Here is another small chapter.
Time had begun to dissolve into itself, as shapeless as the rain, days have passed and Princess Shaylee was no closer to talking to me.
Gale was watching me as I tugged on my clean armor, "Kylie alerted me after the meeting, Princess Shaylee will request your company," it hurt knowing now why she wanted to talk to me, I wanted to refuse but I longed to be near her as she has kept her distance.
"I will of course accept; it is time for me to walk Queen Lenore. I will see you at the gathering," my tone was level not hinting at my inner turmoil when I hit me, he probably knew why she was wanting my presence. Under my fingers, the stone is rougher than the callused skin of an old man and it leaves my skin cold, drawing dampness into my bones. It stretches away, disappearing into the black in every direction. But the light was bringing warmth and colors flooded my eyes as I moved closer to the main chamber.
One single knock before her voice echoed allowing me to enter her private chambers. "Come, my Queen,"
"I truly missed you my friend, very happy to have you home. Have you made any headway concerning my Angel?" she would have to ask. And I couldn't give her the answer she wanted to hear from me. "Nye, Princess Shaylee will speak to me when ready with her using force will not get me far will only get me steps back," she nodded she knew her little girl even better than myself.
She was not at our morning meal and that caused me to worry as the Queen sent Gale to find out her reason, when he returned even when he spoke his eyes stayed on mine. "Princess Shaylee is not well, but she will be at our gathering. Kylie brought her some food but she is not hungry," it was the distance we have between us.
I stood leaving she was just so stubborn, I thought I heard the Queen but my mind was solely on getting to my wife. Our room was close as Keziah and Ophir are outside her door in an argument it seems but her reddened face. "Move aside," I ordered and in this, I was ranked above them.
Keziah just barred her teeth, but Ophir took his wife into his arms holding her body firmly to him. "Keziah, he gave us an order. I am following it because his wife needs him right now even if she hates him," he was firm with her. "He is the cause of it, he will never be worth her. He has walked all over their marriage, she lost her baby and I will never forgive his actions or him," each word spat at me before she was dragged away, she was right on all accounts. I didn't knock my body filled the door seeing her sleeping with Kylie perched on a chair with an untouched platter behind her.
Kylie only gave a nod leaving us, time was nothing to me right now seeing her like this once again. Her face at peace her hair spilling out covering her and the feathered pillow, but black colored under her eyes, her frame thinner than when I arrived. I soaked this vision in before I moved to her taking to the chair at her side, I just held her hand while she slept her face was glowing now, but still resembles a person with influenza.
"You shouldn't be in here, Commander,"
"This is the single place I should be, we don't have to speak, solely here to offer my presence. You need to eat and if having to be around me for a small amount in time will calm the witch in you enough to do so, then it will be done," grim knowing she rather suffer than be near me, but now she says nothing just sit's up in our bed. This is never how I thought we would be, but here we're as I hand her the platter of food, her favorites even a slice of cake. Her hands look translucent and tremble as she does take the offered food, she was hungry, she at least was trying to gain nourishment. Slow and steady she ate never finishing anything, my eyes linger on her.
Each minute that passed was hard as the tense silence was growing, I had to break it. At least this I could do still, my bulky frame took the space on the small marble bench to her grand piano the music is my external heartbeat and the lyrics are my soul in sweet vibrations; I could play forever these poetic words, my ode to the universal love we shared, to nature and creation. Her words whispered touching me like a feather but with the weight of a thousand boulders. "I lost our child, the healer said it was the magnitude of hurt and stress and illness at such a young gestation. I rather none more knew of this," the pure heartbreak was clear in her tone as I could no longer bear her pain. Taking to the bed enveloping her with my arms, she could fight me but right now we both needed the contact, feeling her body shake hearing sobs reached my ears as the wetness came.
I never experienced grief this bad before. It all started when she left me and now this. It sneaked up on me quietly and took me under its arms in an instant. There is a silence to my soul; I am fall leaves under frost. I feel the chill in my blood, coldness bringing the synapses of my brain to a standstill. Part of it is a pain, yet one I can endure, one I can sleep through night after night without the anesthesia of false hope. This is my winter; I wait for spring and the chattering of the birds.