The field is left with garbage and dust, the magic flew over and much like the other watchers. She is looking forward to the upcoming events.

The vividness of magic shown, point of rhythm that changes tone, the world at large like a sea chaperone, all that had vanished and will reappear when the ruler has reached the point of taking a step back for a new beginning. She abandoned it passing through the stairs to the field, left the terror have been provided with.

Giving the right space with herself, trying to cease and won't remember what happened in front of the closed hall making her petrified until the moment she left. Storms of sand undulate within the bounds of warm wild wind across the sky.

The field was empty, it contains nothing but peasants cleaning stains of blood off the stones, some of them are disgusted by the blood that is dried and some are fresh and slimy. Fixing mechanisms on every lay bet platform, arch, wooden frames that are destroyed, fixing scaffold-like stone at the grandstand, with armed onlooker before them, assuring the duties.

Fixing mechanisms on every lay bet platform, arch, wooden frames that are destroyed, fixing scaffold-like stone at the grandstand, with armed onlooker before them, assuring the duties [https://img.wattpad.com/d13a826a2801da07944c924887f2e4b95bb44b00/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f746550746b316a6e6f5a727243513d3d2d313132323931313938352e3136396666623230626139323535326235303838383132313035332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Weapons are transported from the carts to the barracks armory, even playing with the blood-stained double-edged sharp steel. Then there she saw, all alone like a fox surrounded by forced sloths, not any more of a serpent clenched a dead dragon's head, it was a dark creature, gazing on the side of nowhere and sitting on the tree sew up on a gray background. Servants are putting it in place, shaking, the banner poles are heavy enough to make them sweat. There she stands and thinking; if he can't fight with a King then why he should be a King.

The ruler was not known of Stallify blood anymore, no more succession of the Family on the monarchy of the wealthiest ruler amongst rulers. The monarchy she once in the right hand of the broken's father is now replaced with a southern man and not known for golds, but for strategic power.

Living out of the dark expanse, leaving the dim life she has been through. She burst out in tears like a river of desolation, this might be a prison for her, thinking that she will be taken as a slave, a captive of King Raven.

Vhanessa: I do not want to live here, with that fool, I do not want to be here. I might get lost or killed because of him, he killed my mother and so I am not safe with him...Gods, I am begging for freedom.

Taking a blurry glimpse on the arena full of flags that are switched above the small windows, a fuzzy stare once again but at the sun that glare, as if she can never be blind unless she wipes the tears out off her blue eyes all the way down to her soft chin.

She wept, seeing the dragons flying high above the sky and seeing the song, the roar of farewell, going away is like the right set of circumstances for them, but they fly without her [https://img.wattpad.com/acc296d59bd85eab30bd9f74c0ad91f38801d94e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f566e397230486e74305566417a413d3d2d313132323931313938352e313639666662356139353635373233353532363637393230393432382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

She wept, seeing the dragons flying high above the sky and seeing the song, the roar of farewell, going away is like the right set of circumstances for them, but they fly without her. I felt miserable, she thought.

Some fear that the remaining dragon's woman of the letter is not as inventive as they once were from centuries, with few lines added to the forces, it sprang unbalanced until the time of its legacy. Her black hair was dripping with sweat causing the curl to appear less, she appeared nervous, terrified, and not doing as much as by the string attached to her aunt's indolent fingers.

Lady Marely: Vhanes, my child. What are you trying to do? You got no respect Vhanessa, I warn you to act polite.

Her aunt Marely walked towards her nearby the small dungeon closed portcullis, called her by her affectionate name.

She stood on the border of the floor where the games occurred, looking at her straight in the eye and at the grasp of her soft slope shoulder of her overhasty niece. The servants are also seeing her crying, like the barrels they carried but with a leak on both sides. She thought, her grasp is soft but heavy like at a throttle on her wrist, her voice raised as if she's on the courtroom with an innocent convict in the face of justice. Without her mind at her title, the sun is high like a catastrophic ray of fierce blaze same as her heated heart.

Lady Vhanessa: I'm ahead of my title, aunt. He had the guts to accept that man on the title of a ruler, he let my mother die.

Spoken loud, hand covered the face of despair, tears are dripping from her closed eyelid to her pointy pale nose, she cannot gather all her strength to face her agitated sworn second mother. They took a step back to the hallway of darkness, one with the oubliette for the secret sinister arrows of the clouds, they can't handle the heat outside the amphitheater's field. Light blue glowing distinct figures throughout the walls, two active hearth at both sides of the inner entrance.

