My Lady, My Love
Challenge: 06 Unexpected
Title: My Lady, My Love
Word Count: 495
Game: Sacred Stones
Warnings: Spoilers for chapters 8, 15, 16
“And why… why do you conceal a blade in doublet?” His tenor rang coldly. He stepped in front of his Lady. Seth’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword.
“If only Eirika had been alone,” the traitor said. Seth drew his brand, pointed it at his neck. Princess Eirika’s thin fingers curled into the clothe of his tunic, her heels clicking on the cobblestone.
“Orson!” the Princess exclaimed. Orson looked at her, a sad smile on his features. Seth’s hand tightened around the hilt. Orson moved toward her, Seth increasing the pressure on his neck.
“You will not harm her… I swear it.” He forced to steady his hand, Orson’s gaze turned to him, then back to Eirika.
“My fondest wish will be granted… to spend the rest of my days in the embrace of my loving wife once more,” Orson mumbled, “I know you understand Sir Seth.”
Seth’s blood felt like molten ice in his veins.
***
“You were the wife of my king, to whom I'd sworn life and loyalty… I told myself a grand lie that day. I told myself I could be happy simply serving you as your most loyal knight,” he said.
“Carlyle…” Ismaire said. Her usually perfect visage contorted with fear.
His words hit Seth harder than the sharpest steel ever could. He wondered if
Carlyle could see the tremble in the Queen’s frame. Seth could.
Eirika reacts the same way.
***
“Princess Eirika. If anyone can understand my feelings, it might be you. For the one I love… I betrayed everything. My country, my lord and master… everything…” Orson murmured.
“Enough,” Seth’s voice dripped with fury. He raised his lance and it brought it down on Orson with an incredible ferocity. Eirika gasped, shrinking from him. He dismounted his horse, and allowed her to take refuse in his arms.
“Forgive me, my lady…” he whispered into her hair.
***
That evening the Silver Knight sat on a chair in his old quarters sharpening his lance. His hands ached from his tedious work.
He stood from his post, stretching his tired body and looked in the direction of Jehanna. He closed his eyes and images of Her fallen Queen flooded his mind. Her blood on the marble floors, on Eirika’s hands. He saw the sorrow etched on Carlyle’s face as he fell.
Seth ran a calloused hand through his hair, not realizing how badly they were shaking. Eirika appeared in his thoughts, and Seth exhaled slowly.
“Seth?”
At first, he thought her voice an illusion, until she cupped his face. He bowed to greet her.
“My lady?”
“Seth, are you alright? You’re shaking,” worry wrinkled her brow.
“I am fine, Princess.” She nodded, and turned to leave, lingering at his door.
“My lady… your life is safe in my hands. I profess my lance to you, my loyalty, my love. I would gladly die for Renais, but I live for you, Eirika.”
He returned to sharpening his lance.
Title: My Lady, My Love
Word Count: 495
Game: Sacred Stones
Warnings: Spoilers for chapters 8, 15, 16
“And why… why do you conceal a blade in doublet?” His tenor rang coldly. He stepped in front of his Lady. Seth’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword.
“If only Eirika had been alone,” the traitor said. Seth drew his brand, pointed it at his neck. Princess Eirika’s thin fingers curled into the clothe of his tunic, her heels clicking on the cobblestone.
“Orson!” the Princess exclaimed. Orson looked at her, a sad smile on his features. Seth’s hand tightened around the hilt. Orson moved toward her, Seth increasing the pressure on his neck.
“You will not harm her… I swear it.” He forced to steady his hand, Orson’s gaze turned to him, then back to Eirika.
“My fondest wish will be granted… to spend the rest of my days in the embrace of my loving wife once more,” Orson mumbled, “I know you understand Sir Seth.”
Seth’s blood felt like molten ice in his veins.
***
“You were the wife of my king, to whom I'd sworn life and loyalty… I told myself a grand lie that day. I told myself I could be happy simply serving you as your most loyal knight,” he said.
“Carlyle…” Ismaire said. Her usually perfect visage contorted with fear.
His words hit Seth harder than the sharpest steel ever could. He wondered if
Carlyle could see the tremble in the Queen’s frame. Seth could.
Eirika reacts the same way.
***
“Princess Eirika. If anyone can understand my feelings, it might be you. For the one I love… I betrayed everything. My country, my lord and master… everything…” Orson murmured.
“Enough,” Seth’s voice dripped with fury. He raised his lance and it brought it down on Orson with an incredible ferocity. Eirika gasped, shrinking from him. He dismounted his horse, and allowed her to take refuse in his arms.
“Forgive me, my lady…” he whispered into her hair.
***
That evening the Silver Knight sat on a chair in his old quarters sharpening his lance. His hands ached from his tedious work.
He stood from his post, stretching his tired body and looked in the direction of Jehanna. He closed his eyes and images of Her fallen Queen flooded his mind. Her blood on the marble floors, on Eirika’s hands. He saw the sorrow etched on Carlyle’s face as he fell.
Seth ran a calloused hand through his hair, not realizing how badly they were shaking. Eirika appeared in his thoughts, and Seth exhaled slowly.
“Seth?”
At first, he thought her voice an illusion, until she cupped his face. He bowed to greet her.
“My lady?”
“Seth, are you alright? You’re shaking,” worry wrinkled her brow.
“I am fine, Princess.” She nodded, and turned to leave, lingering at his door.
“My lady… your life is safe in my hands. I profess my lance to you, my loyalty, my love. I would gladly die for Renais, but I live for you, Eirika.”
He returned to sharpening his lance.