A Princess's Awakening (JustaPan and BlackBlade)

[BlackBlade]

Aramis, the Elven king of Glantri City, stood on the balcony of his chambers, gazing down at the gardens below. Brilliant colors of reds and yellows dominated among the flowers below, bordered by lush green hedges that were at least to shoulder height now. He would have the gardeners take them down a bit. Aramis did not like the hedges being too tall to see over. The high walls at the far end of the royal gardens held back the expanse of grass and gentle hills rolling off to the north, where a small river turned mighty as it twisted east to the sea. Beyond that river, Aramis gazed upon the snow-capped mountains that held the border of his lands, and the pang of desire stirred once more in his belly.

“Apologies, Lord Aramis,” an attendant said at his chamber doors. The tall, thin man gave a deep bow to Aramis’s back. “The Lord Chamberlain is waiting in the war room. He has been tended to, yet has reminded that the hour grows late.”

Aramis sighed and turned to face the handsome young man. He gave a slight nod. “Tell D’Saad I would see to him presently. I but give pause to enjoy the dawn, and would linger a moment longer. The queen has yet to rise from comfort of sleep, yet I would slip from chambers and disturb her no longer.”

“At once, my lord.” The attendant bowed and closed the door silent, heading back down to see to Lord Chamberlain D’Saad.

Aramis turned and glanced at the large four-poster bed that dominated the room. His Queen, Alaina, still slumbered as deeply as the statuary in the gardens below. He would not disturb her, and attend to his morning meetings with his advisors and councilors. Passing the through the hallway of the living quarters, the Elven king took pause at the door at the far end, where their only child and daughter, Caelynn also slept. Or was she already awake and seeing to her horses at the stables?

Aramis smiled fondly, yet with sadness in his eyes. He gave a deep sigh and wondered how things would have played out had he and Alaina given birth to a boy, an heir to the realm. Those thoughts were fruitless now, since Caelynn was fast approaching her age of majority. She would need to be married off soon to some suitable prince or other in a neighboring kingdom, a fate for which he and Alaina were dreading. They did not want to see their only daughter away from these lands, the very fields and valleys she had enjoyed as a child. Yet Glantri was a weakening power within the realm, and Aramis would not see it fall to ruin without great alliances.

And yet, the Gift was no more. Gone was the Gift, and magick had yet to be seen nor experience in the realm for several millenia. There had been rumors, of course, yet none of those rumors panned out. Now, with each new Elven child born, the hopes and prayers of Elven kings and queens across the known continent were all dashed upon the rocks, for the legend foretold of an Elven child that would bring magick back to the world. And yet, in all the seven millenia of the Gift’s passing from this world, none had seen its wonders upon the face of the world. Even the great dragons had fled, pegasi and unicorns, all the wondrous beasts of the land and air were no longer among the Elves or men. Hope had dwindled to the drudgery of manual labors and the limits of a physical world.

At one point, a hundred standard years past, Aramis and Alaina had thought they had given birth to the one, yet the legend was not to be within their loins. They did not produce the Gift Bringer, the one who would usher back the age of Magick within the realms.

“You’ve been musing upon the matter again, my lord,” D’Saad said, offering a bow to his king. “I would steer mind to more pressing matters.”

Aramis sighed and took his seat at the head of the long table. “What matters press deeper than the lack of magick within the world, my lord chamberlain? Is it not enough that our only child shall not carry our name to ages beyond? She is to be wed, perhaps to some unworthy prince or other, in a land far from these shores. She is to leave my queen and me, only to be lost in obscurity and mediocrity.”

“My lord,” D’Saad said kindly, “to dwell on such matters is to bring heart to weighted depths. Turn to matters that would secure our future, for our safety and security.”

Aramis turned his gaze to his chief advisor and nodded at last.

D’Saad continued. “Your cousin, Lord Dresden in the north, would press for more lands, south of his. He asks for the River Sienneca be made available to him and his people. Even now, as we speak, sightings of his forces threaten a cross of the borders. To our south, the tribes of the Gendai continue to make incursions to the villages upon the grassy plains. Those lands have been possessions of Glantri for over five millennia now, and the Gendai know this. Yet their raiding parties have destroyed small villages and captured prisoners and slaves. We would quell such marauding with a small division.”

Aramis nodded solemnly. “Yes, my lord. See to the Minister of War, and have him draw up such plans. But I would focus more concentration on my cousin, Dresden, in the north. What if you would extend invitation to Dresden and his family, to come visit us here in the south? It has been an age since last we saw them, yes? If we bring them inside our realm, I would but see clearly within his eyes his true intentions. And then you and I can gauge the man and see to his resolve…or crush him in the attempt.”

D’Saad bowed deeply. “A fine plan, my lord. I shall make the arrangement.”

A flicker of movement caught the king’s attention. Out the door, in the hallway, a wistful shadow and wondrous form passed by! Caelynn! His daughter was up an dabout, and Aramis smiled with admiration.

“I see my daughter has taken to foot. I would end this discussion now, Lord D’Saad, and see to my daughter before she is off upon her horse and flees to the valleys and river. We would scarce see her until evening meal.”

The two men rose from the table and D’Saad gave another bow. “As you wish, my lord.”

Aramis nodded and strode to the doorway, looking left and right to find where Caelynn had run off to.

 

[JustaPan]

Caelynn had awoken to the first light of dawn. A heaviness weighed upon her shoulders, as she lay in her bed, facing the window as the first light came through. Tomorrow was supposed to be her coming-of-age ceremony. A celebration was to be held for her, as princes from neighboring kingdoms came to declare their loyalty to the kingdom ofGlantri, and asked for her hand in marriage. And at only 100 years old, she wasn't looking forward to the possibility of marriage. Her blue eyes closed again, as she rolled away from the window, wishing for just a few more moments of sleep, but her mind was now wandering. What would her future hold for her now that she was of age?

Her door opened a crack, and a young woman poked her head in. "Princess? Are you awake?" came a soft voice. Caelynn's eyes opened once more, as she sat up slowly, letting the blankets fall from around her shoulders.

