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06/01/2021
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Return of the Seer part 2
Part 2
The journey had been an arduous one. When Vylette had run from Kalevala and all of the painful memories it held, she had retreated to the furthest place she could find but even that didn’t seem to quell the rage she felt. As the gates of the capital city came into view, a strange feeling overtook her. She was home. It had been so long since she had felt anything resembling like it that the feeling took her by surprise. Anthony turned in his saddle to look back at her, “Welcome home your Majesty.” Vylette smiled in spite of herself, could this ever be her true home again now that Brendan was gone? That remained to be seen. As they passed through the gates of the city, Vylette was surprised at the cheers and adulation that went up from the townsfolk. She had been gone for more years than most of them had been alive and it surprised her that they even knew who she was. She had taken great pains to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. Her gown was a pain hunter green riding habit and her unadorned hat sat low over her brow seemed to have had little effect in disguising her. For the first time in days, Vyette smiled and waved at the crowd. Her people were thriving as was evident by the growth of the capital since she’d left and her heart swelled with pride. She blushed and waved to the adoring crowd. Anthony reigned in his horse and waited for her to catch up to him. “You have been missed Mi’lady, more than you know.”
Once inside the castle, Vy could still hear the cheers from the crowd outside. Removing her hat, she handed it to a waiting footman, “Thank you Bronson, that will be all.” He bowed and left the room. Moments later Vylette’s ladies maid entered the room carrying a tea tray. Setting it down on a nearby table. “Thank you Volare, has the luggage been seen to and the horses as well?”, she asked. “Yes ma’am, everything has been done according to your instructions.” Vyette hadn’t brought her entire household with her. She wasn’t sure how long she was staying in Kalevala. Just long enough to do what she had to do. Vylette nodded her thanks to Volare and the maid left the room.
Later that afternoon, Vylette sat at the massive oak desk that had once belonged to Brendan in the study. Papers covered the surface in front of her but she sat staring at the almost life sized wedding portrait that hung over the fireplace opposite her. God, that had been so very long ago. They both looked so young and in love. Brendan smiled down lovingly at his bride as her adoration for him showed in her eyes as she gazed up at him. Vylette closed her eyes and was instantly transported back to that happy day. Allowing herself to reminisce for a few moments, she recalled their happy life when they were the newly crowned Emperor and Empress, and that's when the smile faded. The first years of their marriage had been idyllic but soon the fairytale ended and the nightmare began. His infidelity, the miscarriages and his eventual departure to realms unknown. At first she waited for him, ruling Kalevala according to his wishes but when it became evident he wasn’t going to return, she could remain no longer in the ashes of her former life. It made little difference where she was, the visions told her of Brendan’s new life, one he didn’t want her to be a part of apparently. Eventually the visions faded and she was left in blissful ignorance, until the day Anthony came that is.
A knock at the door roused her from her walk down memory lane with a start, “Come in”. Volare entered the room and curtsied, “Ma’am, you said you wanted to know when the body had been prepared and laid out in the great Hall.”. Volare looked up apprehensively at her mistress but she didn’t need to see her face to know that her words cut Vy like a knife. Vylette closed her eyes momentarily, willing the tears not to fall. “Thank you Volare, I shall be along shortly. Please make sure that the Hall is empty until I have had a chance to make sure everything is set up as it should be.” Volare was eager to leave the room as quickly as possible. The pain her mistress was going through was hard for her to watch. Volare had been with her mistress for many years, they were more like friends than mistress and maid. She had been with Vylette during the years of her marriage to Brendan and her subsequent exile. Being back in the castle brought back so many memories to Volare as well. “Is that all Ma’am,” Volare asked. Vylette was so choked up now that she was unable to speak and merely nodded her ascent. Volare curtsied again and hurried from the room, shutting the door softly behind her.
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06/01/2021
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Return of the Seer part 1
Part 1
Vylette let go of the parchment as if it were on fire and her hand flew to her throat. “No…” she screamed and fell to her knees as the familiar haze clouded her vision. She hadn’t had a vision in decades, why now? She felt the heat from the flames against her face, the screams were deafening, the smell of acrid smoke made her breath catch in her throat. It was only momentary but it was enough. Physically drained from the exertion and horror of what she’d seen, Vylette collapsed on the floor, her face in her hands. It couldn’t be, there must be some mistake. “Brendan….”, her voice was barely a whisper now. There was no mistake, she had seen the explosion, heard the screams of those trapped inside the manor. Her body wracked with sobs, Vylette lay on the floor of her solarium until long after the sun had descended behind the mountains. Her body numb with cold, she had refused all attempts by her maids to rouse her from the stone floor. There was a knock at the door and Vylette picked up her head. One of her maids peeked around the door. “Mi’lady, there is another messenger here, he says he must see you immediately.” Vylette was in no mood for company but something told her, the messenger had news that she needed, perhaps not wanted but needed to hear. “Show him into the sitting room, I shall make myself presentable and join him momentarily.” As much as she wanted to curl into a ball and die, she knew that wasn’t an option.
In the sitting room, the messenger paced nervously. He resented being sent on such a morbid errand, especially bearing the news he had. Her Majesty was not going to be pleased and he knew it. In his hand, the messenger held a summons for her to return to Kalevala immediately to claim the body of her husband. The minutes ticked slowly by as the messenger waited. He heard footsteps on the stone floor outside the door. They paused for a moment before the door slowly opened and Vylette entered the room. The messenger bowed his head in deference and waited for her to speak.
“Anthony!”, she exclaimed, “What on earth are you doing here?” Her face brightened momentarily and then a dark shadow passed over it. “As happy as I am to see you again after all of these years, I know that your presence here can only mean one thing.” She motioned to a set of chairs before the fireplace. “Come, sit, tell me what has brought you to my exile and how it is that you knew where to find me.”
Settling into the chair, Vylette braced herself for what was to come. Anthony dreaded what he was about to say and tried to find as gentle a way as possible to relay his news. “Mi’lady, it has indeed been far too long and I wish that my visit was a social one but alas, I bring news from Kalevala…” The name alone sent a shudder down her spine and made her blood run cold. “From Kalevala? Whatever could someone in Kalevala want with me? Has something happened to the council?” When Vylette had left her former kingdom, she had installed a council to rule for her until she returned, if she ever did. After her separation from Brendan, she had to leave, she couldn’t stay in that castle with all of the reminders of her former, happy life, surrounding her everyday. “No mi’lady,” Anthony said, “all is well with the council, they have ruled well in your stead. It’s Brendan…” He saw the pain flash in her eyes at the mention of her husband’s name. It took several minutes for Vylette to regain her composure enough to speak again. “You need not say anymore, he’s dead isn’t he?” Anthony nodded, “yes mi’lady and his body has been brought to the palace in Kalevala. That is why the council is asking for you to return. They need your guidance.” Vylette sighed heavily, going back to Kalevala was the last thing she wanted to do but even though she was in self-imposed exile, she was still an Empress and her people needed her. She smiled weakly at Anthony, “How soon do we leave” she asked.
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