Vaas Plains Castle (8) – The Blood of Kings.
“My King…Lords, Ladies, and to you, the people of Vaas Plains. Winner of the Championship of Knights of Casterly, is Sir Arthur, Champion by forfeit.” The crowd all cheered, waving flags and calling out Sir Arthur, repeatedly, while Thomas and Godfrey, waited to help their Knight leave the field with dignity.
King Henry then turned to Calypso, who at first seemed to say one thing, and caught herself, to continue and say she had enjoyed the match, and the tournament. She excused herself to return to the castle, to inform the Queen of the days events, as the King nodded that he approved, and could only imagine just how Calypso would speak of the brave knights that had fought so hard and well that day.
Training Grounds Arena
The trumpets sounded and it was time to present the winner of the Tournament with his trophy, which was a golden eagle, beautifully crafted and weighed a considerable amount. The King was handed the prize and then he left the Royal box, with two young children that had been chosen from the spectators, to come and see a knight up close. King Henry strode out, his blonde hair radiant, against the white of his royal garb.
“Sir Arthur, you have shown not only great skill and courage, but also mercy in allowing Sir Henry to live. You are indeed a Champion this day, and forever more, the Head Knight of the Order. Congratulations.” The King then turned to the small boy, who looked up at the Knight with adoring eyes. “Samuel, why don’t you give the Knight his prize.” The King was one that believed, that one should encourage the youth, for they are the future of the realm. The boy took the heavy eagle, and then tottered over to the Knight, and held it up, as high as he could, though struggling slightly. The King applauded, well pleased with this, and awaited Sir Arthur to take his prize, and receive the fanfare of the people.
Further away, Sir Wayne was being helped by his two staff, Thomas and Godfrey who had Sir Henry wrap his arms around their shoulders, as they helped carry him back to his tent, so he may be treated properly, by one of the castle doctors. Thomas was full of praise for Sir Henry, but Godfrey was truly concerned about how Sir Henry fought. Question was, would Sir Henry tell them exactly what happened, and what was said, between him and Sir Arthur?
“Although I don’t agree with this, I won’t divorce him.”
She said softly smiling. Lady Dana wasn’t really mad that Syrio didn’t want the divorce to happen. She just knew that it would happened sooner or later, she just had to be patience. A few seconds past before Lady Dana eyes widen a bit. She just remember her husband and how he had to be up this afternoon to do some work with some villagers from different villages. Dana quickly stood up from where she sat and looked at Syrio.
“I have to go. Axel should be up and if he sees us like this from one of the balconies then he’ll suspect something. He’s suppose to leave later on today and stay over night at one of the other villages. Maybe later you can stop by my chamber so we can talk a bit.”
She said quickly as her eyes shifted upwards and scanned around to make sure that her husband wasn’t around. After looking around a few times her glare looked back to Syrio as he remained seated on the bench.
“I’ll miss you. See you later my love.”
Once done with what she had to say she leaned down and planted a kiss along Syrio lips once more, after departing she quickly walk away, back inside the castle to her chambers.
“Just…get this over with.” Sir Wayne growled, as the physician started to do the stitching. “You know, I could do some fancy lettering stitches, give those ladies in the tavern something to read when they are being wooed.” Thomas leaned over to the Physician’s ear and said. “I..really wouldn’t say that to him, Sir Reginald….not after today.” The Doctor shrugged, and went on with the treatment while outside, the skies were filled with angels, all high on the wing, as Sir Arthur bellowed loudly;
“NOW, MY BROTHERS! WE FLY! NOT ONLY IN THE NAME OF OURSELVES, EACH OTHER, OR OUR HOUSE…BUT TODAY WE FLY IN HONOR OF THOSE WE’VE LOST…”
This brought the attention from all within the tent of Sir Wayne, who could see the spectacle from within the tent via the tent flap being pulled open. So many had joined with Sir Arthur on the wing in the air, and the booming voice carried all the way to Sir Wayne’s tent.
“TODAY WE FLY FOR AMBROSIA! THE FLOWER OF ONE OF OUR GREATEST BRETHREN, THAT SHE AND THEIR LOVE MAY NEVER BE FORGOTTEN! FOR THE FLOWER OF CASTERLY!!!”
Sir Wayne could hardly believe his own ears. Angels holding reverence to his beloved wife Ambrosia, and even going as far as to name her the Flower of Casterly. He felt the sting of tears well in his eyes, for this was the most fitting tribute, to a remarkable woman, one he doubt could ever be replaced. He turned his head, to where her picture was on the small table, surrounded by roses and you could see her smiling in the frame. This was God’s will, this is why she told him to carry on, for her memory, would live on in the hearts of all.
“I’m sorry, your grace. But you have some letter.”
The servant bowed and quickly gave the letter to Metia.
Metia just open it and began to read, it was about her daughter, saying that has fallen death ill, and was moved to the dark stone village. Once she read Joffrey’s name, she gripped on the letter, closed her eyes and took a deep breathe, controlling her anger. Metia had warned Selene to never trust a man so easily, yet she did, why the hell did her daughter had to be so fool on that part? But it wasn’t only her fault, Joffrey was King Brax’s son, he certainly had the same charm his father had, which would make Selene fall in, and with a few lies here and there made things more easier. Her daughter was an angel, her body was way too pure for such darkness creature, and he done something to her, or else she wouldn’t be dying and having to fight against the evilness inside her. See! This is why Metia didn’t wanted her daughter to be an angel, if she born a witch like her, none of this would have happen. But now, she was worried, and she wanted to scream at the King Brax, and make him tell her where is son is at, he couldn’t disappear like dust, he was somewhere, and Metia was going find him. She was going find him, and make him suffer, if her daughter dies, then he will have the same destiny.
Metia pushed herself from the bed, and went to the closet, she removed a dark long coat made of fur, and put it on. She gave the letter back to the servant.
“I want you to show this to my son and my husband. Then tell my son to show up in the Nightlands Castle, and tell my husband to go to the Dark Stone Village, and go find our daughter. Do it quick!”
Now we could notice anger in her voice. If she used a horse as her transport, she would take too long, so she decided to just use her ability to shape-shift.
The Queen, rushed outside from the castle, and didn’t took long, as her body slowly started to shift into black crows as they all began to fly away, heading towards the Nightlands Castle.
“No..I rather you attend to your affairs, Calypso. It is best you are not dragged into what could be a war between House Casterly and the House of Brax, if what this message says is true. Take one of my Knights of your choosing with you as a guardian, and return to the Vaas lands as soon as you are able. I must prepare to take my leave. My daughter needs me.”
With that he did a quick nod of the head, then turned away, to head back up to the Castle, and ready himself to venture into the Night Lands. His greatest concern was if he attempted to march on their lands with an army to rescue his daughter, it would bring all out war. But the King being as he was, and knowing that his wife was probably in their castle, to act in aggression may see to harm befalling his beloved Metia. He would have to be careful…..and discreet.