The smell is sweet-scented like a fragrant rose, a pile of bones and spikes of wood like a crystalized fence are all over the room, a malediction or some sort of magical ceremony are took into the end of the steps; she is unsure, not risking herse... [https://img.wattpad.com/38925332ad898640a6687164c620f0b46c145c34/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f69496869656c63346751654a45673d3d2d313132323931313938352e313639666662363161373236636264663136333836323231303438302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The smell is sweet-scented like a fragrant rose, a pile of bones and spikes of wood like a crystalized fence are all over the room, a malediction or some sort of magical ceremony are took into the end of the steps; she is unsure, not risking herself for the sake of curiosity. At this time, within the moonless stairs, they stood, a little but a secret sense of nothing but them talking heart to heart. No spear or no sword for them to harm, both blood with the same duty with different opportunities and a different rank.

The doors are closed, five steps ahead of the stairs, you can see an unilluminated hallway measuring a great distance from end to end. Her legs started trembling, the ghost of sadness started brutally stabbing her heart, she sniffed the air, she is not used to a grimy place like this; it stinks, she thought. Not like the castle she knew for long, there is no choice but this is the only way for them to talk, without being interrupted and with no one else present.

Lady Marely: Listen to me Vhanessa, you've been in the side of King Agarino, first of his name of the Houses, and I see you as a very smart girl, kind, as well as being strategic in terms of practical justices. At this point, I am your lawyer, but I will never send you to jail. You are not here just for yourself, you are here to serve Vhanessa.

She thinks, she glare, she thought she sought out the bitter life she had been through. She stares at her affix like a frozen woman.

Settled but that, they have the same passion to step foot on the courthouse, take hold within the municipality. All is to be is to take part of the justice and give counsel to the high lords as well as the king, a man or a woman in the court don't equip a sword, their tongue is the sword. The oath is in the heart of every legislator, statesman or woman, those representatives and the lawmaker of the realm.

Lady Vhanessa: But I don't want to, I mean, why would you send me here. I don't want to serve that beast. Oh what, to see if the fox and ravens can work together? If I am a fox I can eat that bird alive.

She hissed. Earlier while the event is ongoing, a slang of match had happened while the magic is seen beyond the podium. Marely held her hand, rethinking her adjudgment, she is worried that her niece might not take her reason as somberly as she should.

Lady Marely: No, Vhanes listen to me and you got to talk to me with more respect, this is not our house is like, this is not what a Feriel can talk. Queen Dester told me...you will be the hand of hers if her sister sat on the throne, then if not, she will be at the place where you desired to be. Darling, she tried to fight. Remember when there is someone came over towards the podium?

A symbol, the pouncing skulk of the purple fields. A symbolism held for thousands of years, cleverness, passion, and mental sensibility. You are nowhere near what the gods expected, she thought. If the presence of the King's guard is close to our whereabouts then our heads are on a stake.

There is still to remember but not on her mind, at least she now knew about it, since she is absent at the moment of coronation. Marely sitting, calmed by the darkness surrounds them. A sound of a sigh from her mouth and nose before she continues, looking down, seemingly regretting it. Peeling hard-built skin piece by piece, she tore up.

Lady Marely: She is so kind as well as desperate. She was so humble child, very humble that it is too much. I tried to stop the debate between the two, for the word election to continue, but the Princess gave herself up the chair to the other. A pity, she did not win, the presence of her good actions and good speech did not make her win.

Her aunt stroke her hands, to calm her down and better listen to everything she's saying, a wish of respect and dignity since now the princess who gave her own self-importance for the better of the other, the other whom deserve it. Sandra, the fallen heir, was going to settle in the eastern homeland to serve her sister.

The author's tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

Lady Vhanessa: So you're telling me that I'm irresponsible, and she is better than me?"

The lady mumbled, her voice as cold as ice.

Lady Marely: Yes, as a matter of fact, your attitude is far off from your mother's.

She is convinced that Vhanessa can burst out like a flame from a steady hearth if she heard another bite, the real reason to step and serve again in the land she now not desired to be.

Like any other lords and ladies, like any other constable or ruler of a noble household, the right side, the east, they are open for any guilt. They are open to any opinion or any reconsideration just like an agreement she had before the coronation of the new. Vhanessa stood up, picked, and raised her cotehardie betaking oneself to the dimly lighted hallway at the end of the dark stairs. The floor is cold as if the winter sifts throughout the edge of a gravestone, why is it cold, she thought. The lady of the courthouse followed, felt the same but never to blame, so coated of the gown that it barely touched her skin.

Lady Marely, a bit of her rage has jinxed her actions with vitality. She is angry, she thought. Her wrinkled hands covered her lips, preventing her to run off at the mouth, the mouth that can indict the faithlessness to his majesty. Her aunt's eyes are blue and wide as a pair of sapphire stones, she isn't in the savor of every word come pouring out of her mouth, not until she is at the paroxysm of anger.