"Yes, Cecelia, I am awake," she sighed, as the woman stepped in. Cecelia was Caelynn's chambermaid and had been her personal maid since Caeylnn was a small child. She trusted the woman as much as she trusted her own mother. The woman approached the bed, and noticed the look of weariness in the Princess's eyes, and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached forward to take the young elf's hand in her own.

"Oh, my sweet Princess. You've grown so much in this past century. I remember when you were but a small child, running through these halls," the woman smiled. Cecelia's smile brought a smile out of Caelynn as well, as she laughed softly at the memories.

"Ah yes, I remember. But what brought that up?" she asked, as she squeezed Cecelia's hand lightly. The chambermaid smiled and reached out, brushing a strand of Caelynn's long blonde hair behind her ear.

"Tomorrow is your ceremony. Are you frightened?" she asked.

Frightened was the least of Caelynn's worries. She was terrified. And while she wasn't one for politics, she knew it was the way of tradition. Come of age, get married off to another kingdom, birth heirs, and watch the cycle repeat. It was just the rule of the land, and something she didn't want to take a part of. She wanted to stay here, and live among the wildnerness and valleys and mountains she was familiar with. Though her silence told Cecelia everything the woman needed to know.

Patting her hand, Cecelia stood and released Caelynn's hand with a soft smile. "Do not fret, Princess. Marriage won't be immediate, and your father will have plenty of men to go through before a suitor is decided. Enjoy your ceremony, and don't let your emotions get in the way. For now, you have nothing to fear," she smiled. She ushered Caelynn out of the bed, so that she could make it, and help Caelynn out of her nightdress, and into a more formal dress for the day. "Do you plan to go to the mountains?" she asked, as she opened a nearby wardrobe.

"Of course, it is the only place that I can get away from my responsibilities," Caelynn replied, as Cecelia draped a shawl over her shoulders. She was turned and pushed towards the vanity, where her long hair was pinned up into a sort of circlet around her head, and her tiara was placed upon her head. She closed her eyes as Cecelia pinned the tiara in place so it would not fall from her head while she rode.

"Go on, get your day started. I'll bring you your tea and biscuits to the gardens right away," Cecelia said, ushering Caelynn out of her room.

Caelynn strode out of her room, and made her way down the hall, stopping just outside of a door where she heard voices. She leaned in, narrowing her eyes, as she recognized her father's voice carrying through the room. At first she had a hard time pinpointing the second voice, until she recognized it as D'Saad. From the tones of the voices, it was all politics, and she didn't want anything to do with that.

Stepping away from the door, she made her way down the hall and towards the gardens, not knowing that her father had seen her shadow, and was following her. She pushed open the doors, and stepped out into the crisp air, and took a deep breath. She would relax in these gardens for what felt like the last time, before her freedom was stripped away from her, starting the next day. Moving through the plants, she made her way to the small patio set, and sat, closing her eyes.

Meanwhile Cecelia was approaching from the kitchen, when she spotted Aramis. She paused, a tray with a tea pot, a tea cup, and a plate of biscuits in her hands. She immediately bowed, and smiled at the King.

"Good morning, my Lord," she greeted, and glanced at the hall where she was heading. "Are you seeking Princess Caelynn? She should have headed to the gardens for her usual tea and biscuits in the morning," she said. She looked down at the tray she held, then lifted her eyes to the King once more. "Shall I fetch another cup for you, my lord? Do you care to join her this morning?"

 

[BlackBlade]

Aramis regarded the handmaiden for a moment, smiled, then nodded. "Yes, Cecelia. That would be lovely. I shall join my daughter for tea presently." He watched as the woman curtsied politely, then scampered off to the kitchens to fetch more tea and bread.

The king stepped into the gardens within the walls of the castle keep, marveling at the brilliant colors he had been observing earlier. Now, the cacophony of yellows and reds, pinks and greens, were punctuated by the incomparable beauty of his only daughter. It always put a smile upon his lips, speaking with Caelynn, and hearing her lilting voice. He moved to where she sat, and gave a slight nod. "Ah, my Caelynn. Have the gods ever beheld such a beauty to rival their own? And where does the day's adventures take you this morning?"

He moved to take a seat across from her and gazed into her lovely face, framed by soft blond hair that mimicked her mother's. Yet in comparison to Alaina, Caelynn had yet to show wrinkles and folds, but the vibrant nature of youthful energy and elegance. "Take care upon rapid ride, my dear. The celebrations are upon the morrow's moon, and we would not like a bruised and bloodied princess to present to the kingdoms of the realm. Some valiant prince may take that as too rough of stock, and would fear a rival adventurer. Would you not agree. my love?"

They watched as Cecilia returned with a second cup for ht eking, and more bread and cheeses laid before them. He gave another nod of thanks tot he handmaiden, and watched as she stepped back to the edge of the trees, a safe distance to allow for privacy. She was ever at Caelynn's side when within these walls.

 

[JustaPan]

Caelynn was basking in the morning sun, her face turned up to the sky, her blue eyes closed. She didn't move when she heard approaching footsteps, but she did smile. "Good morning, Father," she greeted, immediately recognizing the footfalls. She opened her eyes, and turned her head to face him, a soft smile playing at her lips. "I was not expecting company this morning. Does Mother still slumber?" She asked.

Her eyes lit up upon his compliment, and she hid a small giggle behind her hand. "You are too kind, Father, but we know the Gods grace us all with their beauty," she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She pulled the shawl tighter around her shoulders, keeping her smile in place, though her eyes were tired. "I have been tracking a herd of deer through the Anhaern valley since last month. They have been moving south along the Ashwyn river. A few fawn have been born to the herd, so I wanted to follow them and see that they are well," she admitted.

Though it was hard for her to imagine that in just another day, she would possibly be married off to someone. As Cecelia placed the tray down, Caelynn thanked her, before her maid moved away. Pouring herself a cup of tea, Caelynn looked up at her father, a somber expression in her eyes.

Her smile faded into a frown, as he mentioned the possibility of a prince. Taking a biscuit, she turned away, and nibbled at it slightly before speaking again. "I do not wish to be married, Father," she said softly. "I do not want to become some man's queen, and be forced to reside in a castle my entire life," she said, looking at him once more. "What if the prince I marry does not allow me to ride? What will I do without my valleys, or mountains, or my wilderness?"

