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[fieldbox="The Kind Lady, #b84265, solid, 10"]Peter sighed, his lips tight as he exhaled through his nose. Edgar had yet to answer the real question. It was not the fact that he'd kept their identity a secret from the world, and not that he hadn't returned them to the North after the fallout. All of the decisions were incredibly rational on Edgar's part, but at the heart of things one truth remained.
"I didn't ask why you wouldn't return them, Edgar." Peter's voice quieted the room with the newest revelation of the council. "I asked why you didn't tell me that they were alive. I served the girls father for many years as his advisor, of all the men in the North, I would have been the first to contact with news of their lives. Yet, you waited ten long years and I heard it from a simple rumor."
Bryant placed his hand on his father's shoulder at the obvious signs of rage brewing inside Peter's chest. His nostrils flared in anger and he could barely keep his eyes off of the Southern King. He sat tall at the end of the table as if it were a throne, watching over the other three nations like they were dogs. Edgar wasn't above them all, Peter reminded himself.
"King Arrick, Queen Annalise, and the young Prince Finnegan." Peter mumbled angrily. "They are dead. The family I helped raised, and you didn't dare so much as to allow me the information-" Peter hushed himself and again the council fell quiet. "You were just in keeping them safe, but not in keeping them from knowing I was searching for them. How many nights I spent wondering if they had escaped somehow."
Ellara lowered her eyes. She hadn't heard those names in years, her own family. It was hard to remember them. The red head wrung her hands in her lap awkwardly as the past flooded her mind with sensitive childhood memories. The memories were painful, and very far away in her mind, because she was only a girl of eight in the most recent events. Of all the things, the most intense memory was the scent of lilac perfume. The flower was rare in the North, due to the heavy snowfall, but somehow her mother always managed to have a bottle of the fragrance nearby. Ellara couldn't hardly think of many times spent with her brother, Finny they called him. He was older than Ellara and Catherine, had he still been alive Finnegan would have turned twenty six years in the Spring. Then there was her father. So many warm thoughts were intertwined with the thought of the late Northern King.
But they were gone.
"...Ellara?"
A subtle call of her name brought Ellara back to attention. She couldn't tell if the council had said anything else, her mind was elsewhere. It was only when Catherine touched the pale back of her hand did Ellara come to. Her blue eyes strained to lift themselves from the floor, and back to the table, where all the focus had turned to the Northern end of the room. Catherine left her hand atop her sisters as the voice called again. It was Graham, his query left an unexplained and desirable answer in the air.
"What happened that night? How did you both manage to escape?" He asked carefully.
The sisters tensed up at the same time, a rare sight to see the blonde heiress so uncomfortable in the face of other nobles. Usually she was the epitome of royalty, but now she looked like a soaked kitten left out in the rain. Delicate, scared, and looking for a place to hide. Sadly there was nowhere to run. Ellara looked even more frightened than Catherine, the shadow of the same kitten. Together though, they remained, and it eased them slowly. They had survived, and every day they would be reminded of the fact so long as their lives were intact.
"I don't really remember much." Ellara explained honestly. "I remember there being fire, and the air was heavy with the smell of copper. Blood. I remember being carried away by Mae- my handmaiden, Miss Maeve. She stole some horses, but that's all I really know. I don't wish to speak of it personally."
"I'm sure you will all understand if I leave out some of the gory details. It was rather traumatic for my sister and me." Catherine raised her chin and resumed a noble appearance. The only thing which gave away her fear was the subtle glint in her eyes. That, and her hands were shaking fiercely even as they held tight to Ellara's. "Sometime in the night, I remember the alarm being sounded. Bandits, armed men, barbarians, hordes of men had somehow managed to swarm the castle grounds right under our noses. It was as if they knew exactly where to strike. Critical information, not something we give out exactly to our enemies. But, I digress.
"My mother and father came for me first, and we had gone to get my brother. That was when we found his body, still in his bed as if he were asleep. We had to leave him there. So we went to find Ellara, I feared the worst."
