Mar 12, 2020
Today is this girl’s—Eshlaea Arden’s—birthday.
Wish her a happy birthday? y/n?
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Today is this girl’s—Eshlaea Arden’s—birthday.
Wish her a happy birthday? y/n?
“E-Eli why are you so embarrassing...“
Staring out the palace window, the Queen of Arden gazed out over the dreary grey that had settled upon her city.
Letting out a soft exhale, she placed her hand upon the glass, the heat of her touch fogging up the chilled glass that stood as a boundary between the dry and cozy interior of the palace and the cold and damp outside world. With no end in sight, rain poured down upon the land, soaking the streets of Arden—of her kingdom.
Lost in her daze, she hadn’t heard the other approach her from behind.
“Eshlaea my dear, what ever are you doing here?” Came the soothing voice of a man she knew all too well.
Turning to greet him, she’d be met with visage of her husband. A tall blonde with blue eyes. Gentle cerulean hues fell upon her, a faint smile on his face as he gazed at her. Narrowing slightly, discerning eyes noted the woman’s features. “You look troubled my dear, is something the matter?” He asked softly, raising a hand to her cheek to caress it tenderly.
“Xander...” She spoke his name softly. “No, I...” Averting her eyes from him, she turned her gaze back to the rain that fell upon Arden. “I merely find such days to be rather depressing...” She said with a somber frown.
A lie.
Cerulean hues narrowed slightly, observing her body language. He knew she was lying to him, that there was something she didn’t want to tell him. With a look of concern, the blonde stepped closer, placing a hand upon her shoulder. “My love, you need not be afraid to tell me if something weighs heavy upon your heart.” He said in a reassuring tone. “I am here for you, Eshlaea, I am your husband, after all. Whatever you may be struggling with, I am certain if we face it together, that we can overcome any obstacle.”
She paused for a moment, staring at his hand before turning her gaze to his face. “Xander...” She said, hesitating for a moment before forcing a smile onto her face. “It is nothing, truly. I am merely disheartened that I cannot enjoy our gardens today because of the rain. I apologize for worrying you.” She said as she placed her hand upon his. She couldn’t tell him, what it was that troubled her, the secrets contained within her soul.
Narrow cerulean hues peered at her silently for a moment. Nothing could get past those observant eyes of his. He was accustom to dealing with liars, it was something he’d done all his life, something he himself was a master of. When you are a master of deception yourself, spotting fallacies in others becomes a trivial matter.
But he wouldn’t let it show. Instead, he nodded, smiling back at her. “Come, let us eat. The servants should be done cooking and setting the table. We must not let our meal go cold. That would be disrespectful to the chefs who labored for our sake.” Removing his hand from her shoulder, he turned and began to saunter down the hall.
Eshlaea Arden, the reigning Queen of Arden, watched silently as her husband, Xander Arden, the fourth King of Arden, departed from her side. For a moment all she could do was stare. Held in place by the worries that assailed her heart, the concern that had arose from the last letter she had received from that man, she remained where she stood, gazing out the window with a solemn frown. “Eshlaea?” His voice called out to her as he looked back in her direction.
Snapped out of her daze, she turned to him. “Ah, forgive me.” She said with a nod as she hurried to his side.
Donning a smile, cerulean hues softened as she walked with him. With his wife at his side, the blonde led the way to vast dining hall of the palace.
Glancing out the windows of the palace one last time, the Queen of Arden would set aside her worries.
The letter she had received which had been delivered to her from Aciernha by a private courier had told her that his wife had fallen ill of recent, and that as of yet, she showed no signs of recovery, her illness becoming worse with each passing day.
With a small frown, she’d close her eyes for a moment, a hand clutching above her heart.
Eliyah...I pray that your wife recovers soon. I do not wish to see you lose her, to see you hurt by the loss of your beloved.
Not again...
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