Welcome, dear readers, to the new version of Not The Last One!
GENERAL WARNINGS: This story is M-Rated for violence: mention and description of adempted rape, mention of character death, trauma, canon war and swordfight. You will find specific warnings at the beginning of every chapter. Be safe!
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Prologue – Out of sight, out of mind… or not quite
The thick grey clouds that covered the sky promised rain that day. The breeze of the early morning hours blew cold against the heart shaped rose bushes, caressing the still closed blood red flowers awake. Everything was still, everyone asleep, and the only sound that filled the creepily silent air was the rhythmical stomping of hooves on the grass.
He was watching her again. He would wake up earlier than anyone every morning to get a mere glimpse of her unnaturally pale face, forest green eyes, full smiling lips he longed so desperately for, and soft, bright copper hair –what would have he given to feel those rich red curls slide smoothly through his fingers again!
Time there had been heavy for her, he could tell: circles had spread around her eyes, dark hues highlighted her cheekbones, limbs had got thin, almost skinny. But even then, she had never seemed more beautiful to him. She galloped upon a proud pitch-black stallion; she seemed to be flying, so gentle was the horse's moves and so delicate her commands… the two matched perfectly. She led him across the Queen's gardens, occasionally biting her lower lip in concentration; her thick braid kept bouncing slightly on her chest and when a rebel strand would slide out of it and annoy her sight, she'd blow it away sending it flying over her head, only to have it fall again.
She pulled the reins and her steed slowed to trot and down to pass. She let her grip on the reins untighten and the horse lowered his head in relax allowing his mistress to hug his neck lovingly.
From his hiding place, behind the glass of a window inside the castle of Salazen Grum, he realized that his time to look at the love of his life was up. Again. Like every morning. Knowing her there, unaware of his presence, and not being able to be with her hurt. He wanted back the days when he would make her laugh, comfort her, kiss her, hold her, and never let her go; but he knew those were long lost peaceful days, that were never to return. So, he had accustomed with only, simply looking at her, daydreaming about her smiles and touches.
He passed a hand through his straight blond hair to compose himself and sat on his bed pretending to have just woken up as he heard the steps of the General approach and his heavy wake-up-knocks upon the doors of his guards.
After all, he would have just had to wait for the next morning.