Soundly, soundly [8/?]
anonymous
October 28 2011, 07:34:56 UTC
The fourth person to appear was a young woman with long dark hair, she came far from the enriched lands of the Kingdom of Hearts where no need was unattended. Prosperous and joyful, the corruption that laid there was brushed under the carpet and denied with self delusion and materialistic content.
She wore a vibrant red dress in one of the many styles of her land, two pink blossoms decorated her hair and she entered pass the iron doors with grace and poise, determination streaking her stride. A beauty more fitting to be a princess than a knight struck out without hesitance her hand upon the handle of the sword.
And could not pull the sword from the stone.
She desired to become King of Spades to obtain the power of a King, because she was desperately in love with one of the members of the three who ruled the Kingdom of Hearts. The fate of their rulers was to never love. To marry in Hearts meant to give your heart to someone, and the rulers had to give their hearts to their citizens. With that they could never love only one individual. Relatives who vied for the position of the three often did their best to never marry, as if to prove that they too were worthy of being a ruler, but not all were capable of this facade and this caused much gossip, speculation and scandal.
She desired power as a King to obtain the heart of her beloved. If she became King of Spades she would not only obtain that power but she would earn that freedom, for then she would not be a member of Hearts any longer but that of Spades…
However.
As she struggles ever more, to pull out the sword, which refused to even budge a fraction, her poise ever crumbling from her failure-
Arthur tells her.
“I must have a King who will have me as their Queen.”
--
Arthur waits a long time, it is not until a day before what would be the 6th year since he met that boy, does that boy appear.
He is the fifth to make it past those iron doors.
Arthur stood as usual ever diligent, by the trunk of the tree, his hand against its bark. The sky cloudy, but the moment that 5th visitor step foot into the rose garden the sky began to change, the clouds began to part, and sun was making its truly belated arrival.
“Did I not promise you?” he addresses Arthur upon his arrival.
In one hand that boy from five years ago now a young man, plucks a red rose from the flower heavy rose bush closest to him.
“That I, Alfred F. Jones would be your King?”
The heavy thud of a burlap sack, full of clothes and apples falling upon the dew laden grass meets Arthur’s ears- his heart already racing, as he turns to see- boots practically tearing through the empty space between the sword and the now weary entrance.
She wore a vibrant red dress in one of the many styles of her land, two pink blossoms decorated her hair and she entered pass the iron doors with grace and poise, determination streaking her stride. A beauty more fitting to be a princess than a knight struck out without hesitance her hand upon the handle of the sword.
And could not pull the sword from the stone.
She desired to become King of Spades to obtain the power of a King, because she was desperately in love with one of the members of the three who ruled the Kingdom of Hearts. The fate of their rulers was to never love. To marry in Hearts meant to give your heart to someone, and the rulers had to give their hearts to their citizens. With that they could never love only one individual. Relatives who vied for the position of the three often did their best to never marry, as if to prove that they too were worthy of being a ruler, but not all were capable of this facade and this caused much gossip, speculation and scandal.
She desired power as a King to obtain the heart of her beloved.
If she became King of Spades she would not only obtain that power but she would earn that freedom, for then she would not be a member of Hearts any longer but that of Spades…
However.
As she struggles ever more, to pull out the sword, which refused to even budge a fraction, her poise ever crumbling from her failure-
Arthur tells her.
“I must have a King who will have me as their Queen.”
--
Arthur waits a long time, it is not until a day before what would be the 6th year since he met that boy, does that boy appear.
He is the fifth to make it past those iron doors.
Arthur stood as usual ever diligent, by the trunk of the tree, his hand against its bark. The sky cloudy, but the moment that 5th visitor step foot into the rose garden the sky began to change, the clouds began to part, and sun was making its truly belated arrival.
“Did I not promise you?” he addresses Arthur upon his arrival.
In one hand that boy from five years ago now a young man, plucks a red rose from the flower heavy rose bush closest to him.
“That I, Alfred F. Jones would be your King?”
The heavy thud of a burlap sack, full of clothes and apples falling upon the dew laden grass meets Arthur’s ears- his heart already racing, as he turns to see- boots practically tearing through the empty space between the sword and the now weary entrance.
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