Chapter 57
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CHAPTER 57
“Prince Aragorn!” Yosef can’t help but go outside the carriage when Prince Aragorn fell to the ground. Blood was running from his forehead, and he lost consciousness. Yosef glanced at his comrades, who were still fighting with the rebels.
“Yosef, carry the prince inside the carriage,” Veneer said and threw a piece of rock towards the direction of the rebels. “Now!”
Yosef, with all of his strength, tried to lift the prince. The prince was heavier than him, but at least they can move an inch from their position.
Lolita couldn’t handle it anymore. If she’ll stay inside and let her companions fight until they have bruises all over their body, then staying inside will bother her forever. And now, the prince lost his consciousness and was hit by a stone. She balled her fists, shoved the curtains of the carriage, and jumped outside.
She heard Lola calling her, but she didn’t mind her. What she wanted is to help her companions in fighting the rebels. She may be a woman, but she wasn’t that afraid to face death and bruises. She first assisted Yosef in bringing Prince Aragorn to the carriage. His forehead was still bleeding, and the stone created a bump on his forehead.
“Hideo told you to stay inside. Why did you get out, Lolita? Stay here. It’s dangerous outside,” Yosef pleaded and grabbed Lolita’s hand.
“But Yosef, I don’t have to stay inside if their lives were at risk. I have to help them.”
“Lolita, look at Prince Aragorn. He lost his consciousness, and he’s at risk. Do you want to be in his condition?”
Lolita pursed her lips. Yosef’s right; she didn’t want to be in the prince’s position. She stayed inside the carriage but glanced outside through the window. The men were having difficulty facing the rebels, especially if they’re continuously throwing stones at them.
Veneer’s knee got hit by a rock and fell to the ground. At the same time, he hit one of the rebels on his chest. That’s why the rebel chose to step back.
Azrael was gritting his teeth, trying to hit the sword on the rebel’s head. The rebel ran towards him while holding a sword, but he kicked its chest for the rebel to drop back to the ground.
On the other hand, Leo’s showing his inhumane fighting skills, creating cuts and bruises for the rebels he’s facing. He didn’t mind if he’ll kill this person in front of him. He wants to stop them from getting what they wanted, which is the prince of Caspian.
Hideo kept on fighting the rebel he’s facing and thought this one was the most expert on their group. He can’t count the number of times his head was almost beheaded. His sword paid with the rebel trying to get a single cut on it. Even though the rebel was better than him in sword fighting, he’ll still fight because that’s what he learned during his training.
He bit his lip, lunged forward, and thought his sword’s going to reach the rebel, but it didn’t. The rebel smiled at him before slashing the blade towards his face. He tried his best to dodge it, but it was too late. His face got cut by the rebel’s sword, and blood dripped from it.
“Hideo!” Lolita can’t help it. Her comrades were getting cuts and bruises, and she’s just staring at them. Hideo got an extended amount on his face and blood flowing from it. She can’t handle it anymore and released herself by standing up and getting outside.
She heard Yosef calling her name, but she didn’t mind him. She started picking stones and rocks outside and threw them in the rebels' direction. Back then, she’s playing with stones and throwing them into the water or into a can. It’s not her time to show it to anyone and let it be helpful in their current problem.
She smiled when the rocks fell on the rebels' heads one by one. Unluckily, she can’t throw the same large stone they used to hit Aragorn because she can’t throw it in the distance.
The rebels stopped fighting with them and ran away for escape. Leo and Hideo tried to catch them, but rebels threw stones on the way. They stopped and tried to catch air.
“You did a great job, Lolita.” Leo smiled at her. She’s glad to help, and now they had to go back to the palace and treat their bruises and cuts.
Sphyra was watching Queen Amira writing on the table while she was cleaning the dining room around. The queen had been writing since noon, and it’s already three in the afternoon. Her hands must be tired and shaking after what she’s doing.
“Your Highness, what are you writing? You’ve been doing it for hours.”
Queen Amira stopped, looked at her, smiling. “This is just my personal journal, and the others were letters to some people that I know. I love to do this, especially when I’m bored. This is for me to kill time and let my thoughts onto the paper. Being the queen or the most powerful woman in the palace, stress and pressure are always there for me to face. This is my way of releasing them out and de-stress.”
Sphyra trudged to the chair and sat next to the queen. “You have amazing and legible handwriting, Your Highness.”
“I didn’t when I was younger, but I practiced so I can understand my own handwriting. Don’t you want to try writing out your thoughts? You can let me read them or kept them for yourself.”
“Apologies, Your Highness. I badly want to, but my mind cannot handle words and paragraphs make. And I was never taught to write since I was a child.”
“You can’t write even simple letters?” Sphyra rattled her head. “If that’s the case, let me be your instructor. I don’t have that many duties except attending special events with the king. Since you’re staying here, I’m going to teach you.”
Throughout the following minutes, the queen taught her how to grip her hands onto the quill. They started first by writing lines, symbols, curves, and letters.
“You’re a fast learner. I remember so many women who have had difficulty with it for years, but you understand it for a few minutes. Tomorrow, come back here at the same time, and we’ll practice again.”
Sphyra stood up and placed the brush on the queen’s container. She was about to leave when the door opened, letting one of the servants enter. Doubts were traced from her face, and she was reaching out for air.
“Your Highness, the prince had arrived inside his room along with the others. The trading of the resources was successful, but they were attacked by a group of rebels on their way back. They said the Prince Aragorn was hit by a stone, and now he wasn’t waking up.”
Adrenaline was absorbed by Sphyra and Queen Amira’s bodies. They didn’t think of anything else but running towards Aragorn’s room.
The door inside the prince’s room slammed open. King Argon and a palace doctor were there to check on Aragorn. The disappointment was plastered on the king’s face since if something happened to his son, he’s the one to blame for sending him to the mission. He thought when he sent him, the citizens of Caspian would stop thinking that he’s a couch potato prince who was chilling all day long inside his room. Things got worse, and they should’ve not thought about making Aragorn’s image to the citizens of Caspian better.
The blood stopped dripping from Aragorn’s forehead, but his bruise was still swollen and traceable. It looked like something had happened to him seriously.
“How long is he going to be like that?” Queen Amira asked. She clung to her hands-on King Argon’s arms.
“I don’t know either, Your Highness. But this wasn’t that bad. His loss of consciousness was because of the impact and pressure that happened earlier. We hope for his recovery after a few days.”
“How many days?” Queen Amira asked back.
“I don’t know, Your Highness. We should wait.” The doctor smiled at her before leaving. She was so scared that she might lose her son because of what happened. Aragorn will be bedridden for days, and she won’t be hearing his voice for that exact amount of time.
“I apologize, Amira. This is my fault. I should’ve not sent him on this task,” said King Argon as he wrapped his arms around his wife’s body.
“No, Argon. It wasn’t your fault. You just did your part as the king of the palace of Caspian, and you gave Aragorn a job to do. It is the rebels to blame. If only they could approve of the laws you created, they won’t be doing a lot of conflicts in the palace.”
“Life and leadership are always like that. You can’t please anyone no matter how beneficial your decision is. I hope the conflict between the palace and the rebels would stop since I don’t want anyone that I love would get hurt again.”
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