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| Mysterious Lady (Continued) He laid his head in his hands and closed his eyes still having no clue as to what to do. A young female servant came forth bearing a tray with a cup of wine and the days messages from the pigeons and couriers. Taking the messages and the wine he shooed the girl away and gulped down half of the wine. Opening the first message, he read it, not really caring, and set it aside. The second one was of a finer quality and had the seal of Airadon on it. From Queen Louise herself, he wondered what she wanted and quickly broke the seal, reading it eagerly. As he read his eyes smiled and he resealed the note placing it in his inside coat pocket next to his heart. The queen and him were good friends, well not really good friends, more like lovers. She just wasn�t ready to settle back down again though, but she would be soon, he just knew it. Upstairs in her room Christine lay on her bed sobbing from the fight with her father. Her cheek was still pink from where he had slapped her and she was sure it would leave an ugly bruise, she did bruise quite easily. The red curtains on the windows to the balcony were shut tight against the evening sun and all the servants were gone from her room. Even her maidservant Sarah was gone, for she had sent them all away in a fit of anger. She was alone and despite her crying she felt at peace with herself and with most everything around her. Sometimes being alone was just the thing she needed to forget who and what she was. She hated all the responsibility that came with being a noble and a lady. Lady Christine Airadon, daughter of the high lord and general London Airadon and heir to the throne if the queen and her offspring were to die or be killed. She sniffed angrily at the thought. Who wanted to be a queen anyway? All they ever did was sign treaties and rule armies to bring pain and suffering to the people of the land. Christine wanted something different though. She wanted adventure, romance, horror, comedy, tragedy; Light but she wanted it all! It was all out of her reach though and she could not figure out how to grasp it. She rolled over as she felt a light hand touch her shoulder. Peering up through her tear blurred eyes she saw that it was her dear sweet maidservant, Sarah. Sarah was an old woman, so old that no one knew just how old she really was. She had said that she had been the maidservant of Christine�s grandmother and of her mother. Shoulder length, gray, curly hair hung loosely about her face as her pale blue eyes looked down on Christine as if to give her strength. In a soothing voice Sarah said to her, �Child, calm yourself. All will be well in time, you will see. And do not think that your cheek will bruise, it will not, I promise you that.� As Sarah sat on the bed next to her, Christine curled herself into Sarah�s arms and cried. Making soothing sounds and gently running her fingers through Christine�s hair, Sarah held her comfortingly as if she was Christine�s mother. As she lay there in her maidservant�s arms an idea came to her as to how she could get out of having to marry that awful man. She would runaway, to a kingdom far, far away where no one would know her face and where she would be free to do as she pleased. She couldn�t leave just yet though, that would be too suspicious to her father. She would leave first thing in the morning and would just have to suffer through a night at the theater with Lord Dawson. She could handle him; she was tough and had a strong will. Wiping her tears away she asked Sarah to draw her bath for her so she could prepare for the engagement with John. As Sarah left to do as she asked Christine began to pace about her room, her mind whirling with ideas and plans for how she would leave. This story is not yet complete, check back later for more parts to it. |
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