The proposition of marriage weighed heavily on Caelynn's shoulders, much like the prophecy that the Gift would return. But what if it wasn't her? Or what if the man she married forced her to remain inside? She was an outdoors woman, often taking long rides during the day to escape her duties, and studies. She wanted to be one with her people, not locked away in a castle. So many things weighed so heavily on the young Princess.

 

[BlackBlade]

"Your mother yet waits for the dawn to pass before rising to morning meal. She has...taken to bed later in the evenings, and remains bedded longer, as of late, absent duty and responsibilities. I should think to change this, but for now, we shall allow her to enjoy her long hours of slumber."

And then Caelynn began about her coming of age ceremony. Aramis regarded his daughter with some amusement, though her words rang to heart. He nodded, listening intently, and offering her the quiet respect she deserved. When she had concluded her reasoning for not wanting to marry, he smiled and gently reached a hand to hers. Giving it a soft squeeze, he moved closer and said softly, "Our hearts are of similar course, my daughter, yet duty and honor state that we should abide by tradition. Our family has ever been joined to those of powerful allies, and if roles were different, then perhaps your betrothal could be further negotiated. Yet as the princess of our lands, you are slated for queendom in another land, but would effectively join our nations in matrimonial union. It is our way, Caelynn, and neither you nor I could break such tradition. Not any of the kings of the world."

He gave a sigh, yet the sad smile remained upon his lips. "Cast worry from your thoughts, my love. It is unbecoming of a princess, and one that may someday be a powerful queen in her own right. I feel it so."

The tingling of her warm hand in his was not lost upon him. It made hm wonder if magick were like so, as an energy as powerful as the lightning from the storm, or the wind from the desert. It made his mind flicker back to the ancient prophecy that D'Saad had taught him when he was but a boy:

And it would come to pass that the rightful king should meet the one true princess, and their union would bring about the Gift to the world once more...

Difficult for Aramis to remember all of the passage, but he made a mental note to dig up the ancient tome and refer to its contents once more. A fleeting memory came back to him now, when upon his 95th summer, he had wandered within his father's throne room--now his--and, caught gazing upon it longingly, the Lord Chamberlain D'Saad did happen upon him. "What vexes my young lord so?" the old man had said. Aramis, ashamed of his discovery, simply shrugged and pointed to the great steel throne. D'Saad had smiled and nodded his head. "Ah yes, the throne that one day you shall adorn, my young lord. Worry not, for upon your majority, should your father the king proclaim it so, shall you sit upon it, the rightful king of our lands."

Am I that rightful king? Aramis mused. Remembering that he held onto Caelynn's soft hand, he glanced into her perfect azure eyes. Is she the one true princess?

His thoughts were interrupted by the horse master of the royal stables. He bowed deeply. "Apologies, my lord, my princess! I did not mean to disturb....but your horse is saddled and ready, Princess Caelynn, as instructed. If you require escort, I or my stable apprentice, and several men-at-arms may set to purpose as your guard."

Arami smiled forlornly at Caelynn, his thoughts now returning to the present. "Go, my daughter. Go and enjoy the fields and valleys. See to your herd of deer, and report back should there be babes anew. I shall greet you in loving arms upon dinner meal this evening."

The king stood then, Caelynn's hand still in his. He bowed deeply and kissed his daughter's hand. "Take caution of your surroundings, my love. I know you know of every nook and crevice, yet I would not lose my only daughter to the wild beasts of the land."

 

[JustaPan]

The news of her mother was concerning. The woman slept longer than most in the Castle, and stayed up beyond dusk, when others have turned in. Concern that something troubled her mother washed over the young Elf's face, before disappearing again. If it was of concern, her father would have brought it up. For now, she enjoyed the dawn, and the rising of the sun with her father.

And then she was telling him of all her concerns. Marriage hadn't even really come up in the conversation, but she needed to get her feelings out. She wasn't going to be some King's castlebound Queen. She wanted to be free, and be among nature, and her people. As he spoke, Caelynn squeezed his hand. It was unfair, he was the King, he had the right to change tradition if he wanted to, but he didn't. A frown spread across her features. "I understand, Father," was the only thing she offered him.

She busied herself with her tea and biscuits, longing to be on the trails of the forest soon. If she was correct, the herd she was tracking should have been about the morning's ride away from the Castle. She could ride upon them, and follow from a distance and observe their movement. She longed to be free like the deer, and move about wherever she wished.

Though the silence was soon broken by the stable master. The interruption was needed for Caelynn's part, as she sat a little straighter. Her eyes cast to her father, unaware he was thinking of the Prophecy she had long ago forgotten. Though Cecelia tried to remind her of it every now and then.

She stood after her father, and after his kiss to her hand. She managed a smile, and nodded. "I will return before sundown," she said, pulling her hand away.

Though if she had a say who to marry, it would have been the stable master. He was young, a few years older than her, but he was very good at his job. She was rather friendly with him when the two would meet in the stables in the early morning. Though nothing went on between them, she couldn't help but feel a spark.

As she approached the stable master, she placed a hand on his shoulder, the touch lingering a little longer than it should have. "Thank you, but there is no need. I wish to ride upon the valley myself. If I do not return upon sundown, you may send help. I will be along the Ashwyn river," she stated, making sure her location was known if she did not return. She turned, and gave a final wave to her father, before making her way to the stables where her white stallion waited for her.

She climbed upon the horse, and immediately took towards the forest, away from all her duties and responsibilities. She would cast a glance over her shoulder, and watch as the Castle grew smaller in the distance. A relief to be away from the talk of marriage, and thoughts of Prophecy.

By mid-morning she reached the Ashwyn river, and slowed her horse to a walk. She turned the stallion to the south, and strolled along the bank of the river. Soon, the trees gave way into a large meadow, the river cutting it in half, and there she spotted her herd of deer she'd been tracking.

The day before there had been five fawn, but now three more moved on spindly legs, getting used to their bodies. A smile blossomed on her lips, and she guided her horse downwind of the herd. Moving into the shadows of the trees, she dismounted, and tied her horse to a nearby tree to graze. She unpinned her hair, letting her long blonde strands fall and cascade around her shoulders, as she moved to a large rock. She sat upon it, and lost herself into the beauty that was her forest, and her herd of deer.

