Smiles inwardly knowing that Druos was the man he needed. He worked the fields, walked with the people, but still held the soliders mind. Oh to plan a war against your own land for the love another? he asked himself looking down on the broken peasants face.

"I need your help my old friend. If you would please get those that you trust have true dislike for our lady the Queen for I think tis time for a new King to sit astride that throne" silently he begs the fates to stay with him a bit more. "I wish to end the reign of our tryannt Lady but I shall need the help of the people. The army is small most gone to war, so with the people we have a chance to win. Before you ask I do this not for me or for our people." sighing softly he continues "I do this for my brother Drezlin. He has fallen for the lovely Aylia and I wish them to wed, for you see she has fallen for him as well. But you know that a lowly soldier cannot marry the royal so I seek a way to end that. And if it means I am to be a tratior to the crown for the love of my brother then so be it."


Silently he begs for Druos to take up his cause, but an ill wind trails down his spine as a merry tune floods the lower dungeons. The chills rack his body as he fears what his brother may have done or if the Queen already knows.

"We may not have as much time as I had hoped. Please find them Druos I shall meet you by the old Oak just east of the village please bring good news my old friend."

Quickly Ledonis takes the stairs fearing what he will find amit the sumit. His heart stops at what he has found. His brother begging for his life or a pitch battle he had expected for the Queen loved a merry tune with her bloodshed, but Drezlin dancing with Aylia that was a thing he feared most.

Turning slowly he looked upon the Queen's hawk like gaze taking in his brother and his beloved daughter. What he saw made him wish to weep, only two words came to his shattered and fear filled mind.

"SHE KNOWS"

Watches the sceen before her smiling a simple smile but inside wishing for the fool to slip give that one cue that he has fallen for her. Each turn her anger and antisipation grow. Each step her hatred for Drezlin threatens to consume her soul. With each new note she prays for the Gods to end his miserable life.

Just like all the rats, he wishes something from my table. Only he wishes not my food or gold, but my daughter. I shall destroy you Drezlin I shall make you wish to the Gods each night that you fell in battle.

A slight smirk shows on her face as she see's the sweat on Drezlin's brow, but this is not enough to condemm him to death. His will stronger than she had antisipated concerns her not for she will win this little battle. He is but a simple guard and she is the mighty Queen how could he defeat her in a battle of wits.

Movement catches her eyes as Ledonis appears from the dungeons watching Drezlin and Alyia dance.

That I what I shall use to destroy you, your trusted brother.

Before she can laugh she sees the fear in his eyes. Then her world is full of fury, Containing this monster takes every once of will power she has for now she knows that the one she thought she could trust, Ledonis, knows also of the love Drezlin has for her daughter.


They shall all BURN

Druos walks slowly up the dungeon steps, back to the surface, wondering what God will do with him now. Numbed by all his anger, he is uncertain. He puts his oily fingers all over the beautiful plants that decorate the court. He occasionally rips the leaves out, scattering them upon the floor for other peasants to pick up; A silent rebellion. The deep scowl on his face displays his age, all of the indignation he is worth present in his wrinkles. How he longs for his sword, aged as he is, his companion....long forgotten, vaguely remembered.

His dark brown eyes find the queen, her complacent smile stretched across her face. How he'd like to take it away. How he'd like to destroy his farming tools, to spit on the kingdom as a whole.

A loud roar erupts inside his mind, he closes his eyes. His calloused hands can't feel a thing, as he grabs the nearest peasant. Druos is prepared to lose it all. Over a small outburst, sudden righteous rage. His free hand closes into a fist, but a thought interrupts him. He lets go of the peasant's shirt, causing the poor boy to fall to the stone floor.

I am sorry, my friend.

Druos soon returns to the fields.

