This chapter is for Fairley, you're an absolute ledgend
For love shall conquer all…
My butt ached, never riding before I felt the pain acutely the next morning, I had been in a sort of trance and slightly disillusioned the night before.
I sat up and yawned shaking my head to get some of the dirt and leaves that had been stuck in it, looking down I realised I had been using Count Christopher as a pillow, laughing I started to stand up, he grabbed my hand and his eyes snapped open. Realising it was just me he realest me, a red mark where his large had had grabbed mine.
'Hey that hurt!' I stated shaking my wrist.
'Sorry Princess, I was unsure of whether it was thee.' He responded through cloudy, puppy dog, sleep filled eyes.
'Who else would it be? ' I asked the red mark finally disappearing. 'And please call me Aurora.'
'Fine aurora, I don't know it could've been anyone!' he said starting to become irritated. He was obviously not a morning person.
I raised a sceptical eyebrow but did not respond, going about in a cynical, disbelieving manner.
He and I resaddled our horses and set out, riding along the side of the woods, the forest seemed harmless with its evergreen trees and cute furry animals. We could hear the birds singing softly from within the depths of the forest, their light tunes entrancing. The tune's comforting and I hum quietly along.
Still sore hours on, I wriggled around in the saddle restlessly. 'How long till we arrive?' I asked irritably.
'We arrive when we arrive.'
'But how bout a prediction?'
'A thousand years.'
'Wow you certainly have a huge country here.' I said sarcastically.
'Fine about four hours.'
'Honestly?'
'Honestly.' He smiled another innocent, sweet smile that made me ALMOST smile back.
'That's good.' I nodded.
He looked agitated and on his guard the entire time we were riding, I am quiet unsure of what he suspects may happen, the forest seemed entirely harmless, there was no one around so what could he POSSIBLY be worried about? I pondered quietly while looking at him, he kept glancing at me every few minutes, almost suspecting.
I kicked my horse forward, perplexed.
She kept looking at me, whatever happened she kept looking. Those glittering, entrancing me I could hardly keep my horse straight, let alone look out for danger. At any moment someone might jump out at us. It was a relief as we eventually found and rode into the city.
Most travellers stand in shock at the magnificent capital for about an hour as they enter the city. It spans out for what seems like forever. The palace stands in the very heart of the city, upon a slightly higher slope, the city coming down below it for miles. The city was set up in divisions, in the middle was the highest class, the aristocrats and the monarchs, next to that the lower nobles, after that is the churches and richer merchants, the merchants ad working class peasants and the outer rim are the beggars and lower peasants.
Oddly Aurora was not staring but simply looked on, intrigued, at the new environment. I grabbed her reigns to keep her close as we went through the heavily crowed streets, keeping an eye out for thieves all the while, desperately trying to look everywhere at once.
The streets were packed with people, buying, selling and browsing. Occasionally a street vendor would approach us but looking at the sight of the princess they all melted back into the crowd. All the dirty peasants blended into the background with their brown clothing matching their thatched houses and dirt ground. Aurora looked even more radiant than usual as she smiled down at all them from atop her gentile steed, and they openly stared, whispers following them, there was a large contrast between her and them in her virgin, crisp white dress. Most nobles would have held their heads high and kept riding but she let them touch her horse and beamed at them, with her pure kindness and innocence.
The loud noises of people slowly died away as we pushed further into the city, the colours also became more vibrant in the richer parts of the city. I could smell the freshly cooked pastry as we passed the patisseries and the strong seafood smells as we passed the fish mongers, other unique and exotic odours met us. With every corner we turned came a new aroma and experience, this was why the magnificent capitol was famous around the world, but it was even more infamous for its organised and unorganised crime.
Finally after two long, draining hours of fighting the diminishing throngs of people we came to the huge grey outer gates of the palace, the sun only a few hours away from setting.
The guards who were standing alert looked down at us from 20 meters up inquisitively.
'Who be thee, approaching the stronghold gates?' a grey haired man of an indeterminate age stared down at them.
'I am, Count Christopher Robert Lewis James of the house of Fairley and my companion Princess Aurora of Victoria house of Tudor.'
The guard nodded and tuned his back on them, walking back and we lost sight of him.
We waited.
Ever so slowly the massive gate was raised, because of its weight it took a while and we caught sight of the magnificent castle, a dull grey with ivy growing up the sides, in all the windows were people doing a number of different tasks or the curtains were drawn.
I glanced at her sitting confidently up in the saddle.
We entered.
Sorry for the change in length systems and that this chapter was a bit weird, but I guess in all my storys all the chapters are weird….
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