Soundly, soundly [6/?]
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October 28 2011, 07:29:17 UTC
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Though that proclamation was sent far across the vast lands of the four Kingdoms, very few took up its offer. A prince would become Queen? Many did not know what to make of it, those who knew of Spades’ customs either snickered or pitied the place.
Many who did appear would lose courage- at the gates, within that dark corridor. This went on for quite a while that it seemed none would reach past the iron doors to where Arthur stood waiting.
Who was he waiting for?
The first to make it past the iron doors was a young girl from the Kingdom of Diamonds, she was to be wed soon to the King of Diamonds, which meant in reality her destiny was to be the Queen of Diamonds.
As she entered shyly in the rose garden, she paused, hesitant and nervous before the sword.
“Oh?”
Arthur had softly said, amused at her weak entrance despite being the first to make it here.
The girl’s eyes are wide and wavering, but snap with a faulty resolve once she sees the waiting sword. As if she knew not what else to do, as if this were her only option besides. Arthur is hidden within the shadow of the tree and observes.
A long braid trails down to almost her knees, her hair is a soft yellow like dandelions. The clouds are overcast, and truly should there have been sun her gentle beauty would have been more distinct. Under the sudden rain it struck of despair and tragedy.
She did not want to marry the King of Diamonds- that was the problem entirely. Because she did not wish to marry him that was why such weakness lay in her heart…
But if she did not wish to marry the King of Diamonds that was specific to him was it not? Would it mean she’d be willing to marry people aside from him? So if she pulled this sword from this stone she would become King of Spades, and marry the Queen of-
Her feeble hand is suddenly sure and strong as it reaches for the handle of the sword but that strength vanishes just as quickly as it’d came and without even touching it, that hand drops in defeat.
“I can’t.”
She whispers to herself.
In truth she did not want to marry the King of Diamonds because she wanted to marry her brother. And there lay her sin and despair. He was not actually her blood brother, but he had saved her from the streets, a life of misery. Another story of a nobleman who’d lost his fortune was the story of her family, but her brother a distant cousin (all nobility were distant relatives), had taken her in to save her of her original fate.
If fate could be changed once, it could be changed again surely?
However returning into that wealthy world had given her an opportunity to meet with the King of Diamonds, a King long known for his large sexual appetite, a man who loved beautiful things and loved himself, was finally for the good of the Kingdom looking for a Queen and then she-
She did not make another move to pull the blade from the stone, instead her hands clasped together at her breast, to her rapidly beating heart she prayed.
That whoever capable of pulling this sword from this stone, such a person, i she could have but an ounce of their strength!
With that she let, tearfully but surely. The future Queen of Diamonds!
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Though that proclamation was sent far across the vast lands of the four Kingdoms, very few took up its offer. A prince would become Queen? Many did not know what to make of it, those who knew of Spades’ customs either snickered or pitied the place.
Many who did appear would lose courage- at the gates, within that dark corridor. This went on for quite a while that it seemed none would reach past the iron doors to where Arthur stood waiting.
Who was he waiting for?
The first to make it past the iron doors was a young girl from the Kingdom of Diamonds, she was to be wed soon to the King of Diamonds, which meant in reality her destiny was to be the Queen of Diamonds.
As she entered shyly in the rose garden, she paused, hesitant and nervous before the sword.
“Oh?”
Arthur had softly said, amused at her weak entrance despite being the first to make it here.
The girl’s eyes are wide and wavering, but snap with a faulty resolve once she sees the waiting sword. As if she knew not what else to do, as if this were her only option besides. Arthur is hidden within the shadow of the tree and observes.
A long braid trails down to almost her knees, her hair is a soft yellow like dandelions. The clouds are overcast, and truly should there have been sun her gentle beauty would have been more distinct. Under the sudden rain it struck of despair and tragedy.
She did not want to marry the King of Diamonds- that was the problem entirely. Because she did not wish to marry him that was why such weakness lay in her heart…
But if she did not wish to marry the King of Diamonds that was specific to him was it not? Would it mean she’d be willing to marry people aside from him? So if she pulled this sword from this stone she would become King of Spades, and marry the Queen of-
Her feeble hand is suddenly sure and strong as it reaches for the handle of the sword but that strength vanishes just as quickly as it’d came and without even touching it, that hand drops in defeat.
“I can’t.”
She whispers to herself.
In truth she did not want to marry the King of Diamonds because she wanted to marry her brother. And there lay her sin and despair. He was not actually her blood brother, but he had saved her from the streets, a life of misery. Another story of a nobleman who’d lost his fortune was the story of her family, but her brother a distant cousin (all nobility were distant relatives), had taken her in to save her of her original fate.
If fate could be changed once, it could be changed again surely?
However returning into that wealthy world had given her an opportunity to meet with the King of Diamonds, a King long known for his large sexual appetite, a man who loved beautiful things and loved himself, was finally for the good of the Kingdom looking for a Queen and then she-
She did not make another move to pull the blade from the stone, instead her hands clasped together at her breast, to her rapidly beating heart she prayed.
That whoever capable of pulling this sword from this stone, such a person, i she could have but an ounce of their strength!
With that she let, tearfully but surely. The future Queen of Diamonds!
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