Epitome of a Hero

An episode of royalty

A break from Epitome.

This is a story that she wrote as a draft entitled, "For my love and honor."

There was once a kingdom from a faraway land, where there exist a king and a queen whose always been perfect for the eyes of their people. A beautiful queen, a supportive woman to her husband, solemn, graceful and loyal. Then there's the courageous king, a loving husband to his wife, a king who cared for his people, a king who makes his wise decisions, a king who prioritizes the lives of his people than the throne itself.

It was a perfect combination, and together they've built a glorious kingdom, called it the Tenebris, a prosperous nation who was idolized and looked up to by all the other empires which surrounded their plains.

 But the thing about this world, is that there is no such thing as perfect. This word is just forged due the human’s ideals, for something that they wanted to have, to create—the state of purity that’s never real, as if it’s like every distinct curves of every Greek gods and goddesses’ sculpture. Perfection is indeed, a wonderful thing—beautiful enough to be true but which never existed.

You see, behind that graceful Queen is a young woman who was in love with only one man, and that man was never the King.

 Every time that King Aslan is away, Queen Nerissa would always wait in her chambers for the cloaked man to appear before her. His name was David Arkhaim, a man with his azure blue eyes and his dark brown hair—he was indeed a kind man who loved Nerissa since the beginning. For these stolen moments, they would spend their time reminiscing of their lost love, they would create a future of what could have been, of the children that they should have had. Their laughter, smiles and endearments would always fill up the room, for that small portion of a day, they would feel what is it like to love truly.

Although this love was truly doting as it could seem, they both knew that it was sinful. For they have betrayed both themselves and they ruined the sanctity of marriage.

And secrets—secrets can never last without being revealed.

On one evening, Nerissa tried to fulfilled her role to the king as his woman. But she was neglected, for the King’s grey eyes became cold that night and only looked at her with sadness. Nerissa’s heart turned painful and decided to end what should have ended for a very long time, her love and her strings to David.

David lurked around the palace again to comply to the call of his Queen. From every knights that guarded the castle, he sneaked in without a problem through Nerissa’s domain.

He opened the door with a smile but Nerissa—she’s just sitting down on her bed, her eyes were in gloom and in grief. From that moment, David knew what was going to happen. His heart was breaking but he took his step towards her, and that rage in his heart, ignited a flame in his body.

David kissed Nerissa by her lips, sliding his tongue in her mouth and she did the same. David pulled her up and laid her down by the bed as they continued to relish each other’s lips. As David’s hands seek Nerissa’s skin, looking deeply into her hazelnut eyes, their kiss grew harder and harder. David slowly gropes her breast as he sucked on her neck, slowly removing Nerissa’s gown as he continues pleasuring her andwith Nerissa’s hands pleading for David to remove his clothing. When both of the garbs are removed, Nerissa’s hands scratched on David’s back as his tongue travels from her neck down to her chest. With their groans, their moans, both of them continued their desires’ rhythm for they knew that there will be no another. David entered her with all of him, continued feeling her through and through until both of them reached the peak of their music.

The last embrace, the last kiss and the last of everything—they knew it was it, as their naked bodies felt each other’s warmth, there was also the coldness slowly instilling in their hearts. With only the three words said, David pulled on his clothes and never looked back. The Queen never shed any tears and kept it all in her heart, to remember the scars that she will love to be left in her heart. She has to live for the Kingdom and he have to live for the only woman he loved.

Their chapter ended on such a misery and their book were closed but with a measly piece of paper keeping it ajar.  

One year passed and the Queen gave birth to a heavenly child named Aurora. She was as gorgeous as her mother and her skin was as smooth as pearls. The King and Queen were happy to have brought an angel upon this world and the kingdom rejoiced. There were feasts, there were lanterns, celebrating the highnesses’ first born. The child grew up beautifully like her mother, her hair was long blonde and her eyes was that cerulean blue-- never inherited the colors of her bearer’s eyes. It was enchantingly beautiful and incredibly odd.

After eighteen years, Aurora was really a glam of a maiden. She was free spirited and she was very, very brave. She performed well as a princess since she always sneaks out the palace every while of a chance. She loved seeing the townspeople, she loved interacting with them, her first step outside was a shock for them, but Aurora loved to be treated as equals and that is why, the people loved her more too much in just a small span of time.

Nevertheless, there is this part in the heart of every young woman where they tend to seek for something more and Aurora felt it as well. Every time she’s away, on the green grass fields, she would always wander through a forest, walked and walked, until she reaches a house that is like a small cabin but it would seem like it was beguiling for her, for there the young man with dark brown hair and fairly tanned skin resides—a son of a farmer, Michael. She only knew his name from the gossips of other women, and with just a little step more, her life was just about to really unfold because just when the maiden decided to go back, she turned around and there he stood.