KING CAXTON WYLIE sat at his late father’s desk, staring intently at a deed for an abandoned land in a dismal village, near the hillside of the northern border. The ache he felt over the loss of his father, lingers in his chest. It has been three months since his father’s passing, in which the king was still in mourning. His attention was diverted elsewhere …show more content…
His mind was pondering over the unending plight that has taken hold of the Callaghan’s realm. He suddenly rises from his chair, accidentally bumping the edge of his wooden desk. The sharp tremble knocks over an inkwell filled with squid ink, splattering it over everything it touches. He stood in front of a rectangular window, peering through its stained glass to a flourishing garden: of an array of different species of flowers with vibrant, colorful petals. “How many more lives will be lost in this endless quest for peace?” he wonders in a dampened tone. “How long will my subjects be doomed to suffer through an endless battle that’ll bring them…such suffering…such …show more content…
She gently steers his face to hers, giving him a tender peck on his chisel cheek. “My love,” the woman in red speaks in a breathy tone, “the ache you feel will not last forever.” Her full lips are grazing the surface of his ear. “There’ll come a day, when you’ll be able to finally breathe, and the pain will subside into nothingness; releasing a light that’ll free you from the darkness that has consumed your heart.” She slides her petite fingers in-between his, locking them together as to symbolize two hearts becoming one. “Oh…my love, do not let doubt and fear devour you. Do not allow those feelings to fester in your heart, are you will never see the tremendous blessing you have been given. Your father would’ve never entrusted you with his legacy if he didn't believe in