Chapter 10: When true friends chat.
Ishtar looked at the sleeping friend in one of the guest rooms in the dwelling. She had not even understood how the girl had managed to come here and cover all the distance.
The entrance to the dwelling was quiet as the human entered the building with her dirty dress and missing shoes. The king and queen had arrived back from the rose garden in time to see the human. The queen reacted by walking cautiously to the human laying on the ground. Her hands expertly reached to see if the human was close to death.
"My lord, I shall take care of the human. She looks royal and not someone of importance to us."
"If you deem it fit. If she causes trouble, we must punish her."
"Understood." The queen bowed her head enough and ordered a follower to grasp the human up, so as to not taint her hands.
The queen watched the girl sleep, having been freshly washed of any sort of tainting source that could harm the undead queen.
"Ish...tar?" The sleeping girl seemed almost awake as she suddenly realized who she was looking at. The girl launched herself at her friend's arms.
Ci Xeneth...
Illisade paced as he watched the rain ruin their chances of trying to get out to the dwelling they had been at only two weeks ago or a bit more. He tried his hardest to find someone who would travel in the rain, but the rain was much heavier than expected for the transport.
"Illisade, you should really calm down."
"Darres! How can I calm down?! Falan could die out there!" Vord seemed to not be in the mood, grasping the male and pushing him onto a chair with some sort of angry grunt.
In the dwelling...
"Ishtar, why will you not come back?" The girl felt heartbroken, trying to grasp the reality of the situation.
"I have married the person I truly love. Duzie and I love each other, and know that our love will not be accepted by other people in Pheliostophia. Therefore, I must remain here and give up my living throne."
"Perhaps you will...use the mirror when you can then? Please..."
"I will be allowed such a priviledge." The undead queen put it in her pale hands and placed a hand to her friend's shoulder. "You must be getting back to Illisade."
Ci Xeneth...
Illisade had just about fought his way out of the castle when a female figure approached the gates. She was becoming soaked, but quickly seemed to run towards the male who had almost gotten into the torrential down pour.
"Falan! Why did you do such a stupid thing?!" Illisade held the soaked female to him tightly, pulling her along with him into the library.
"I got to see Ishtar! She...has the mirror..." The girl seemed to be tired from the distance she had ran in the rain. Illisade quickly called the maids for help. The final peaceful moment before a rush came for the throne of Pheliostophia was coming with Darres' report.
TBC...