I fell asleep the instant I hit the pillow. Not even Benate's boisterous snoring stirred . Sadly, during the night I had a vivid dream that left less than rested.
Instead of taking my group of teens to the border to et with the gnos, I took a glowing orb with two bright white cores swirling inside it. The gnos closed their eyes and held their hands like they did when presenting their prophecy. Instead of seeing the prophecy again, my orb floated above them.
As the orb floated one of the cores started to turn gray. The other core seed not to change, but next to its gray counterpart, it seed green.
I took the orb with back to the capital and took care of it like a pet. The next morning the orb split into two. The gray orb was tricky and mischievous, breaking things and slowly turning darker and darker. The white orb slowly turned into a deep green orb as its counterpart turned almost black.
I reached my wits end and finally yelled at the naughty dark orb. As I did so, the last scene of the gnos' most recent prophecy popped into my mind. Hands grappled on the ledge of a cliff. The scream erupted. The dark orb disappeared and the green orb burst from its shape. The deep green faded into a bright white. This flash of light blinded for a mont before I sat up in bed.
That was terribly confusing. I theorized to myself as to what it could all an. In the dream, I skipped going to see my mother. I rember thinking that I wanted to get back to the capital as the orb turned gray. Maybe these were connected.
Our mother did encourage to tell Benate to write more. The orbs could represent my brother and myself with one trying to pacify maternal overreach and the other trying to be free from it through mischief. My brother did tend toward forgetting to write to our overly affectionate mother. Could that an that our mother was the one screaming in the prophecy? Surely not.
Sohow that didn't seem right, but it was the best I could theorize. The subconscious was sothing dizzyingly hard to unravel. That dream might an nothing. Whatever made dream such a dream, sure made wake up hungry. The sun was far from rising, but that did not stop from making myself at ho in Benate's kitchen.
I tried to put my strange dream behind as I scrambled eggs and cooked so bacon. Although my brother no longer lived in the country, his kitchen was well stocked with the luxuries we grew up with.
The sll of food must've awoken Benate, because he soon joined in the small kitchen. Over breakfast I reminded Benate to write to our mother.
"Did she tell you to remind ?" Benate laughed at my request while good naturedly rolling his eyes.
"You know she did," I smiled.
"I swear I spend a quarter of the waking hours of my free ti writing and standing in line to post letters. You would think a letter every week or so would be enough. Half the ti I have nothing to tell her!" Benate shook his head.
"I would say a visit might quiet her requests for a bit, but you may get trapped out there. If you do, at least you won't have to settle for my cooking," I joked, holding up a piece of nearly burnt bacon.
"Our mother can cook, that's for sure. But I think I'll take my chances with the post for now. Sorry you have to be her ssenger." The sincerity in his voice ward my heart. He was a good brother.
With my duty to my family complete, I moved on to the castle for duty to my country. The queen and council convened in the usual room. The room seed smaller with the addition of Princess Alina, Cali, Carrion, and Sir John.
I thought I was on ti, but I was either mistaken or everyone else was early because I entered the room last. Carrion caught my eye as he and Princess Alina were speaking near the door. Carrion had on a full dress coat that must have been a family heirloom. The long flowing coat of the garnt went just past the knees to reveal pants underneath and was much too formal for everyday wear. Surely this was not what he was going to wear whenever he knew he would be invited to a council eting.
"I think you misunderstand ," Princess Alina offered in response to sothing I did not catch. Carrion looked self assured.
"Your Highness, you have no need to worry. I will hold true to my promise. I just have not had a mont to speak to my father just yet," Carrion said quickly.
"But you see there is no need to speak to him," Alina tried to explain but was interupted.
"He's over there. I just missed him this morning. I'll go pull him aside right now!" Carrion turned on his heel before Alina had a chance to finish her thought.
"Everyone is here. Please take your seats! I would hate for Petitioner's court to be delayed if this eting goes long," Queen Valerie took hold of the eting before Alina or Carrion had a chance to talk to the people they were trying to reach.
I guess the Princess did not have a mont to talk to Carrion about his intentions. I would hate to be in either of their shoes right now.
"Lord Holden, please start us off with your report on what happened at the border," Queen Valerie commanded before I could put any more thought into the unfortunate impending proposal. I transitioned my thoughts to business but could not help but wonder if this drama was what made court so appealing to certain ladies of the upper classes.
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