Ellara couldn't listen as her sister continued to speak. Her most painful memory, literally and emotionally. She closed her eyes and tried to remember something happier. The fields of flowers she'd visited with William came to mind, and she grasped for that moment in time, wishing it to be real again. Amidst the warm summer breeze the pair had relaxed in the afternoon heat. The scent of wildflowers was all around them.
"She owes her life to Maeve. When we found Ellara, Maeve was clawing at a man with her bare hands like some kind of bear. He'd attempted to kill my baby sister, and in the process had slit her throat. Had Maeve not been there to stop this would be assassin, there would only be one Wittacre child sitting here today."
"Ellara...my poor child." Peter's expression was pained as he listened. It took all his will not to embrace her, but Catherine wasn't done speaking.
"Our mother told us to run, so we did." Catherine was expressionless, cold almost, but she had to be in order to recount the night. "It becomes a blur. Sir Duncan found us as we tried to escape, so he followed. We couldn't reach the courtyard stables, and so we continued to run. The only way we were able to get outside the city was by using a lesser known tunnel system on the outside of the wall. The whole city was on fire, barbarians at every turn. We managed to acquire some horses outside the gates. Ellara was dying, Duncan was growing weak, we had no weapons, nothing, not even a few copper. In a few days time, we were at the Southern border. From there, it's not much of a story really."
"It's likely someone else knew of these tunnels you speak of. Don't you think?" Bryant suggested.
"I've often thought of that, but they're extensive, and not exactly mapped out onto parchment. There are dozens of endless routes, looping back onto one another. Navigating them would take time, and dedication." Catherine shrugged. "But it's possible. I just never wanted to imagine that someone would take the time to mobilize an army to get into Great Kaehr. Ignorance, as they say, is bliss."
"And what about this assassin? One man sent to strike in the midst of a surprise attack?" Bryant gripped the handle of his sword. His brows crossed in confusion. All of the new information had become overwhelming, piecing it together was going to be a problem. He stated his simple conclusion. "I don't get the idea this was random. Not any more."[/fieldbox]
"I didn't ask why you wouldn't return them, Edgar." Peter's voice quieted the room with the newest revelation of the council. "I asked why you didn't tell me that they were alive. I served the girls father for many years as his advisor, of all the men in the North, I would have been the first to contact with news of their lives. Yet, you waited ten long years and I heard it from a simple rumor."
Bryant placed his hand on his father's shoulder at the obvious signs of rage brewing inside Peter's chest. His nostrils flared in anger and he could barely keep his eyes off of the Southern King. He sat tall at the end of the table as if it were a throne, watching over the other three nations like they were dogs. Edgar wasn't above them all, Peter reminded himself.
"King Arrick, Queen Annalise, and the young Prince Finnegan." Peter mumbled angrily. "They are dead. The family I helped raised, and you didn't dare so much as to allow me the information-" Peter hushed himself and again the council fell quiet. "You were just in keeping them safe, but not in keeping them from knowing I was searching for them. How many nights I spent wondering if they had escaped somehow."
Ellara lowered her eyes. She hadn't heard those names in years, her own family. It was hard to remember them. The red head wrung her hands in her lap awkwardly as the past flooded her mind with sensitive childhood memories. The memories were painful, and very far away in her mind, because she was only a girl of eight in the most recent events. Of all the things, the most intense memory was the scent of lilac perfume. The flower was rare in the North, due to the heavy snowfall, but somehow her mother always managed to have a bottle of the fragrance nearby. Ellara couldn't hardly think of many times spent with her brother, Finny they called him. He was older than Ellara and Catherine, had he still been alive Finnegan would have turned twenty six years in the Spring. Then there was her father. So many warm thoughts were intertwined with the thought of the late Northern King.
But they were gone.
"...Ellara?"