Par for the course on a noble courthouse to give up one's solemnity to be sacrificed, coupled with melancholy for someone who brought for trial, the ignorant or arrogant, and the denial. There are no complaints about the person who shoots full of holes of a sentence within the mouth of every accused, but there is always be a backup for every defense that puts up upon the news, and so is her niece. Besides committing treason, which her mother's sister is taken uphold, she is saved.

Of a sudden, Vhanessa took away her aunt's hand on her mouth and howled, fire the enthusiasm of her heart.her eyes are alight like the fire from the wall cressets, He ruled on the city of Selizel remember? she thought.

Lady Vhanessa: He is just a chairman of a city council and he has the guts to feel the soul of the king whom he never protected much as decent as a knight, he killed him, he is a traitor auntie you got to understand that! The House of Ravens, is from the south, they don't know anything.

She raised her voice. She wished to be a ruler, once, like her mother's letter responded to her thought, as if she whispered on her ears, her mother's breath as cold as the unrushed passive wind. It is ghostly, yet scary and brought her to tears.

Lady Marely: He was no knight darling, he was no knight nor a traitor, he is a sworn sword. He is just used for the King as a sworn to defend.

She growled back at her niece, cannot restrain what's in her head, thank the heavens the echo doesn't tear up the walls for the great hall to hear.

Lady Vhanessa: But he did not defend him~

Lady Marely: You only say that because your mother died with the King, but that doesn't mean that he is the worst ruler on the list of history. When you're old enough like me, you will realize that this is all the God's trial and King Raven have no faults on your own fantasy accusation. You don't know the truth about your mother and father, but you talk like you know it.

The cold close halls together with her anger is like a joust of ice and fire, fiery ardor was tempered by cleverness and turn a blind eye to the silver lining. Vhanessa wept, crying unremitting. As expected from her aunt, the words that shall be in her mind must also be in the seat of her heart, forever. Remembering those times of need she might lead the family to the ancestral lands, the lands of the south where they know about is; 'dangerous'.

Lady Vhanessa: You are not a Falcon, you are a fox of House Feriel, our sigil.

Lady Marely: I don't care what House I am lady, in fact, Aleyah and Valery, they are always been my parents no matter what happened to them. The King, that blunt ocean thingy steal he is proud of however, it doesn't deal anything. That man just held a city and that weapon won him the throne, but he is no true king, and him being in that seat is making him look stupid.

She turned around like wheel in a burst after blasting out raising the voice, her feet bolted on the stone-cold floor towards the great hall where they can be heard people celebrating. Happiness is no more until she scampers to it, having no windows with layers of wood at the end, the path is dark, the smell of dust, a soul she felt yelling inside her; the fear and tremble. A heart, an ardency to take herself to go back to the door she thought she came from, Vhanessa had the red gratitude and eyes filled with aplomb, and nothing can dampen her flames. The road of revenge is long, but what awaits at the end is worth the effort, she said to herself.

Lady Marely: I think you are the voice of the chants against him, but you serve and I hope you see the light. I hope you will realize that the task ahead of you is never as great as the power behind you.

On such a low manner, it rang throughout the arena, the bells for calling parade. It is over, the words that have been fighting are drawn to a close. The Gates have been opened, the light shone the cold halls and the haunt of chills had vanished. Storm of sand has probed towards the emptiness, seemingly putting away the fire of the opening cressets replaced by the sweltering undulating endeavor horizon.

Sir Morgan Hazer and Sir Renggy of the Kingsguard bolted on the dungeon where they stood, the dyad eye knight of the color blue and black, the sound of iron sabaton veritably triumphant within their chain-plated armors. The Doors opened at a sudden, it scared them, turning their calmness into shock as if they've been messed with a ghost.

The Doors opened at a sudden, it scared them, turning their calmness into shock as if they've been messed with a ghost [https://img.wattpad.com/da75395d540e9dd0e6bbb57dbbfdb8c819fa1192/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7736713661484e624777566a36673d3d2d313132323931313938352e313639666662633937346239356330633231363439373733313735372e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

The other Kingsguard are at the Great hall opening, on the other side of them. A series of armed knights that have been gathered together to be part of the journey to the Castle is worth a while to prepare. At grasp of the double edges to shield the nobles, two of them told the Ladies to step out of the dungeon. The heat sears towards the open iron door, the fire alight is no longer to use for.

