The fall
1254 Words
Present day
Silver Kingdom(southern Kingdom)
Queen Aira:
It had been a long day for Queen Aira and her new husband, Elian a noble knight.
They had just been married that morning,a union meant to bring peace and strength to their realm.
Aira had taken up the throne after her mother's death two winters ago. He had been a great king, loved by the people, but his passing left the kingdom fragile and surrounded by enemies. Many believed her too young to rule, yet she proved them wrong .
she was calm, clever, and strong enough to command even seasoned warriors.
Even without the aid of dragons that once rode their skies,she has gone to battle and came victorious.
By nightfall, the castle had grown quiet. The last of the guests had retired and for the first time all day, Aira allowed herself to rest. In her chambers where she and Elian finally shared a moment of peace.
Silence filled the room as Elian removed his cloak and gloves, setting them aside. The air between them felt uncertain, weighted with both duty and longing.
“It still feels unreal,” Aira said, her voice quiet. “This morning I was a queen alone. Tonight I am someone’s wife.”
He stepped closer. “A wife who still rules a kingdom,” he said gently. “And one whose courage humbles her husband.”
That made her smile, faintly. “You speak as if you know me already.”
“I would like to.” He hesitated. “If you’ll let me.”
For a moment neither moved.Then Aira drew a slow breath and turned to face him fully. Her eyes searched his.
“It’s my first,” she admitted, almost a whisper. “Be gentle.”
Elian’s expression softened. He reached for her hand, his calloused fingers warm against her skin. “You have my word,” he said. “Tonight isn’t about duty. It’s about us.”
Her pulse quickened as he kissed her lips slowly.
“You may tell me to stop, at any time,” he murmured.
“I won’t,” she answered.
He smiled at that, His other hand rose to trace the edge of her gown, the silk catching faintly against his fingers. “Then we’ll begin slowly,” he said.
“May I?”
Aira nodded.
Then he kissed her,She gently laid on her back,While Elian took of his clothes and leaned over her,he kisses her lips gently while she holds his face closer as if afraid that he might leave.
His member hardened by all the excitement,then he slowly pulls up her gown and freeing her from the silk,he looks at her engorged n*pples and couldn't resist the sight,he bends and takes it to his mouth.
the thought of it all made her shiver,she could feel it his hard member inside her slowly and gentle he thr*sted,between kisses,she let out a soft moan.
As both of them were still lost in their little world, they were suddenly interrupted by a loud bang.
The doors rattled. The sound echoed through the chamber, sharp and violent enough to shake them out of their closeness.
Elian froze, his head snapping toward the noise. Aira’s heart pounded, confused. Then came another explosion louder this time followed by screams echoing from the courtyard below.
Aira and Elian rushed out of bed, their hearts pounding as the explosion continued. They dressed quickly. The sounds of panic outside grew louder shouts, running feet, the ringing of the warning bells.
When they reached the war room, chaos reigned. Maps were scattered across the long oak table and the air was filled with tension.
Generals shouted orders over one another as soldiers rushed in and out.
“We’re under attack!” General Kiro said, slamming his fist on the table. “It’s Draven. After all these years… they’ve finally come.”
“Bloody c*wards,” growled General Ryker, “Striking at night.”
Aira stepped to the head of the table, her tone commanding. “Send word to the northern walls , hold the line. Archers to the east towers. Evacuate the civilians through the southern gate. No one leaves a sword idle.”
The generals bowed and hurried out to obey.
Elian placed a hand on her shoulder. “Be safe”he said.
She said nothing and just headed to the door.
Aira never thought the enemy would be this strong.
She had fought until her arms ached and the soles of her boots felt as if they would peel away. Her grandfather had told stories of a time when dragons answered the call of their people,when Draven’s fiercest enemies broke and fled at the sight of wings. Those dragons were gone now, become one with the earth, now they had to fight for themselves.
She had cut down as many as she could,but they kept coming even stronger.
"i will not give up not inow,i have to protect my people"she said those words to herself as she fought.
But her new found motivation was killed when a stray arrow lanced through her thigh.
she stumbled and nearly fell. Elian was there before she hit the ground.
He held her and carried her back to the courtroom.
“No,” she said before he could lay her on the bench. “I have to go back. My people” Her voice was raw. “They need me.”
“You’re hurt,” Elian said. “You’re staying here.” He didn’t ask; he would not ask. He picked his sword and headed back to war.
Gwen, her personal maid, waited at the inner hall with a towel clutched between trembling fingers. Elian demanded she tend Aira, and Gwen took her inside, set Aira down on a low cot and pressed clean cloths to the wound. Her hands were steady but her face was pale.
“Do we have a chance?” Gwen asked, with a trembling voice.
She wanted to lie,she could but what's the point.
“They’re strong,” she said finally, “Stronger than we expected. But we will survive.”
They enjoyed a little silence as Gwen wrapped up the wound.
The the palace erupted. Screams was heard through the corridors women and children clamoring in terror.
"They’re here!" someone shouted.
I’m going,” Aira told Gwen.
“Stay!” Gwen cried. “You’re bleeding”
“No.” Aira’s voice was softer than Gwen’s but it carried an unarguable authority. She pushed the hair from her face. “If I don’t fight, who will?”
She rose, one hand clasping the sword, the other weighing each step as if learning to stand.
As she approached the throne room she saw him, Prince Kael,the eldest son of House Draven, the one who had led the siege.
He gave a slow, theatrical chuckle at the sight of her.
“Surrender,” he called,“You can make this easy.”
Her fingers tightened on her sword.
“Never,” she said,ready to strike.
But then someone came up behind her,A soldier one of Kael’s.he seized Elian from behind with a sword to his throat.
"Drop your sword,” the kael said, voice as flat as iron. “Drop it, or his throat shall be slit.”
Aira saw the fear in Elian's eye and the sharp blade against his skin.
She let the sword fall.
Just as she did a heavy blow landed on her head from behind causing her to pass out.
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