When we arrive at the abandoned, derelict house we have found and taken as our own for now, I throw off my cloak. I want to drop to the floor and just lay there. But I am still Queen, so I merely stand at the broken windown, my face expressionless.
Lord Philip tentatively stands at my side. "Your Highness?" he asks gently. "Did something happen? What is wrong?"
"Nothing." I turn to face him, and then I laugh, bewildered. "That's just the problem."
He looks at me and understanding starts to dawn in his face. I am not the only one here who has dealt with heartbreak.
"Why am I so happy?" I wonder out loud, and the joy in my voice is tangible. "Why do I just want to dance around this old house like I am on my very own throne again? What is wrong with me, Philip?"
"Nothing's wrong with you, Majesty," said Philip immediately. "Nothing. Don't ever be guilty about something that makes you happy." He smiles.
I smile back at him, not quite believing what he says, but still comforted. I am too happy to care much, at any rate.
"Well, how about some dinner, then?" I ask cheerily.
"Oh, yes!" He starts a cheerful babble that lifts my spirits even more. "I have been speaking with some people...they're sending us funds to counter the king. So we can get better food and maybe later fix up this house and use it as our headquarters. Soon it will be like your own court again. And then we can take on the King..."
I smiled again. I may be happy and completely in love with King Edward. But I would never let my feelings control me again. They would not stop me from destroying him. And I let myself fill up with hope.
 LadyAlisyn · Mon Jun 01, 2009 @ 03:01pm · 1 Comments |