The heat sears towards the open iron door, the fire alight is no longer to use for [https://img.wattpad.com/2da1606f7056d102495f909229036f75ac8c55a2/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f705154346b59637863714c4e5f513d3d2d313132323931313938352e313639666662623863653534343039393237313932373532343136342e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Guards: Pardon us, Lady Marely, Lady Vhanessa. Both of your presence is in need right now, the Arena must be empty before afternoon.

Checking everything to the edge of Lordaeral Arena, no one must be out there except for the servants and workers maintaining it.

The Arch is open, the portcullis is heavy but half of it is hidden at the stone and the drawbridge is in collision at the edge of the grass, chains double the size of it that can hold three-ship anchors of one vessel. The point, sharper than a lance pointing down at them while the horses are on marching shoes. Her aunt followed the lead of the Great council, it is time to go, the elder mother looking at her as though a little girl again. Her eyes closed to disappointment, she never got a moment for a second defense, but rest for sure that the council will refuse to take advantage of a sudden unsanctioned action against the King.

Unlatched, unbarred, there goes the small and remaining great council leaving the great halls. Neither of them, even Lord Nely, disregarded her presence, preserving their eyes for another. Together with King Raven, whom she is forced herself to be, at his right side she paced, proceed. Horses of mounted pikes at the end of the lined parade, prepared for the trip.

The King's small council, single man, Sarrig Kent, the youngest of the three falcons. He walked towards her and whispered, they seemed not entirely indicate the future, but to shape it together with a female right hand who tried to downhearted Raven, seemingly shaking the birds on its tree branch for it to fall or fly away.

Sarrig Kent: King Raven would like to have a word with you after we arrive at Lordaeral.

He said, he is much more handsome than the other small councils, she thought. What a sudden he approached me, she thought.

Sarrig Kent, a wise young man out of the three Falcons of the south, living in the bloodline of the mystic Akarelik family, House Kent. He is well educated and soft-spoken, his hair shimmer like a copper, silky, short, and brought to the sides. His eyes were dark brown like rich soil, clean chin, and pointy nose, his face as smooth as marble. He was taught by Montelivan and Elriya Ments themselves, the geniuses of the stone alps are the ones who know most anything; but the secret still relies on themselves, never releasing, sheltered inside their heads and the eyes which they can see it.

Lady Vhanessa: Is he going...to punish me?

With her eyes affixed his, his left-hand touches hers, taking her to the point where the Goddess of love dragged her down to his heart. Sarrig's hands, the stroke tends to talk to hers. The only man that can convince her that the south is charming as she never thought of for so long.

Sarrig Kent: No m'lady, just be prepared for his questions, answer him clean, thou shall the gift would be clean. If you answer him dirty, thou shall the gift would be...dirty.

Those eyes of him are taking my soul away as well as his voice touching chills to me, she thought. Excuse me my lady.

As soft as she needed to, her heart came beating fast, and affection at first glance, calmed her down by fair means or foul. Those eyes of horses at top of the Arena's borders. As well as the fields, a farewell, a little while, or a little time, it's still the moment that shall be cherished. Men of swords, Person of the court, Person that serves, just staring at the cornerstone of verbatim, will thank the King for it. Many have been given the coins as well for coming over for a well thanks.

Is this affection or nervousness, she thought, wonders if it came to the fact that Raven will talk to her or the Kent boy may marry her.

There goes the King mounted behind his guardsmen, then there goes the council behind him as well, talking and talking, never knew what it was. Lord Nely, Lady Ayena of Cronos, Grand Lady Feriel, and the three small councils at the other side. The mount is high and those straps are tight to secure them for a short journey.

The mount is high and those straps are tight to secure them for a short journey [https://img.wattpad.com/35b37af2b745aab0ce799074a35539f40cf059fc/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f66767953676e7234415f664e6d673d3d2d313132323931313938352e313639666662633037313565643266343433333038373236333434382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Not an hour has passed then there the horde she belongs marches forward. The banner has gone full trail of the gray field, the raven is flying with the birds and sun at shine like a sunstruck. Just at the east of the Arena, where there is the castle they marked the land will begin the halt of mounts. Moving as though she cannot turn her back for any more decisions, this is it, new man, same country, same law.

Hoping for any declaration of the body of laws or legal code to be addressed, nothing seems to be normal, nothing seems to be equal, nothing seems to be on point for the freedom of people to choose what is right. The King before the five Kingsguard marched down, he is capable of feeling in the dawn till dusk of the universe, and now rides forth in all kingdoms at once, one step ahead of a chaotic shadow, reinforcing his gifts with him at the end of the slarkine sword.

What the Moon gods are wanted too, expecting everyone with an armament raised, when faced with the challenge of chaos, or the forces of the rivals which clearly stab the back of the innocents, the ancient roar must burst forth, and the full power, up to the present time is revealed.