Of Kings and Queens

A pitch have yet to be written, as the plot-planning is not 100% finished, but I couldn't stay away from writing the actual story itself.
This story is about war. And with war comes hate and love, blood and tears, passion and fear.

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12. Lady Ranico

Lady Ranico, Aronico

dies Mercurii, IV Iulias, 09:04 AM

 

“...and I pray that you guide this beloved man to health and a rich life, so that he will live to die in a warm bed, surrounded by family and friends. Yours Truly, Priestess Anamanda of your temple of Aronico.” The Priestess stopped and Lady Ranico looked at her as their prayer ended.

“Thank you, Priestess Anamanda,” Lady Ranico said and curtsied, before the older woman left them.

Lady Ranico then turned to Cleon, whom was lying on a ritual stone bed, adorned with runes for his healing, and lit candles sat in the corners and blessed the room with the scent of lavender.

“My lady, you're too kind to come visit me here,” he said with a weak voice and a sweet, yet small, smile.

“Of course I'd come. After all--” she said and paused herself. The scenery was heartbreaking, and she felt it would only add to his burdens if she said “it's my fault”.

Cleon seemed to notice this, since he moved his hand to where hers rested on the stone bed, and he gave it a slight squeeze.

“Cleon you shouldn't move...” she whimpered but didn't do anything about his tender touch, and a tear fell.

“And you shouldn't cry.” He gave a light chuckle and closed his eyes.

For a short while, she kept letting the tears fall as she looked at Cleon lie there in silence and breathe. The corners of his mouth were pulled down and his brow was a bit wrinkled.

“Milady, you shouldn't stay here for long, who knows who's watching or in what danger you could be...” an abet said. He was following her around at any minute, along with three guards. “You should not linger by the guard--”

“Don't speak to me like that!” She snapped at him. “I stay as long as I wish to, father can't keep me away from Cleon. He saved my life!”

She looked back at Cleon when he squeezed her hand again, and a smile came up along with a grunt.

“I'm sorry to interrupt...” a man in a blue uniform said and stepped into the room and bowed to them.

“Come in,” Lady Ranico said and looked at the letter he held. Her heart began pounding hard as she feared what the letter would hold. The unknown was an uneasy feeling.

But the man passed her and stood on the other side of the bed.

“Cleon Achard,” he said, and Cleon sat up with difficulty and gave painful groan as he did so, and Lady Ranico jumped up to help him.

The feeling of fear for the unknown didn't change in Lady Ranico, because when Cleon read who it was from, his expression changed. It was still painful, but his shoulders seemed to drop, his eyes went blank and his mouth moved to the words he read.

“Cleon...” Lady Ranico said and he was quick to look up by the mention of his name. “Is everything as it should be?”

It took him a few seconds, where he simply looked her in the eyes and she felt his worry. But then he gave a strained smile; she knew he was about to lie.

“Yes. Everything is...” he didn't finish and looked away from her. “I need to rest. If you'd please... could you leave?”

His question hit her hard. It was obvious that this wasn't because he was tired. He looked so troubled, and the last thing she wanted was to leave.

What did the letter say, that could shake him so much and he wouldn't share it with her?

“Y-yes, of course,” she stuttered and bend down to kiss his forehead. “Be well, dear Cleon.”

“You as well, Lady Ranico.”

A black pit had formed in her stomach, as she kept watching the letter, whilst walking awkwardly out of the room. Two guards shuffled before her, their heavy, metal dressed feet scraped against the calm wood of the floor, behind them walked the abet in his blue clothes, and then came Lady Ranico, with one guard behind her.

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