Author's Note (very importantPLEASE READ!): As you can see I have changed my penname to Irish Avalon. This has something to do with my free will to change my penname, and with future stories I will be writing.
Now, I apologize if I am now beginning to be slow in updates. Most likely I will only update once a week. I am extremely sorry but I am now very bust and am prohibited to use the computer over weekdays. So now is just a bonus for you:)
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Chapter 20: Her Hurt in His Heart
"Yes, lovely choice," Peter smiled as a servant Faun held out newly washed table mantles. They were the color of faint crème, "Shall I present them to Queen Susan, Sire?" the Faun asked good-naturedly. Peter nodded, "Do that, and I will attend to other matters,"
"Well said, High King!"
Peter looked around the ballroom. It was now almost fully decorated. The Christmas trees were lined against the walls of the great glass windows. Their pine scent wafted to Peter as he inhaled the mint essence. The trees had now been sprinkled with silver dew from the Dryads. The Fauns had also hung different assortments of Christmas balls and flowers. Peter smiled in satisfaction. Everything was perfect. He would expect the ball to go smoothly. Peter then felt a light tap on his shoulder and spun around to come face-to-face with Edmund. His younger brother's face was beaming, "Well done with the decorations!" he said. Peter chuckled, "I had a lot of help from you, Su, and Lu!"
Edmund smiled, "The Griffins are prepared for patrol tomorrow evening,"" he reported. Peter nodded, "Do they have a new formation?"
"Yes, in fact they do. I have seen to it that it is more efficient than the last," Edmund looked around the ballroom, smelling the all too familiar scent of pine. Peter patted Edmund's shoulder, "Good work, Ed!" he said. The brothers were soon engrossed in other matters for the ball when a maid passed by with a load of mantles in her arms. She squealed as one of the sheets fell to the ground, "Oh, bother it all!" she grumbled. Peter looked to the maid's direction and ran over to help, "Here we are!" he said cheerfully. The maid stared at the King, "Oh, I pray thee well, Your Majesty!" she smiled. Peter nodded, "No ado," he said, "Will you be taking this to the dining halls?"
"Yes, Sire!"
"Then let us," but the moment Peter took the first step, he cried in pain as his chest stung and burned. Peter writhed on the ground for a moment when he found himself supporting his heaving body on his hands and knees. Edmund knelt by his side, a worried expression on his face, "Pete! Pete, what's the matter?" Edmund seemed to be demanding an answer. Peter gritted his teeth and cried out again. This time the pain was much worse than the previous one. Writhing on the ground, Peter could hear yells from all around him. He found himself kneeling on the ground again, barely able to support himself with his weak arms. Peter gasped, and heaved. He clasped his hand around his necklace and tried to pull it off. But the chain only flamed a luminous glow of gold. Peter tried tugging on it again, desperate to take it off, but it only flamed repeatedly.
Peter froze. Giovane. Peter stared down at the necklace and then up at Edmund's worried expression, "Giovane," he whispered. Edmund stared at his brother, "You want me to call her?"
Peter shook his head, "Ed, listen to me," he said, "Giovane's in trouble. I want you to find as much guards as you can and try to find her. I know she's in trouble."
Edmund shook his head, "And what are you going to do?"
"I'll try to find her while you're rousing the guards," Peter willed himself to stand. Edmund stared at his brother, "You sound so certain," he whispered. Peter grabbed the chain in his fingers and tried tugging it, "And what makes you think I'm not? Get the guards. Now!"
With that Peter ran up the marble stairs to the chamber halls. He heard the frenzy of the servants in the ballroom, and Edmund's commanding voice as he called guards from the different halls of the castle.
Peter climbed the last step and ran to the library. He burst the door open, "Giovane?" he called and strained his ears for the slightest sound. Peter shook his head and ran further down the halls abruptly stopping when he heard a voice inside Giovane's chambers.
"Answer me! Who visited you?"
The voice made Peter's blood freeze in his veins. The voice was oddly familiar. Peter rattled on the doorknob but he soon found out that the door was locked, "Blimey," he mumbled. Peter breathed in and kicked the door open. He ran inside the chambers and nearly yelled in the shock of the sight in front of him. For there they were. Two Giovanes. One was sagged on the floor against the wall and near the bed, and the other was staring at him in utter shock, a ruby in her hand, and her jaw to the ground.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry again! Update will come as soon as it's Sunday (hopefully this week, if not, then wait for Saturday next week)
Thanks SO much for your patience! Please don't hate me!
Irish Avalon