Time seem to stand still, the movement of the two figures linger around the hall that they moved slowly about. Her eyes were locked with his, taking in the deep orbs that pierced his soul.Aylia. the daughter of the queen, let her eyes linger over the handsome man's face, smiling as she was tightly concealed in his arms. Her flaming red locks, curled and pulled into curls on the top of her head moved with a flirtatious bounce, strains of those angelic red locks move around her face, framing the angelic but strong features perfectly as her Emerald green orbs glitter with the youth and innocence that she held deep in her. The rich gown of virgin white silk moves about her rather slim figure, held up by two thin straps. The gown was specially made, just like all her outfits. Holding diamond sequence in the straps and on the top of the gown, causing her to shine like her eyes. Her smaller hand was in his larger one, her green orbs on his light blue eyes, his eyes matching the sky on the brightest day.

Smiling, Aylia lets her peach skin seem to glisten with the softness, the flawless skin youthful and holding the innocence. Her right hand was wrap with his, her body inches away from his muscular build as they glide across the floor with slow steps in the waltz. Her gown moved, swirling around with each movement that they had taken, her body holding back as she let the man lead her. Her gentle smile never left her features, her eyes locking on his rich blue as she kept the eye contact. Her left rested on his shoulder, the glimmer of her diamond bracelet moved with the crystal chandler. The pendant of the white rose with emerald stem perfectly feel onto her exposed upper chest, sparkling against her neck. Drop dangle earrings moved, rocking back and forth with the white diamonds that had earned their place in the earring.

The man that she had learned to be Drezlin was that of military decent, having worked and fought for her mother, the queen. She had own him this dance, a thank you to helping to protect her country. Her mother would have forbid this, being in a soldiers arms when she was of that royal blood. But, if she had asked, it was just a simple gesture of saying thank you for giving his life for her land.

(Inner Thoughts.) She thought he was kind of handsome, his rich blue eyes had what attracted her to him. She had always believed that the eyes were the key to your soul, and his was magnificent. She couldn't help but stair at them, never breaking their eye contact as he lead her around. Letting her emerald orbs move to his black hair, the silkiness of it shinning in the light as she found herself wanting to run her fingers through the lace strains. . . Wait, she shouldn't be thinking that. She was the queen's daughter, bound to be married into the royal family of some distant kingdom. It was her duty to her country to do as needed to keep the strong blood line and the peace between countries, even if it meant marrying some person she hardly knew. . . Ah, great, this was going to be a long night.

"Irony"

That word pulses through my tortured mind. I think to myself in the midst of it all. "Ironic this situation, only moments ago you were dying because you thought you would never be able to hold her... And now it seems you die for doing just that."

But the instruments still play. Alyia is still in my arms.
I can feel the queens eyes boring into the back of my head. I do my best to keep my face straight, and take a steady breath.
maybe it helped.
The warmth in Alyia's hands is making me want to hold her closer, to surrender to the inevitable, and maybe steal a kiss from her lips before the queen has me killed...

just as I begin consider doing just that Ledonis arives, I catch his eyes aas he reaches the top of the stairs.
Who knows if he can see it, but I beg as much as one can in silence to make this end.

Alyia couldn't help but notice his facial features twist in weird directions, almost as he was uncomfortable. Dare she say something to such a noble man? Maybe she shall.

"Excuse me my kind sir, care to tell me why such change in posture? Once relaxed and now looking as though you dare want to say something."

The voice was soft, holding the rich German accent that had been graced on her tongue. Her body moved with his, her curls flowing with each brace of the wind against them. A gentle brow raised as the question lingered high in the air as she smiles so gracefully. Her eyes seem to twinkle merrily, even though the eyes of her evil intention mother had been positioned on her daughter and the man thats arms were wrapped around.

Dare she walk away from the man that had so kindly, so honorably, and so bravely asked her to dance, protecting him from her mothers wrath? Dare she hold her tongue, be strong, and keep her hand in his? Tossing questions about, she felt her eyes close, letting the wind move past her features so gently as she takes in a deep breath, trying to cool her rushing brain with a deep breath through her nose as she tries to ignore the sensation of the eyes of her mother's piercing eyes on the couple that moved around the dance floor.