 

[BlackBlade]

The exchanged glances between Caelynn and the stable master were not lost upon the king. He had known the young elf boy since he was first born, found him of good stock. His family was loyal to the crown and so it seemed appropriate to give their son employment. But his familiarity with his daughter was not altogether desired. A commoner such as he should not be so close, so familiar with one of royal blood. Aramis would have to inform his chamberlain to look into this and perhaps re-assign the boy elsewhere.

Aramis watched as his daughter was led away, his eyes roaming about her lovely form and once more his mind wandered to places it had never been. When had Caelynn grown so much? When had she taken on the form of a young she elf, ready for her coming of age....ready for mating? The thought made his loins tighten, and he glanced about to ensure none had seen his reaction. Luckily, he had been left alone in the gardens, save for the attendant guards all around. He pressed his lips together and set about his day.

Inspecting the grounds were not his typical duties, yet thoughts continued to plague him of a prophecy no longer spoken about. The Gift had been removed from the world, taken by the Goddess of Mysteries herself. Magick had long since faded, and none were yet born with the Gift of bending space and time and energies to his or her will. And yet, the prophecy spoke of a one rightful king of the land that would find his one true princess, claim her as his own, and bring about the age of magick once more. Could he be that king? And what of Caelynn? She had shown promise. She had shown great intelligence, in tuned with nature, surely a gift to all she met. Could she be that one true princess? Certainly, it had not been Alaina, his wife and her mother. Long since tried and failed, their union only produced their lovely Caelynn. No magic had come. No signs of the gift yet flourished.

War was ever imminent. D'Saad warned of it. Cousins and distant friends alike were all vying for attention, more power, more lands. They were sending emmissaries, dignitaries, and a great many of his family and friends were coming to see him, to see Caelynn. It was her coming of age ceremony on the morrow's eve, and all would vie for her hand, and his good graces. But the prophetic voices kept nagging at him! Why should he give up his princess if she was the one! Why should he let the Gift, the prize, slip from his grasp? And why...should he allow his lovely daughter be taken by another man...when...he....

Shaking his head in frustration, Aramis cut his inspection of the troops short. His lord commander seemed concerned, and the king gave a dismissive hand. "I am well satisfied of the troops, Lord Commander. I would see to other, more pressing matters. Have my horse brought around. The perimeter of our lands is needing my attention now."

The lord commander seemed stunned, concerned. "As you wish, my lord." He bowed. "I shall have a company of men--"

"That won't be necessary, Balen. I will ride myself and see to our defenses. Do not waste time and men with me. Just see to the preparations for the morrow's arrivals."

A moment later, Aramis was riding hard and fast, pushing caution and decorum all out of the way, trampling on tradition and morality, cursing at tradition and circumstances, riding to an uncertain future because his heart and his loins demanded it.

When he found her, he came upon her with stealth. She was so radiant and beautiful, just as he expected, gazing happily at the procession of deer. Smiling, Aramis came to her from behind, wrapping loving arms about her. He immediately shushed her to keep her from being alarmed or fleeing.

"It is I, my love, your loving father, come to see what all your fuss was about. And even now, as I gaze upon the wondrous array of our lands that nature has provided, I am struck and reminded by the thing most beautiful to me." His arms were warm and powerful, comforting. And then his lips upon the top of her head were of a father's for his daughter. They stood and watched as the drama unfolded before them.

 

[JustaPan]

The deer wandered slowly around the meadow, grazing. They made no move or indication they were going to move on for the time being. Caelynn leaned back on the rock, a soft rumble in her stomach, realizing that half the day had gone by, and she hadn't eaten more than just her biscuits and tea. She was thankful she was alone, as the blush crept into her cheeks. An embarrassment swept through her, as she slid off the rock and began to forage the nearby bushes for edible berries. Once she had a decent amount, she returned to the rock and sat upon it once more.

As she ate the berries, and watched the herd, her mind began to wander. The prophecy came to mind for some reason, as she thought about her coming-of-age ceremony. Cecelia had told her for years since she was young that she was the prophecized Princess, the one that would return magick to the lands. But she didn't believe it. It meant she would be married off to a man, and as soon as she was bedded to the "rightful King", then magick would return to their bloodline once more. But she still didn't want to be married off, she wanted to remain home in her familiar castle, with familiar people. What if the prophecy was true? She would be sharing magick with some stranger, and not her family.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of arms wrapping around her. She jerked, and a scream built up in her throat. Her eyes went wide, as she glanced over, and saw her father's face. Her breathing was labored as she tried to swallow the scream, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, as her scream finally died down. Her chest heaved, but she slowly lowered her hands.

"You scared me half to death!" she exclaimed, her hand resting on her breast over her heart. She moved over on the rock to allow him space to join her, as she looked out over at the deer. A few of them lifted their heads, ears flicking in different directions as their nostrils flared. But after a few moments, they returned to their grazing, and leisurely walking through the meadow.

Caelynn was relieved that they hadn't fled, or else she wouldn't have been able to track them further. However, she had to remind herself that this was probably the last time that she would see these wild beasts. A sadness came over the Princess, as her proper posture fell, and her shoulders slumped.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to hide the sadness in her voice. She turned to look at her father, her blue eyes shining in the sunlight.

 

[BlackBlade]

They shared the same blue eyes, Aramis noted, a trait he was always stunned and grateful for. He gave her a warm smile and took the proffered seat next to Caelynn. "The gardens of our courtyard are not enough, my princess. Here, among the fields, forest, birds and beasts, I should find my ever adventurous daughter among them. It lifts my heart to know you continue to remain one with nature and appreciate all that our lands have to offer."

He took note that she had eaten the bright red berries so recently, and a part of his mind wondered how sweetly her breath would smell now, how her lips would taste of the cherished fruit. His loins reacted as well, as he gazed upon her lips so full and so matured, yet eyes and face of innocence still. Aramis lifted a hand brushed the backs of his fingers gently upon her cheek. "You are the sun and the moon, my daughter, so lovely as the dawn, and yet so mysterious as the dusk that slithers unto night. I would miss you far greater than the others, you know. I would miss your laughter, your spirit, your very presence and energy among the halls of our keep."

