Hello again my lovely rays of sunshine, make sure you haven’t missed out on Part 1!
Passing the guards, now cloaked in the garments of the High Priest, Yugen passed through the castle without drawing any questions or suspicion from any onlookers. Queen Kova’s private room loomed just ahead to his right, though urgency urged him to move quickly, he reminded himself to keep a slow and even stride to keep up the pretense of His Grace, the Archbishop.
Finally, what had seemed like a lifetime of walking in the shadows, cloaked in a multitude of disguises, Yugen had reached her majesty’s quarters. He wrapped on her door using their own secret code and within moments came the queen’s response. To most, it would appear a signal denying entrance, though Yugen recognized the urgency in her response warning him that it wasn’t safe and to meet him in her private temple upon the hour.
Yugen slipped gracefully away from the queen’s quarters and moved steadily towards her majesty’s private temple. His heart raced as his prophetic powers told him something was amiss. Though his fear for the queen’s safety was clouding his usually clear-sighted visions. Nearly to the temple, Yugen decided it would be best to take the secret entrance.
He stealthily climbed the wall that was densely hidden in the back corner of the blacksmith’s workstation just below the temple’s confessional. Pressing a false stone in the wall, the wall slid to the left revealing a set of hidden stairs. Swiftly he moved down the wall, entered the stairwell, closed the wall, and flew up the stairs. Yugen was limiting his use of magic in case there was anyone nearby to sense its presence. Not far behind him, he heard soft dainty footsteps winding up the secret stairwell and knew it must be her majesty. He waited patiently at the top of the stairwell to discuss his news with the queen, rather than entering the temple and taking the risk of them being discovered.
Yugen’s heart raced with a fierce fondness as he saw her majesty elegantly gliding up the last few stairs before he took her hand and bowed. One could not miss the Queen’s presence with her pearly white complexion, flowing ebony hair, and doe-like eyes. She’d had many foreign pursuers fawning over her beauty and hoping to capture the title of king as soon as they heard her father, the late king was sick on his death bed. Too many focused on her young outward exterior appearance and missed the quiet fiery and determined strength that resided at her very core.
Yugen and Kova had grown up together, his father a faithful wizard and consultant to the late king. As soon as Kova took the throne his father retired and passed the torch on Yugen to faithfully serve the queen with honor as his family had done going back for many generations. Yugen had always cared deeply for Kova since they were just young kids, but knew with sadness in his heart, it could never be anything more. Yugen swore to serve and protect her no matter the cost…including the pain and longing that wept at the core of his heart.
Shaking his jumbled thoughts, Yugen stood with urgency and said, “your majesty,” to which Kova blushed, as she hated the use of such formal terms between them. I’m sorry my queen I do not mean to upset you, Yugen beamed a little flustered. Kova touched his face tenderly and said concerned, “you look like you haven’t slept in days.” Caught off guard by the softness of her touch, Yugen had to fight the urge to close his eyes and lean into her touch. Yugen pleaded, this time with more tenderness, “Kova, it’s urgent and we cannot delay, Prince Keir’s army has captured Drayce and have him under watch. He’s the last of his kind, though he looks fierce and menacing because of his size. His icy breath hold’s a pure heart.”
Kova closed her eyes remembering magical rides on the back of Drayce soaring over ice-capped mountains. He was as gentle a dragon as they come. Her heart broke at the thought of the harm that may come to her friend in the hands of Prince Keir, his army, and their hatred for light magic. She knew in her heart this could mean a magical war may be upon them.
The fire burned deep within her and she had to breathe to keep from sending the firey rage that burned through her, flaming out the palms of her hands. Her mother came from a strong line of Fire Dragon Wizards and had taught her to use her powers for good. Kova looked Yugen in the eye and told him, “send out the word to the Mystic Order, we leave for Eames at first light, we’ll meet at Ember Cove.”
I know many of you are still experiencing the wintry blues and long for the warm embrace of spring. I hope that this wonderful icy beauty warms your heart and brings some sunshine joy to your day and weekend! Have a wonderful weekend all my radiant rays that continually warm my heart!