Introducing Gemma

POV: Princess aurora of Ka

My fragile skeleton Felt like a delicate piece of glass able to shatter at any moment, the forceful grip of a man carrying my shoulders in his embrace.

Where was I now? Who was I with? Where was my Keeda? The warmth of his torso was overwhelming, with the warmth oozing from my sunburns infusing together like a sauna.

People had frequently told me I was kissed by the sun goddess herself, but it was only because of my radiating smile and my golden hair. My actual flesh was ivory, sensitive like it could burst open with the slightest touch.

Keeda had often teased me about my white complexion, saying how I brighten the hottest desert days with my bare skin alone.

How I was a beacon that stood out in a sea of colors. When I would grin at her words, she would never sway from her intense personality, telling me it didn't make me unique. I recalled the time we met against my castle walls.

She led me back home to safety. I wondered if I would ever meet her again… there wasn't a person on this earth that was her match, so how come she fell at the power that witch generated from thin air. I remembered coming back home that day after I had executed my cousin.

She was agitated with me. I learned she would act without hesitation. I knew she wasn't defending me that her body wouldn't allow her to be murdered and just like that; she cut down my uncle and all of his warriors behind him that my father had given him as a reward.

Their blood was on my hands, that was one of the last things she had said to me. But all I could remember was the graceful touch of her hands hoisting me up onto the dinner table so that she was the only one standing and all the blood. I just wanted to make her happy, to see her laugh and smile like she did with her companions.

However, all of I ever did was cause her to gain extra wrinkles. When I reflected about it, we didn't ever have fun.

We didn't laugh together; we didn't have deep passionate nights. Most of the time, she was just cleaning up my messes. I wonder if the ghosts of the individuals I had killed haunted her, since she was the one to scrub the floor of its blood, to wring out the clothes I had ruined.

She wholeheartedly cares for me, all these factors she had done for me so that my father wouldn't find out.

She wasn't a maid, she wouldn't have had to do any of that! I thought to myself, she did it because she genuinely loves me and I have to find her! My theories came to an interruption with the fresh smell of roses and basil.

The basil was sharp on my nose, scrunching to the fragrance. My nostrils demanded to close themselves off to the smell but the roses, I wanted that to fill me.

The odor was like laying in a bed of true euphoria, utterly relaxed submerged in a concept of being content. But I wasn't content, it was a. façade my mind adopted to make up, to put a warm blanket over my wounds of the heart.

I need to find my future wife to be and make amends. To tell her, I was apologetic for treating her like a servant, like someone who could just clean up all my messes and never saying thank you for looking after me.

How selfish I had been with her. I doubled over in pain at my heart strings, I only hoped that she would forgive me.

A splash of water woke me from a dream like state. "Rise and shine, beautiful!" An elderly woman's statement shouted at me in a motherly nature.

"You need to wake up, you look like shit! You're going to die from infection if you don't clean yourself up, come on get up, or I'm going to throw you in the water!" A vulgar mother, I thought to myself, however my depleted body could not wake up in time for her to roll my dead weight into the freezing water.

My body consumed the cold, absorbing it into my scorched skin. I opened my eyes, still not coming up for air. How did all of this water get here? Where am I? The immediate realization was a an alarming one.

Keeda would have mentioned everything was horrifying to me, but this was more creepy than anything else. Realizing that I was not home because there was no such thing as a body of water this large and deep that my feet could not strike the bottom and I had to actually use my aching legs to paddle.

I hadn't experienced such a phenomenon since I was a little girl. They tired so rapidly, I was incapable of sustaining my tiny frame from sinking. No matter how hard I struggled, no matter how hard I swam, the thick body of water was like moving mountains against my arms. I was so weak, I was always so weak.

My mind was so drained I couldn't even panic. I just watched the surface become farther and farther away. "What the hell is wrong with you" A fierce judgmental voice plucked me out of the water like a wet wash cloth throwing me to the ground. I felt cold, a feeling that was welcoming. The chilled water soothed my sunburn, I observed as it gradually improved.

The breeze chilled my skin, giving me goosebumps. I glanced up at my Savior. "An old lady?" I was so exhausted, I spoke out loud. "My name is Gemma, and you're welcome," she bluntly responded to my insult and a youthful man giggled at her reply.

While she crossed her arms, disapproving of my entire being.