Aramis swallowed the lump in his throat as well, his mind shifting back to the prophecy D'Saad had spoken of. 'The rightful king....taking the one true princess.' Here, now, was she. And he, too, was that king. Yet laws, morality, and decency screamed against such a thing. The hosts of nations would fall upon him for such an act, a decision made in haste. An error in judgment. And what of Alaina, his queen, her mother? What of her thoughts, her feelings, her shock an disgust? What of his subjects, his advisors, his own people? What would they think of him should he thwart the course of events already laid before them?

As the war raged within his thoughts, Aramis could only do what his heart demanded. Logic and reason were fast moving beyond his conscious mind...and then, he leaned in, dipping his head, and kissed her. He kissed his daughter, Caelynn! Not a short peck, like times before, but a longer, lingering kiss reserved for....lovers!

 

[JustaPan]

Caelynn shared traits with both of her parents, but her eyes were the ones she loved the most. They were her father's eyes, shining so blue like the summer sky, or the deep ocean water. But her other favorite feature, was her mother's smile. And she smiled her radiant smile at her father. "The courtyard does not hold the same mystery as the wilderness. I cannot see deer, or fish, or certain species of birds in our gardens, like I can here. My soul yearns to be free," she responded.

She lifted her eyes to the midday sky, taking in the warmth, even in the shade. She didn't notice the traces of berries left behind on her lips, having been too careful not to stain her hands. Her tongue darted out just briefly to run across her lower lip, then retreated back into her mouth, as she took a deep breath of the fresh air. Her eyes closed, and she leaned into her father's touch, listening to his words. "But of course, Father, I will miss you the most as well," she responded. And it was true, she had always been a daddy's girl. Often finding herself in his studies, or sneaking into his meetings to climb into his lap, until either Cecelia or her mother would come collect her for bed. Often, she had been found sleeping in his arms.

But now with a marriage on the horizon, it was all going to be left behind. Her father, her castle, her wilderness. All of it would be gone. And yet, she couldn't have known what plagued his mind. That the Prophecy was heavy for him to bear as well. Only now did it seem to pop back up into her own mind. Was she the Princess of the tales? And if so, who was her King?

Her eyes remained closed as she felt the flutter of his lips against hers, but it wasn't as quick as she was expecting. Her eyes flew open, going wide as the forest around them seemed to fall into a silence, awaiting her reaction. The kiss lingered much longer, like the ones she would catch her father giving her mother when he thought no one was looking. But she wasn't her mother!

She pulled back from the kiss, her hand flying to her lips, as she realized she could taste the remnants of the tea and biscuits on his lips. "Father!" She gasped, and slid back on the rock, trying to register what just happened. He'd kissed her! Like a lover would. Her lips tingled from where his had been, almost feeling a spark from the contact. But it was wrong, they were of blood! "What was that?" She demanded.

 

[BlackBlade]

Aramis blinked as Caelynn pulled back, pulled away. The memory of her lips lingering upon his, the taste her breath and skin....He seemed star-struck for the moment, at a loss for words to explain. His eyes lingered upon her lips, plump and fresh for the taking. He drew nearer, but then stopped. Frightening her was not his intent, and yet, he had an overwhelming sense of desire...to continue.

Yet her posture and demeanor prevented further action. He simply sighed and offered a smile. Then he shrugged and turned his gaze towards the sun, drenching in its nourishment.

"I but celebrate the new day, my love, and the coming festivities. Are you not filled with excitement for your coming-of-age? And also, to meet a new and handsome prince perhaps?" He turned back to regard her, gauging her response to the last question. Part of him had secretly hoped she would reject the notion because she wised to remain with him! In his household, in his arms!

But he knew that was wrong. He knew tradition called for their family to marry into another family, increase the bloodline's holdings and influence. Part of him knew he had to give up his only daughter for the good of the realm.

And yet, a bigger part of him desired her even more. To remain with him forever. To have and to hold. Until death....

Aramis shook his head from his reverie. He hopped from the rock he had sat upon and stood closer, offering his hand. "Come, Daughter, let us for the castle and return to more civilized environs. Nature is ever welcoming, on should remain so for us to enjoy."

Yet, she would see hints of lust and desire in his eyes, his body taut and muscular, the heat of it radiating to hers, feral, wanton...lustful.

 

[JustaPan]

Caelynn could tell from his posture and the look in his eyes he'd meant to kiss her. It wasn't an accident, but intentional to kiss her like a lover. But why? She frowned, knowing she wasn't going to get the answer to that question now. But he had a reason for kissing her, did he not? But she wasn't his lover, she was his daughter. His very own flesh and blood! But there was something more. She placed her fingers to her lips, the feeling of his still ghosted there. She hadn't liked it, but she could still feel him.

A pout came over her, as she turned to look back at the roaming deer. "I already told you, I do not wish to be married," she said simply, not looking at him. "I wish to remain free, and to roam these forests for as long as I can."

The silence stretched between them, leaving an awkward air behind. She was thankful when he moved and stoood, hoping he would leave her be, but he was asking her to head back to the castle with him. She pursed her lips, and climbed off the rock without taking his hand. "Yes, I suppose it is time to head back," she said, moving to her stallion. She untethered him, and mounted him, waiting for her father to do the same with his horse.

Once he was upon his horse, and starting down the trail, she fell into place behind him, but at a distance. After the kiss, and the look he'd offered her, she didn't trust being alone with him in the forest. She ensured he was a safe distance ahead of her, before she silently turned her horse off into the underbrush. They moved through the forest until she happened upon another trail, one she was also familiar with. It was a shortcut back to the castle when she was running late. At the right speed, she could cut an hour off of her trip, but she had to be careful her father didn't see her.

Though once she was sure the trail was safe, she pushed her stallion into a trot, then into a gallop, and then into a sprint. She leaned forward, letting his mane whip past her face as she kept her eyes focused on the trail ahead. But her mind began to wander. Why had her father kissed her and looked like he longed for her? She was his daughter after all, so it wasn't right.

The Prophecy.