A subtle call of her name brought Ellara back to attention. She couldn't tell if the council had said anything else, her mind was elsewhere. It was only when Catherine touched the pale back of her hand did Ellara come to. Her blue eyes strained to lift themselves from the floor, and back to the table, where all the focus had turned to the Northern end of the room. Catherine left her hand atop her sisters as the voice called again. It was Graham, his query left an unexplained and desirable answer in the air.
"What happened that night? How did you both manage to escape?" He asked carefully.
The sisters tensed up at the same time, a rare sight to see the blonde heiress so uncomfortable in the face of other nobles. Usually she was the epitome of royalty, but now she looked like a soaked kitten left out in the rain. Delicate, scared, and looking for a place to hide. Sadly there was nowhere to run. Ellara looked even more frightened than Catherine, the shadow of the same kitten. Together though, they remained, and it eased them slowly. They had survived, and every day they would be reminded of the fact so long as their lives were intact.
"I don't really remember much." Ellara explained honestly. "I remember there being fire, and the air was heavy with the smell of copper. Blood. I remember being carried away by Mae- my handmaiden, Miss Maeve. She stole some horses, but that's all I really know. I don't wish to speak of it personally."
"I'm sure you will all understand if I leave out some of the gory details. It was rather traumatic for my sister and me." Catherine raised her chin and resumed a noble appearance. The only thing which gave away her fear was the subtle glint in her eyes. That, and her hands were shaking fiercely even as they held tight to Ellara's. "Sometime in the night, I remember the alarm being sounded. Bandits, armed men, barbarians, hordes of men had somehow managed to swarm the castle grounds right under our noses. It was as if they knew exactly where to strike. Critical information, not something we give out exactly to our enemies. But, I digress.
"My mother and father came for me first, and we had gone to get my brother. That was when we found his body, still in his bed as if he were asleep. We had to leave him there. So we went to find Ellara, I feared the worst."
Ellara couldn't listen as her sister continued to speak. Her most painful memory, literally and emotionally. She closed her eyes and tried to remember something happier. The fields of flowers she'd visited with William came to mind, and she grasped for that moment in time, wishing it to be real again. Amidst the warm summer breeze the pair had relaxed in the afternoon heat. The scent of wildflowers was all around them.
"She owes her life to Maeve. When we found Ellara, Maeve was clawing at a man with her bare hands like some kind of bear. He'd attempted to kill my baby sister, and in the process had slit her throat. Had Maeve not been there to stop this would be assassin, there would only be one Wittacre child sitting here today."
"Ellara...my poor child." Peter's expression was pained as he listened. It took all his will not to embrace her, but Catherine wasn't done speaking.
"Our mother told us to run, so we did." Catherine was expressionless, cold almost, but she had to be in order to recount the night. "It becomes a blur. Sir Duncan found us as we tried to escape, so he followed. We couldn't reach the courtyard stables, and so we continued to run. The only way we were able to get outside the city was by using a lesser known tunnel system on the outside of the wall. The whole city was on fire, barbarians at every turn. We managed to acquire some horses outside the gates. Ellara was dying, Duncan was growing weak, we had no weapons, nothing, not even a few copper. In a few days time, we were at the Southern border. From there, it's not much of a story really."
"It's likely someone else knew of these tunnels you speak of. Don't you think?" Bryant suggested.
"I've often thought of that, but they're extensive, and not exactly mapped out onto parchment. There are dozens of endless routes, looping back onto one another. Navigating them would take time, and dedication." Catherine shrugged. "But it's possible. I just never wanted to imagine that someone would take the time to mobilize an army to get into Great Kaehr. Ignorance, as they say, is bliss."
"And what about this assassin? One man sent to strike in the midst of a surprise attack?" Bryant gripped the handle of his sword. His brows crossed in confusion. All of the new information had become overwhelming, piecing it together was going to be a problem. He stated his simple conclusion. "I don't get the idea this was random. Not any more."[/fieldbox]