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Antagonizing Silence
By: guest1220 Date: November 29, 2014, 12:35 am
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There was little to no indication of emotion within the queen's
gaze as it lifted from the man to her maid servant. The order
did not need to be spoken for it to have been known but the
servant was bound to stillness until verbally addressed. Long
tendrils of strawberry blonde hair that was tied up in intricate
braids that crisscrossed at the back of the queen's head fell
forward to rest upon the arm of her thrown. It was a given that
her youthful beauty was intermingled in whispers among the
peasants, envied by all eligible and married women of the court,
and lusted after by men of all classes. One could argue that her
vanity outweighed her beauty but such gossip would bring about
decapitation; or worse.
Tall, yet not quite the 6'3 her husband was, the woman also held
an intimidating stature that needn't the cruelty she felt
entitled to enforce upon any subject that hinted at possible
treason. Golden jewels clung to her ears and coincided with
those that dangled against her bust which she so kindly let peak
out of the heart neckline of her silver dress. As her lady's
maid, she could not help but take notice the subtle habit the
queen had during moments of stress, such as the one now. The
apexes of her finely plucked eyebrows with sharp pointed middles
would arch even higher into her forehead, producing wrinkles
that seemingly aged her instantly. Also, her protruding
cheekbones would often grow more dominant as her jaw would slack
enough to permit enough room for her inner cheeks to sit snugly
between her teeth. She often rolled her jaw as she sucked and
chewed on them as time progressed if the stress could not be
relieved by sentencing someone to a hanging.
"I need all documents concerning this matter," she murmured
though it traveled to all of the recesses of the room due to the
unsettling silence.
Obediently, the servant bowed and hurriedly went to seek out
anything she could find on the subject. Her ragged dressed
swayed against her feet as she scurried across the cobbled
halls. Petite torches lit with flickering flames, illuminated
what darkness the absence of the sun left behind. It was late so
almost everyone was fast asleep. The lady in waiting wished she
too could return to her cot and retire for the evening but she
could not until the queen dismissed her.
Stalked with official documentation as well as land titles and
personal royal biographies, the king's office was filled with
paper and leather back books. It was a wonder how they managed
to all fit upon the shelves of the twelve shelves. Having gone
through and remembered the categories and sections by heart, it
didn't take long for her to retrieve the paperwork. Just before
she could leave, she heard echoes of voices bouncing off of the
stone walls within the hall. No one, saved the queen and the
lord, should have been up at this ungodly hour.
Tiptoeing to the door, she leaned against the cherry wood and
listened to the voices which were barely audible.
"Yes, yes, I promise to go through with it." It sounded like a
male's voice.
"And then, we can be together, right?"
She was certain the second voice was feminine but she couldn't
place who it belonged to.
"That's not what matters-"
"- I don't matter?"
"Of course, you matter! That's not what I was meaning-"
"- then what were you meaning? I'm giving up everything for
you."
"No, you're giving up everything to sit at the throne. Don't
pretend you love me."
Her eyes widen, fractionally, as the conversation slowly put
together a shocking puzzle.
"But I do," the girl said.
Then, there was shuffling and a short silence which the male
broke.
"What if I were not your king? Would you then still love me?"
Another pause.
"But you are the king," the girl rebuked.
" Yes, and after you kill my dreaded wife, you will be the
queen."
The servant gasped, forgetting her disposition.
"What was that?" the girl murmured, clearly alarmed by the
sudden, subtle noise the servant had made.
"I'm not sure but we should go," he said.
Dissipating footsteps followed his words. The servant waited
until they were gone before she took off in a sprint. She had to
warn her queen.
When she returned, she was gasping for air and tears gleamed at
the corners of her bambi eyes. The queen and his lordship were
both surprised and displeased at her dramatic entrance.
When the queen called her forward to hand of the documents and
to give an account for her actions, the servant could hardly
hold a breath in long enough to speak coherently.
"The king... I heard him... with a girl... planning the
queen's... demise," she stuttered, bent at the waist with her
hands balancing her weight upon the caps of her knees. "Must
go... somewhere else... somewhere safe."
In a flash, the lord withdrew his blade suddenly and aimed it at
the base of queen's throat.
"I apologize for this, queen. I wish I didn't have to," he said,
though his crooked smirk told otherwise.
The queen swallowed, causing her skin to brush the tip of the
blade as bile slid down her throat. It was made clear that she
was frightened when her lips began to tremble. Trying to stop
them from quivering, she pressed them into a hard line and
dimples across her cheeks appeared. Her gaze slid down the shaft
of the sword, over the hand that held the weapon of her soon to
be demise, and onto the face of loathsome treason and everything
scum.
"Would it not be wise to ensure that I am the queen before you
withdraw your weapon?" she asked, her voice shaky yet loud and
firm.
He blanched, clearly having been disheveled by the oddity of her
question.
Before he could speak, the tip of a blade touched the back of
his neck. The cold brush of its merciless steel sent shivers
down his spine, causing his grasp of his own blade to become
weakened. This had not been what he was expecting; not in the
least. The lord just had to kill the queen in order to gain more
land from the king. Now, he was almost, certainly dead.
The maid servant smiled at the back of his head.
"Did I spoil your plans, Lord Edward?"
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Re: Antagonizing Silence
By: guest1220 Date: November 30, 2014, 8:43 pm
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"I should have known you would think of something so clever,
Queen De'Aly Mari," the lord grunted.
The woman at his back raised her shoulders in a nonchalant
shrug. "Yes, I am rather clever, aren't I?"
Without waiting for a response, she ran her blade into his neck
and severed his head. Then, she looked to her queen on the
throne. The poor thing was shaking with wide eyes and a
slackened jaw. Tossing down the blade, the woman stepped around
the body and went to her queen's aid.
"M'lady, we must go," she said, placing a hand on her shoulder
which the queen shrugged off.
"How can you kill so easily, Marie?" she asked, clearly unnerved
by what she had just witnessed.
"If killing a criminal saved your life, your highness, it was
worth it," Marie replied.
The queen nodded. "Good plan, you had, you know? Making him
think you were I. Though I do not see why it was necessary if
you were just going to do that." She waved her hand outward,
towards the body.
"Is this really the best time to question my methods? Your
husband still plans on killing you before morning light. We must
go," she replied, edging closer to the door as she spoke.
The queen nodded and followed Marie.
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