The words came to mind without warning, and nearly made her jump. Was it really because of the Prophecy? She wasn't that princess though. Especially if she didn't plan to be married. No rightful king would bed her and bring back the Gift, if she wasn't the one. But Cecelia kept telling her as a child that she was the True Princess. Was it just hope? Or was there more? And her father had been talking to D'Saad that morning. His advisor was always filling his head with ideas. Was that it? Was D'Saad giving her father false hope?

The thought angered Caelynn, as she glared at the trail. That had to be it. The Prophecy was only talked about by D'Saad, and Cecelia, who worked directly for the Chamberlain when she wasn't answering to Caelynn. Were they conspiring? It couldn't be, but...

The castle came into view, and she pushed her horse harder. If she was lucky, and escaped her father's notice, she would reach the castle about an hour before he would. Meaning she had to act fast.

Upon reaching the castle, she brought her stallion to a stop by the stables, and hopped off of him in a hurry. She handed him over to the stable master, without exchanging their secret smiles. "Ensure he is well bathed, and given an extra treat," she said, before hurrying towards the castle itself.

"Princess?" He called, but she was out of earshot.

She hurried into the main room of the castle, and looked around. "D'Saad? Where is Chamberlain D'Saad? I demand an audience with him at once!"

 

[BlackBlade]

Aramis rode ahead for a time, lost in his own thoughts. The kiss. So foremost in his mind, the memory of it lingering still. He smiled and touched his lips, remembering her taste, the feel of her softness, her body so close...

And then, he glanced back and realized that Caelynn had disappeared. Worried he might have frightened her off, the king backtracked the trail. He searched for a few minutes and eventually found the shortcut she might have taken. Of course. Caelynn was out here so often she had had to have created her own routes and trails. He smiled at her resourcefulness, shrugged, and moved back upon the official trail. If his daughter were in any sort of danger, she would have called out or signaled somehow. Aramis could see that the trail she took was worn, and that the hoof prints had shown a steady trot and not a gallop. Therefore she was most likely taking a better route. He sighed, hoping he had not lost his only daughter to a callous and careless move on his part. He shook his head, pressed his lips together, and rode back to their castle at his leisurely pace.

Tomorrow, all would be decided, and he could rid his mind of the sinful thoughts that plagued him. And yet, he knew that these forbidden thoughts would nag at him until it boiled over once more. Aramis oped he could maintain control over his emotions, contain his desires, and tamp down the lust he was now harboring for the one person he should not want in that way!

---

Derek, the stable master, took the reins of Caelynn's horse. He gave her a sly smile and was about to ask her how her ride went, but could see that the princess was distraught. She hopped off her horse and listened to her curt instructions. Nodding agreeably, he tried to engage her in conversation. But the princess had been short and direct, moving quickly towards the castle keep.

Derek wondered what the matter could be, and made a note to find her alone later and ask her what had happened. If the princess was attacked in the forest, or had been harmed in any way, Derek knew he would take some form of action. He was beginning to grow quite fond of the princess, but he also knew his place in society. A princess and a commoner such as he could never, ever.... The thought disheartened him, yet their hand holding and almost kissing led him to believe there might yet be hope. he smiled at the thought.

Inside the castle, the guards heard the cry from their princess. At once, the sergeant-at-arms came to her and bowed deeply. "Princess Caelynn! You called for the lord chamberlain? He...uh...he is in council at this very moment." The young man pointed. "Over there. But Princess...I--" His words seemed to fall upon deaf ears, as he watched in fear as the princess strode towards the council chambers, intent on having words with Lord Chamberlain D'Saad.

 

[JustaPan]

The trail was well worn, indicating that she had taken it often, just as she had to escape him. So many thoughts had plagued her, about what had happened, and what he intended. She wasn't afraid of him, she was afraid of what he might try to do if he wasn't thinking with a clear mind. But D'Saad had to have been the one who filled his head with tales of the Prophecy. That was all she could think of, all she could come up with. It only made the most sense, and to push a father onto his daughter? Such a taboo act would disgrace her father's name, and he'd be shunned from the kingdom. Is that what D'Saad had planned the whole time?

The thoughts made Caelynn feel sick as she charged through the castle. She brushed past Cecelia, not even looking at her chambermaid. Her mind was made up, and she didn't care what she had to do to get her point across. She marched past the sergeant-at-arms, not even listening to a word he said. She was on a mission, and she would not be dissuaded from her goals. She reached the council chambers, and threw the doors open at once.

Every head in the room turned towards her, shock spreading across multiple faces. The very princess dared to storm into the room unannounced? Did she really think that was okay? But she didn't care as she marched around the table, her hair and dress billowing behind her. "Excuse me, Chamberlain D'Saad, I need to speak with you. In private," she said, as she stood directly before him.

Murmurs filled the room, and she immediately held a hand up to silence everyone, without turning her head. "Enough! I am speaking," she finally turned, her eyes narrowed into a glare. "You are all dismissed at once. This meeting is postponed until further notice," she declared. And all at once everyone began to talk again, and trying to get her attention.

Her eyes narrowed even more as she slapped her hands on the table, looking directly at everyone. She was usually calm and collected, but now she was outraged. She was outraged by her father's actions against her in the forest. And outraged at the man who possibly started it all. "OUT!" she screamed, and all at once people rose and immediately left the room.

She waited until the last person left the door closed, before turning on D'Saad. "You! What kind of lies have you been feeding my father?!" she demanded. "Have you been filling his head with the Prophecy again? He must believe I am the True Princess, and he is the Rightful King," she started, approaching D'Saad with slow, calculated steps. "Have you put it in his head to come onto his very own flesh and blood? That to fulfill the Prophecy, he must be one with me?"

She knew these were strong accusations, but she had to know the truth. And she knew that D'Saad wouldn't tell a soul about what she said, except to maybe her father who was already aware of the situation. "And if so, what will you gain from it? Do you plan to overthrow the Crown and take its place?"

 

[BlackBlade]

D'Saad seemed amused. The haughty princess had barged into their council meeting and demanded an audience with him. It was amusing and altogether cute. He glanced at the other members of the council, saw their confused glances, and remained seated until she screamed her orders once more. Then they slowly got up, muttering to themselves, and moved out of the chamber hall.

