"I am but a simple purveyor of words. A story teller one might say. For the right number of coins, I shall create you a world of your very own, where you will be hailed as its hero, its ruler….its god. Cross me, however, and you shall be cast down as its villain, the lowest of creatures. Your final fate will be most befitting…and unfortunate." - Michael L. Turner
Thursday, May 23, 2013
A Tale of Two Kings - Part #2
She took a calming breath to gather her focus. There were few things in this world that bothered her, and these two men were high among them. Annabelle Lenore look upon each with a disapproving
manner.Her personal guards
had skillfully pinned them both to the ground.She
had first taken notice of them back in the King’s ballroom, and they her.Foolishly, they thought to follow a princess into a place
they should not have ventured.Annabelle's visit
had allowed her this private wing in the palace as her residence.Uninvited visitors could expect to be
detained at the very least.The more
persistent could expect to have their rather fair looking faces, pressed unflatteringly against
the obsidian stone floor.
“And what do we have here?” she
asked, letting her annoyance flow through her voice.The feeling did not lessen when the darker
haired one managed to raise his head.His lips were curled into a smile that he must have thought special.It only made her want to put
her sharp heel to the side of his head.
“You don’t speak,” she said, raising a hand in a gesture of
silence.Annabelle turned instead to his auburn haired
companion.“You will speak.”
one was smiling now.Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed tightly
as she glance back at the first one.The damn fools must have practiced long on
that clever smile.It may have
worked on the chambermaids, but it held no sway with her.Sure they were both fair enough to look
at.However, they had the grace, charm,
and subtlety of a stumbling child.Both had made that impression very well when
they practically fell over each other, when simply crossing ballroom.
“I’m waiting for a response,” she
nodded toward her guard.He gave the
auburn haired man’s arm a little twist.Annabelle
was pleased when the clever smile faded. The man had bit down hard on what she
thought was going to be a very colorful curse.
“My lady,” he grunted, as her
guard gave his arm another small twist. “My lady… I believe there has been a misunderstanding. We simply caught sight of your beauty from
afar.Out of pure admiration, we wished only
for a closer view of your radiance.”
“My beauty?” Annabelle asked sounding
unimpressed.“Such a compliment, and yet,
I believe this one boasts with a silver tongue he does not possess.”She nodded for her guards to torque each
man’s arm again.Surprising to her was that
neither cried out.The soldiers her
father trained were very good at inflicting pain.
“Tell me,” she said after a
moment’s consideration.“Was it only my
beauty you sought?Am I but a pretty
flower for you to gaze upon?I would
assume that you seek more than beauty.
For in time, the simple beauty of any flower shall wilt, and wither. Maybe I possess other attributes that might interest you?”
“I… uh, well certainly,” the
auburn hair man stumbled.The silver
tongue was failing.Now he only had that clever smile to fall back
on.It did not seem so clever to her
“If truly, it is only beauty that you
seek,” she said bitterly, “might I suggest you try the royal gardens.There you will find plenty of beautiful
flowers gaze upon, and pluck.”
Annabelle turned.Then hesitating, she looked back down at the
“Then again, I wouldn’t suggest
that either,” she cautioned.“The king
takes much pride in those gardens.It
might be a shame if one or both of you lost a hand.”
Each man flashed a smile at her,
but not the clever one this time. It said they knew something that she did not.
“Don’t worry,” the one with the auburn
hair said.“I doubt that he will take my
“I wouldn’t be so certain,
Roderic Arcanius,” Annabelle said his name without flinching.She enjoyed the surprise that painted their
“You know who I am?” Roderic
Annabelle made a small nod and the
guards released the two men.
“How can one be invited to a
party and not know the name of their host,” she stated.“You are the Prince of Days… heir to the Throne
of Light, future King of the Twelve Kingdoms, Protector of the Gateway, and
Guardian of the Covenant.” Annabelle recited the titles with as much exaggerated pomp
as she could manage, and did not crack a smile.Roderic's dumfounded look was satisfying to her, and she turned to the other
and sniffed lightly.
“You would be Zareth Wren, the
Prince of Nights, Heir to the Twilight Throne, and the future position of Lord General
to the King of Days.”
idiot had the nerve to bow and her frown did not seem to discourage him.
“My lady,” Roderic said.“It seems that you have us at a
“Like most men, you are born that
way,” Annabelle said.For a second she
chewed on the sour taste at the tip of her tongue, but continued.“It is a sad state of affairs when the King’s
son does not know his own guests.Especially one who’s hair he once set on fire while the governess wasn’t
She saw something dawn in Roderic’s
Annabelle tilted her head slightly with
a frown for Roderic.
“So you do remember me,” she stated.“Should I be pleased that some memory of me
still exists in your muddled thoughts?”
“It has been a long time,” Roderic
said.He seemed to fumble with his
words.The silver had completely left
“Not long enough,” she shot back,
and turned a sharp eye toward Zareth who held what seemed to be a perpetual
“And what of you?” she asked.
“Oh…” he began and the smirk twisted
back to that annoyingly clever smile.“I
remember you quite well Anne.”
“I expected as much,” she sneered.“You were always the smarter and more
inventive of my tormentors.Always ready
with the cruelest of tricks.”
“Anne,” Roderic hastily said.“We were all children back then, and children
do stupid things.I admit that we
probably did more stupid thing than most, but that’s in the past.Time changes people.Let us show you that we have changed.Perhaps we can start again.”
Her teeth ground together with every
word Roderic spoke.There was sincerity in his
voice, but then he tried that stupid smile on her again.
“Change…?” Annabelle wetted her
lips.“Roderic, you speak as if the
reputation of you both hadn’t preceded you into this meeting.Your stories and acts of depravity are well
known.Even if they weren’t, you should
know quite well that my feelings for the two of you have been well earned.”
Roderic started to open his mouth,
but she cut him off.
“This conversation is over.”
Annabelle nodded to her guards.There had been two but now they had become
eight.They stepped forward behind the
“See them out,” she paused and
her eyes narrowed at the two.“Be certain
that they haven’t broken anything when they trip and fall down the stairs.”Annabelle then smiled at them both.“Have a pleasant evening Roderic, and you, Zareth.I hope you both find your pretty flowers to
Annabelle turned and walked away,
ignoring protests and the sounds of fighting at her back.She thought only of tomorrow night, when she
would be away from this place.Hopefully
another ten years could pass before she had to see either of those men again.