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The Red Sword Of Fire

I was told to burn the journal , he warned me. The Red Sword Of Fire is Aera's story of living as a Princess , holding a crown with weight in a castle filled with secrets , responsibilities within chaos , simplicity with liquor as she carries a sword to the Royal Court , her dress elegantly touching the floor, she fixes and posture to feel the daggers and every pointed weapon she is carrying and her necklace that read 'Aerowen O' Keeffe' shines with love from her mother gifted to her on her 13th Birthday. She reaches the end of the staircase at the sight of Aries holding a Gun to her , with no emotions in his Brown eyes . What did She actually just miss?

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16 Chs

Thanks , I hate it.

I'm running again , from the things I'm not strong enough to face or the things I choose not to be strong enough for.

Jedi groans as my mind places it back in the present moment and Jedi stops As I chuckle , as I taste the sweet memory again , Hudson our Uncle , a company you're honoured to have , he called for me one day , Duverein knocks on the window to let me know , the steps of the staircase layered down to the hallway , the chandelier shining right silver and evening breeze that hit my neck and my body shivers in response , Hudson gave me a smile and Duverein next to me smiled back , as I stare at them in suspicion , my ears are greeted with a whiny horse's happy heigh echoed as Jedi entered my life , my little brown sunshine , I was 13 then , little did he know he saved my life.

His movements indicated he craves a rest as I step down and take a glance at Jedi before setting my eyes to the sunlight setting in the rain , at times like this when my insides are on the verge of coming out and my throat turns sour and my thoughts are overwhelming as tears start to form , I connect my forehead to Jedi's , I secretly feel his hairs especially mane needs to be cut short a bit .

My eyes wandering around adjusting to all the bright colours mixed in a tulip field , leaving shoeprints behind , I'm in the middle of tulips , I wonder how broken one needs to be to radiate happiness to others in addition to everyone , my fingertips outline the red tulip , the only red one among all yellow's 'You feel like an outcast don't you , trust me , I feel it too' as I take my seat right beside it , I know I'll get some words from Heather when I return , how can you dirt the off white dress all in mud and smell , for a moment I shut down my thoughts .

Tears escape her eyes , it starts to rain , I feel as if her sadness is unbearable by the abode , the clouds weep in union .

'This is why I surround myself with people all the time or get engaged in something , because once the curtain falls down and the Princess play ends , I break down , this is why I hate silence , in the moments of observing our breathing patterns and heart contractions , I fall apart , in the moments of quiet thoughts , I wanna die , in sweet moments of life , my subconscious reminds me of odd after even.' I look at her shaken figure , the white of her dress turning brown of the mud , the tulips surround her but you can only see her beauty , she's carbon under pressure.

'Aera , Guess who' I shout and wait for some good three minutes to give her time to adjust into reality , her head turns and you just can't even imagine she can be broken , her smile holds power over the sunshine.

'Almighty , It's you , Danny' her hands disappears in her dark brown coat with beige shaded inside pockets , in effors to hide and control her hands that shake when she stresses too much .

'Yes , My Grace , it's your little Rose ' Erasing the distance between both of us , I reach out to hold her hand from her pocket , my fingertips trace her wrist as my mind hints the difference in our body temperatures , which means she was overthinking and couldn't sleep . Trying my best not to make the grip tight for her wrist Softly I slip my hand into hers , her fingers interlocking mine . I head forward to take her to my carriage so she can say it. Atleast to me.

'Where are we going , Danny ' her eyes still lying to me as I hold her close 'We need to talk' , I laugh in my subconscious , I know she gets really thoughtful on this question and starts to romanticise all the outcomes , it's a good way to distract her from her intoxicated brain that works way too hard.

' Daniel Vanidestine , what does this mean' , I shrug him off 'Just call me Danny ' a shyly smile curves at his lips , I take a hold on myself and get out of his embrace .

'My Queen , After all these years of knowing you , what do you expect me to do when I can really sense your heart breaking in pieces if there were any pieces left yet to break in smaller sizes , You know I can observe better , just please , please don't hide your flaws from me , ever ' his honey coated words melts the memories and I hide my face in his Autumn aesthetic knit coat , warm enough but not comfortable.

Escaping from his embrace again , I take a deep breath and sigh.

'You really do love Escapism , Princess' she half smiles and turn to look for Jedi , her definition of Serendipity . Her horse groans again and she chuckles and head over to slightly move her hands to his back as a form of gratitude. Albertine did say it right , Horse riding is her only path of escape. At times I wonder is she's safe in her own home with her own people but I'm assure knowing Hudson's presence .

I've known Danny since we were kids , we had a great weekend to perform once in a royal family event which guested almost all Kingdoms on our invites and I was requested to dance with him by my aunt ,the entire performance changes the air of the palace . I've known him for too long which is the reason I can't speak my heart out even if I wanted to .

Walking down in the Palace , My ears tell my brain it's Piano , so nicely being played , you just wanna sit and listen , wait I know this is a song from my favourite 1.5Year - a play , the song is, wait what were the lines ,

~And I'll be there with you

When

You're lonely

You're sad

You're alone ,

But tell me was it love

Love love love ,

Could it be love ,

Was it real love

What is love?

Humming silently she shouts in excitement 'It's Could it be Love , what a masterpiece'

her eyes widening in realisation she said it way too loud and she is panic stricken when her hazel eyes met a pair of Brown eyes .

'Love , love , love

Tell me what is the feeling of us

What I've been feeling is it love

Or what I felt is considered love

I'll be with you in Springs to watch flowers bloom

And in winters to fall

And I promise when you fall you'll be in my arms

Love , love , love .' his silhoutte turned to Aerowen's direction as she gasps and his sweet little laugh fills the hallway , 'Plays like that are a treasure , have to say , you have a good taste , Princess' .

'Oh my Friend , Archer Vanidestine' he stretches his hand to meet with Archer's for a handshake . While Archer smiled and his face reflecting pure happiness , he proceeds to say ' Good to see you and Aerowen , he is Aries Brown'.