Here’s chapter three! I’m gonna power write so I have a bigger buffer of chapters written lol 😂
CHAPTER THREE: PARTING
In two days, the whole of Castle Rysen was abuzz with packing and emotions. Emerald was by far the most upset about all of this. The boys were coping by turning the packing into a game, and they once or twice laughed every now and then.
Madia and Bonifer were sitting in the Throne Room quietly, waiting for the children to come out and bid them goodbye. Emerald sobbed as she hugged her grandma goodbye, and Madia cried as well. She let Bonifer kiss her, but she cringed when he did.
Esben and Artham both did the same thing. Hugged and kissed their grandma, and shook Bonifer’s hand. Then, Artham picked up his bag, slipped Emmy’s little hand in his, and led Esben out of the room.
Illia then came forth and hugged her mother, weeping slightly. She then kissed her many times, emotions colliding with duty, passion trying to take the place of purpose. But this was what being a Throne Warden was. Of course, Illia had a harder time of it than her forefathers. No Throne Warden in history had ever had their respective monarch die like this. It was a lot for Illia to bear. But she did. Quietly and resignedly.
She looked sternly at Bonifer, but slightly hugged him anyways. But before she released him, she whispered in his ear, “Leave my mother alone, old man. Or you may live to regret it.”
Bonifer patted her back, and pushed her back slightly. “Miss Madia will be fine.”
“She better be,” Illia hissed.
Then turning back towards her mother, she said, “I will write once I situate me and the children in Glipwood. If you ever need anything, or…or hear anything, send word. Quickly.”
She kissed her mother again, and then quickly slipped out of the room, for fear of not being able to leave again if she lingered.
She gathered the children, like a bird gathering her brood, and escorted them to the shipyard. Emerald and Esben got on the boat first, and Artham helped load the bags. The quicker he got this done, the better. The sooner he was on the Sea, forgetting his problems, the better. How he so badly wished to lose himself in the endless mass of blue waters. And the sooner he got the bags on board he could.
“Artham,” a soft voice whispered.
He turned his head as he handed the last bag to the cabin-boy. His eyes were suddenly filled with the image of Arundelle, with her light brownish reddish hair, her green eyes swimming with tears, her face sprinkled with freckles.
“Aunt Illia, could I have a few moments?” Artham called. Illia looked back, saw Arundelle, and nodded. “Five minutes, then we have to go.”
She went below deck with her nephew and niece, and Artham jogged to where Arundelle was.
“I just wanted to say good-bye,” Ari sad with tears.
Artham smiled. “It won’t be forever.”
“Will you write to me when you can?”
“Yes. Of course.”
She smiled slightly. “I’m gonna miss you.”
Then she slightly hugged him, and then dashed away. Artham felt tears swim in his own eyes, but he quickly dashed them away and quickly back on the boat, running down below deck, hoping and praying the ship would take off soon and he could forget all of this…..though not forever.
NOTES: So far this story is depressing. But! It gets……more depressing and also more happy 😃
Anyways, I hope you guys liked! 😉
More depressing and also more happy...YAY!!!!!
Well done, Arthra!