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Post by Helena Castus on Sept 14, 2010 19:01:23 GMT -5
Helena had said good night to everything for the fifteenth time that night. She was having trouble falling asleep and staying that way. One of her servants was trying to get her back to sleep now. Finally after what seemed like forever she was sound asleep. The guards placed themselves by her bedroom door in case someone decided to come and disturb the little princess. She tossed and turned waking up again for a second and then fading back to sleep one more time.
She didn't like the tension within the city or the castle and it was making her over active imagination work over time. She started crying softly in her sleep it seemed before she woke up with tears in her eyes. She curled up with a doll her grandfather had made her and went back to sleep. In her sleep she got up out of bed. The guards were on the rounds so no one saw the little girl move to open her door or walk down the hall. She was dreaming of what no one could ever be truly sure.
She wandered down to the second level of the castle and there was stopped by a guard who didn't realize she was asleep and scared her awake. She started to cry and ran off not really knowing where she was going or how she got there in the first place. She finally ran out of steam and was in the corner of one of the second floor rooms curled up. She had fallen back to sleep the instant she had curled up but the guard was having trouble finding her as she ran so fast.
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Post by Guinevere Castus on Sept 15, 2010 18:39:15 GMT -5
  "Your majesties, I’m sorry to disturb you at this hour, but the princess has been found crying in the castle,” Guinevere raised her head groggily, looking at the guard who had entered the bed chamber she shared with Arthur. The man had an uneasy look about him, and Guinevere could tell that he had not wanted to be the one to disturb the King and Queen this late at night.
“Thank you,” Guinevere said with a little smile to let the man know he was not in any sort of trouble. Slowly, and with some effort, she rose from the bed and stood up, picking up the red cloak she had left draped over a chair and pulling it about her to cover her nightclothes. Hardly waiting a moment for her husband, Guinevere’s concern for her daughter had her flying out in search of the young princess, ”Please, show me where she is,” the queen fought to keep her composure calm and a pleading tone out of her voice. She followed the guard down a corridor of the castle. The usually familiar hallway seemed to have turned dark and ominous with the invading night, bringing with it as always an endless and vast darkness.
She rounded a corner, and Guinevere could just make out the figure of little Helena, huddled in the darkness. Tears streamed down the girl’s cheeks like and endless and unforgiving rain. With each small tear that fell off the princess’ cheek or slid down the end of her nose, Guinevere felt her heart was breaking. Oh, what wouldn’t she give so that her small daughter never had to feel a single drop of pain or sadness? Guinevere would capture the stars and put them in a pretty box if only it might amuse the young princess. She loved her daughter with all her heart; to say otherwise was pure blasphemy.
“Shhh, shhh, Helena,” Guinevere crouched down next to her daughter, stroking her sandy blond hair to comfort her, ”Its okay. I’m here now, darling.” Guinevere scooped up her small daughter, holding the girl in her arms and rocking her back and forth. She made a mental note to give the guards who had been assigned to watch the princess’ room the lecture of a lifetime. How could they leave Helena alone? What would happen if, heaven forbid, someone of ill intentions breached the castle walls? Guinevere blocked the image of what might have happened to Helena out of her mind. Her daughter was too precious to her to even consider it. [/size] been a long cold 426 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years Princess Helena and King Arthur. since its been clear a red velvet cloak over a nightgown. slowly melting hey! I have a daughter!. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color].[/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by King Artorius Castus on Sept 18, 2010 10:23:07 GMT -5
Arthur opened one eye slowly, as Guinevere lifted her head up, before looking around the room groggily. With his back to the guard, he quietly listened as he spoke about Helena. He had only been asleep for a few hours at the most, and was extremely wore out from the previous day’s activities, but sleep could surely wait. Pushing himself in the bed, he ran a hand through his curly locks, before turning his head, watching as Guinevere left. Giving a quiet groan, Arthur stood up, pulling a white button up shirt over his head, and slipped a pair of breeches over his slacks.
Stepping out of the bed chambers, he closed the door quietly behind him, before asking one of the guards to lead him to Helena and Guinevere. Arthur walked down the corridors, not even saying a word, but taking in the vast darkness and silence. As soon as he came upon the two girls, he nodded curtly, dismissing the guard, before kneeling beside his little girl. He hated to see her cry, to see an ounce of pain her eyes, after all; Helena was his pride and joy.
”It’s okay Helena, we’re here.” Arthur said, placing a comforting hand on the little girl’s back, rubbing it. After a second or two, he looked up at Guinevere, ” I believe she needs new guards.” He said softly, yet simply. Where had the guards been when Helena left her room? Obviously not where they were supposed to be. What would have happened if a Saxon had breached the castle walls, and walked to her room, when they were there? Arthur didn’t want to think about it, because he was positive that would only make things worse. Shaking his head slightly to the side, he allowed his gaze to rest on Helena.
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Post by Helena Castus on Sept 18, 2010 17:55:20 GMT -5
Helena didn't move from her spot as she started to cry harder. She tried to call out for her parents but her tears wouldn't let her. She was having trouble breathing through it all and she was getting more scared by the minute. She looked around in the darkness but saw nothing and let out a scream again that was choked off by her own tears. She didn't even see the guards that were supposed to be roaming around at this time of night. She had no clue how she got here either. One minute she was asleep in bed and the next she was here. She curled up into a very small ball and continued to cry this time a little more silent then before. She wanted her parents badly. She heard footsteps coming her way and she backed more into the corner.
Her mom's voice slowly floated over to her. Her mom was next to her and that made her just a little better even if she was having trouble seeing her through the darkness. She felt her mom stroke her hair and lifted her arms to grab hold of her. It didn't take long for her mother to pick her up and start rocking her. She sniffled and tried to dry her eyes wondering where her father was. She had no clue that wandering the castle later at night could be a very dangerous thing as the ideas of being kidnapped never surfaced in the girl's mind. Her father came in seconds later and she felt her rubbing her back. She buried her head in her mother's chest and reached out a small hand for her father to hold as she started to calm down and breath normally once again.
She could feel a slight tension in both of her parents. Her daddy didn't sound too happy when he mentioned her guards. She knew that there were supposed to be ones at her door to keep her all safe and sound but there were also those who walked by as well. "Daddy, Mommy, I had a bad dream." She decided she would talk before her father got even more angry at the guards. "I couldn't sleep and I guess I fell asleep and then I ended up here." There was confusion and a sense of a frightened tone in her voice. She didn't care if there was guards around that were hearing how scared she was. She was four after all and she was scared. She snuggled more into her mother and waited for what her parents had to say. [/center] |
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