. Now make this happen soon. When I say soon I mean that you have until next Saturday. If not, I will deal with her myself.'
Rebecca pushed him away. He landed with a thud in the large leather chair he had previously occupied. She turned, her black skirt twisting with her. She looked like an animal as she slithered away. Jonathan stood up and kicked his chair across the floor spitting curses under his breath.
(Back in William's bedroom)
Claira's eyes fluttered open. She looked around hazily. William was still sleeping but his face seemed more serene if that was possible. She liked to think it was. She glanced at the large clock on the mantelpiece it was past midnight.
Walking to her room she felt as if someone was following her. She glanced behind her several times before reaching her room. She slipped in and locked it tight. Rose slept on a small pillow on the side table. Claira tried her best to not wake the small fairy. She dressed in a long white night gown and slipped under the warm covers.
'You were out late.' Came a week voice from her right. Claira glanced over and smiled.
'Yes well I fell asleep. William is not well.'
'Yes I know. You left him in the rain.'
Claira pushed her hair behind her back.
'He told me to leave.'
'Yes and he was your friend. You left him out in the rain. You knew he was scared. You should have stayed with him.'
Claira felt the guilt start to fill in her stomach slowly working its way up to her heart.
'I tried to stay. He screamed at me to leave. He wanted me to go.' Claira whispered half trying to convince herself.
'You very well know that's how he is. He wanted you there with him. Maybe you could have stopped what happened.'
'I am horrible.'
'You are a bad friend.' Rose closed her eyes and a soft yellow glow let Claira know she was asleep. She didn't understand why Rose was trying so hard to make her feel so bad but it had worked. She felt as if she were the worst person in the world. She closed her eyes as well only to be reminded of the sound of William's scream. He seemed so terrified. She should've stayed with him.
Soon Claira found herself growing tired. She fell asleep Rose's words freshly sketched on her mind.
Hey well this story has a lot of symbolism in it. I don't know if you guys have caught it but I will reveal it at the very end. Just thought I would tell ya'll that. Love you guys!! -PINK-SNEAKERS85