Tecnically speaking, the princess did not outrank the lord chamberlain, though to bring that technicality up seemed well out of place, given her mood and demeanor. Only a duke or high prince could countermand him, and he was Aramis's chief advisor nonetheless. He smiled gently and waved a hand towards a chair. "Would you sit, Princess? Perhaps calmer words could be shared between us, now that the room is emptied of errant ears."

"Now, what is this prophecy you speak of? The ancient one about who could bring the Gift back into our world?" D'Saad chuckled lightly. "I have not filled your father's head with such thoughts, and I have no plans to take over the kingdom should he fall. I am at a loss as to where you might think such loathsome things. I have ever been loyal to him and to this family for nearly three generations." The old man seemed sincere, yet he spoke to her as if she were a petulant child--because she was acting like one.

"If your father has any thoughts on the matter, they have sprung from him alone. I cannot say to know all of Lord Aramis's mind, such as it is far superior to any others I have dealt with. But know that I have ever had not but good intentions, for you, your queen mother, and your father, our king." He gave a deep bow and waited for her reaction.

---

Aramis returned to the castle nearly an hour later. The Chamberlain's Council had since disbanded, perhaps early he thought. Yet upon walking through the great halls and chambers, he could not find his daughter or D'Saad. The king shook his head and tried to put frivolous thoughts out of his head. Instead, he sought out his household administrator, Alistair, needing to confer with the man about all the plans for tomorrow's celebrations. He knew that Alaina should be tending to such details, yet he also feared his wife would remain aloof throughout the day and might abstain from her duties. Aramis sighed, growing annoyed with his wife's refusal to accept her role and responsibilities. He would have to address that soon enough.

After finding Alistair and giving detailed instructions, Aramis ventured to his sergeant-at-arms within the castle keep. "The castle guards should wear their formal blues and whites. Typically, we require only decorative arms, but for this occasion, I would have them in their utility gear. Their weapons should be honed, sharpened, and shined prior to tomorrow night. Some of our guests would notice only display weapons and scoff at that. I want to ensure strength and honor are in full display."

"Yes, sir."

Next, Aramis tended to the stables, finding the young Derek among the stable hands and horses. "You are clear to your purpose, young Derek?"

Derek bowed deeply, but did not smile at his king. Instead, he gave the royal a wary look and muttered, "As always, my lord. You need worry for nothing out here. I shall tend to all the proceedings."

Aramis noticed the look of suspicion from the young man, and he recalled that the boy had had eyes for his daughter. Aramis thought nothing of it, as a commoner had no chance to ever come close to a princess. It was unthinkable, and to dwell upon it longer made him shake his head and chuckle at the foolish thought. "Good. See that the war horses are stabled on the outer stalls, the ones to the back and outside the walls." Aramis knew, that if there were any trouble, the enemies' horses would be farthest from the party, effectively stalling any escape or engagement.

Finally, Aramis returned to his private chambers, finding his queen at the dresser, still having her hair combed by her ladies-in-waiting. "Alaina, it is near the noon sun, and lunch is to be served. Surely you have not wasted the day within these walls?"

Alaina regarded her husband in a bored and tired manner, sighing deeply and gazing at his reflection from her mirror. "I was simply indisposed upon waking, my lord. I should grace the halls at present, and tend to Caelynn's party."

"You might check with Alistair. I have already set the man to purpose, seeing your absence from the planning and oversight. Tarry along and see that the preparations are in order."

Before she could respond with her inadequate replies, Aramis strode from the room to see if he could find Caelynn.

 

[JustaPan]

Caelynn was surprised in her anger when the council members eventually stood, and filed out of the room. It registered that she did not outrank D'Saad, and he had done nothing to stop his people from leaving. He let her have her fit, and scare the others off. Her eyes followed them out of the room, never losing the glare, as she turned on D'Saad.

She eyed him with suspicions, and slowly lowered herself into a seat, but as far from the man as she could manage. She didn't trust him in the moment, and she found herself crossing her arms as he spoke. Her lips were pressed into a thin, white line, and her eyes were narrowed. She looked over the man, reading into his body language as he spoke, and either he was telling the truth, or he was good at hiding his intentions.

"Yes, I speak of the Prophecy. The one that shall return the Gift? If it was not you to fill my father's head with such thoughts, then who could it have been? My father is too good of a man to have thoughts to try to come onto his own daughter," she frowned, trying to deny the fact that it possibly could have been her own father's doing. She sat back in the seat, and looked up at the ceiling of the room, as her mind wandered through other possible suspects. Her mother seemed to ail, and D'Saad was the only person her father talked to on the regular. Surely someone filled his head with such thoughts. Pursing her lips once more, she stood, and turn, not offering a bow back to D'Saad. He could tell her father of her rudeness if he liked, she didn't mind. For now her mind was elsewhere.

The once very polite, and kind princess who never raised her voice, was now on a mission, to find who would have turned her own father against her.

---

An hour had seemed to pass, as Caelynn wandered the halls, seeming to avoid her father's presence. But the state of the castle and how busy everyone was, told her that he had returned and had put people to work. And while she was still doubtful, and distrustful, she did owe an apology to one person in particular. She ducked through the halls and avoided her father when she caught glances of him moving about the castle. She had just seen him come back in from outside, so she knew it was safe to run to the stables.

She crept to the nearest door, and slipped out of it. She gathered her skirts and hurried to the stables, to apologize and speak to Derek. The one person she did have feelings for, and the only other person she could trust with her secret, that no one would know her father had kissed her.

As she reached the stables, she caught Derek just before he left the stables with the horses. "Derek, wait!" she called, causing the man to stop, and turn towards her. She saw the familiar sparkle in his eye return at the sight of her as she approached. Better than the hurt she'd seen when she was so curt and direct with him. She hurried up to him, and glanced behind her to make sure her father hadn't spotted her, or no one else had seen her and reported her presence to her father.

"I must apologize for my behavior," she said softly. Something had happened in the forest, and I needed answers. I did not mean to push you away. " She approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, looking up into his eyes. She felt that fleeting moment between them, her heart pounding in her chest. Was this what her father felt when he'd kissed her?

Without double-checking her surroundings, she did the unthinkable. The forbidden.

She stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to Derek's, feeling the spark that she longed to feel by kissing him. This should have been her first kiss, not her father. Her other hand came to rest upon his cheek, as she parted from the kiss, their lips still only a few inches apart. "Please, forgive me," she whispered.

 

[BlackBlade]

D'Saad regarded the young girl for the length of her little tirade. It was cute and endearing, yet altogether misplaced, at least on this occasion. The Prophecy? Lord Aramis? As he gazed at Caelynn, he could tell she had not been violated in anyway. Her clothin was still intact, albeit some fast riding on her part had left them windblown. Yet there were no signs of dirt or grass, no tears and dishevelment. All seemed in order. And her demeanor was not one who had recently been violated, raped, or even made love to. She was just an angry, petulant little princess, and D'Saad indulged in her minor tantrum.

At last he spoke up to her. "Apologies, dear princess, if you think me to be the villain in this discourse. I would injure own mouth or eyes should I have spoken such vile things. The Prophecy is ever looming over all the realms, not just ours, and to think we have the one true princess and king, well, that would be arrogance and folly all at once. I assure you, rest easy and know that you may have misinterpreted happenings, absent calm reasoning. Take meal of bread and wine, if you will, to better calm nerves. Perhaps it is your very coming-of-age or eventual betrothal that vexes you so?"

He spoke patiently, but had the hint of weariness from an old man who had seen far too much in his life. When she left him, he gave a sad smile and shook his head.

---

Derek was a simple man, only turned to his majority a year hence. He was yet a youngling in comparison to his friends and relatives, yet his hard work and dedication to the horses had garnered him the chief role among the other stable hands. He was promoted a few moons back, rising to the rank and being given a considerable raise for his troubles and successes. Yet of al his accomplishments, none had outweighed his budding friendship with Caelynn,m the princess!

Derek knew he was far out of his league. No commoner such as he could ever think to go much further with one of royal blood. He could rise to the highest rank of lord commander, and yet still have no chance at a princess or queen! It was his lot in life, one that sat bitterly in the pit of his stomach and in his young mind. And yet, Caelynn had ever shown him such kindness and friendship. This led to some flirting through the years, even more so as of late, as she herself came to her majority.

But now this. A kiss! Her eyes and smiles had hinted at such, but he had never the culmination of their long talks, their long walks, and the fleeting touch of hands upon occasion, would lead to a kiss! With a princess, no less. He blinked, mouth dropping open. Their faces were so close and he could smell her sweet breath, gaze into her eyes so closely.

"I...uh...Caelynn..." Derek stammered, unable to form words that were appropriate. He blinked again, then began to smile. Glancing about quickly, he took Caelynn's hand and led her deeper into the stable barn. He wished to continue this kiss, if only for a single stolen moment. "Your apologies are not necessary. I am ever your loyal friend and confidante. I would aid you in all things."

Derek leaned in to kiss her again, to feel her soft lips upon his. Yet it was not to be! The stable door opened wide, and in walked two knights and their Lord Commander, Balen. The man was massively large, dark hair and dark beard, fierce eyes and a mighty voice to match his body. He was the right hand of Lord Aramis, their king. Derek stepped back suddenly, eyes wide.

"I--uh--Lord Commander--!?" he said meekly.

Balen stepped closer. "What's this? Our stable master has captured our princess!" The other two knights glanced curiously at each other, then back at the two young ones. Balen leaned closer and said softly, "Take care, stable boy. She is your future queen, or at least will be in a far off land. It would not do for you to soil her in anyway." Then, he gave a respectful bow to Caelynn. "Highness. Your father searches for you, as does your mother. Tarry along and see to their needs. You are expected to ready yourself for tomorrow's celebrations."

Derek's heart and eyes dropped. He was reminded of Caelynn's coming of age and betrothal, and it broke his heart. Would they no longer share the long rides, the long talks...the kiss?

 

[JustaPan]

Caelynn could tell how D'Saad seemed to disregard her. His weary eyes swept over her and saw nothing. Of course he couldn't see the lingering of her father's kiss, nor the look the man had given his daughter before they departed. For now he was looking at her for what she was acting like, a spoiled princess.

But that wasn't the case, and it angered Caelynn further. She wasn't just acting out! She was trying to call attention to the wrongs of her father, but no one seemed to believe her. She felt foolish, and hopeless as she sat before D'Saad. The look in his eyes said that there was no use in her continuing to speak. He wasn't going to believe another word from her mouth. So she stood, and left, the weight of what she told him bearing down on her. Would he tell her father?

---

At the stables, Caelynn truly felt the most free. It was where Derek and the horses waited for her, where her heart resided. Derek had been her friend for as long as she could remember, sharing secrets, and smiles with each other since they were younger. And now they shared a kiss with one another, that was a long time coming.

When she pulled away, it had been all that she hoped for. The flutter of her heart, the smile that lingered afterwards. The genuine love she felt for the man. And she was more than happy to follow him deeper into the stables.

And his lips had been so close again, almost another kiss upon hers! Oh, how she wished it had been so! For selfish reasons, yes. To forget her father's lips pressing into her own, but to finally feel free with the man she loved. But the doors flew open, and he pulled back before he could kiss her again.

She turned, her eyes falling upon Balen, and the two knights. She was thankful it was them, and not her father, but their words were just as threatening as his could have been. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and shook her head.

"No, it is but a lie. I came here on my own, he did not steal me away," she said, though she longed for Derek to sweep her up into his arms, and for the two of them to flee into the wilderness.

She smiled at Derek and leaned in, to whisper so only he could hear her. "Do not fret, for I will make it so we can be together," she said, and squeezed his arm.

Stepping away from him, she nodded to Balen as he bowed. "Yes, of course. I shall be on my way. And word of this is not to get to my father, do you understand?" She said, her eyes narrowing once more. "And nothing is to come to Stable Master Derek, for he is not at fault. But for now, I must return to the castle," she said and took her leave.

She made her way back through the Castle grounds, and pushed open a side door to slip in. When she did, she was found immediately by Cecelia.

"My Princess! Your father looks for you," she said, but Caelynn waved her off as she stroke towards her chambers.

"Tell him I have retreated to my chambers, but tell him he must come at once. For great news has come! Tell him, I have found my rightful King," she smiled, and slipped into her room.