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<b>A forgotten Promise A young maiden, only about seventeen or so in age, wandered down the streets of Buya. Her skirts were beautiful silk made only from the finest of butterflies, and her hair a black of midnight's sky captured in a moment. It was known that she had the most beautiful smile in all the kingdoms, and that such youth was the chosen one of Prince Koln. It is unknown how she came to be in the palace. only that she was the most beautiful lady in all the palace past and present. Much gossip was created by her lack of history. A nobleman's daughter, sent from far away, mystical lands to cement a peace between the kingdoms. A slave, saved from the rotten Ogre camp. A young woman who was of peasant blood, but of brave and strong heart - a hero in her own right. The prince of course adored her, and treated her as his pet. She, in turn, enjoyed his pleasurable company as his companion. A past kept secret, is one which does not hurt a future, you see. A lesson which the young maiden learned early on. Her mother passed on, and her father a drunkard, she had no one. She had created the visage of a lady, and played it well. It is here that I pause to include you in a secret: the king, as kings go, was curious of this young woman. He urged his son to be more careful, to be wary of such a fine young woman without any history. "It is not right," he said "to be seen with a woman who is not of noble blood. She does not have the background of a noble Nagnang woman, or any other Kingdom. We musn't allow filth or spies into our kingdom!" "Father, I love her dearly! I know in my heart she is the one I wish to marry, and that she is good." The king pleaded with his son, "I emplore you, my son! Nothing so pretty on the eyes, is ever so soft on the heart! She is more than likely a spy from another kingdom, bent on destroying us!" The Prince would not listen, and the father became more and more impatient with each passing day. He finally called a ball, one of which he invited all the royals in all the kingdoms across the land. The men and women were dressed in their finest garb, and their finest silks. A party for the rich and the well to do. The King spoke to many of these men and women that night, none of which seemed to know of the beautiful maiden betrothed to the Prince. To the distain of the King, all who he spoke to only thought well of the young woman, for she was well known at this time for being kind, loyal and giving. "A wonderful princess, queen and wife, she will be!" They exclaimed. The king by this point was furious. A young woman who was not known by a single royal in all the land? Impossible!" The ending of the ball drew near and the King was beside himself. It was then he made the rash action of speaking of his issues with the young maiden. He cornered her and stood above her, in an attempt to intimidate her. She merely peered up at the king and asked sweetly: " What is it, my king?" The King accused her of being a spy, a vagrant, and a woman without virtue! It was not the finest moment for the king. The young woman smiled sweetly and laughed, "I am no spy, lord. I am but a humble woman, a woman of noble birth. Do you not recognize your own dead wife? The one you murdered many years ago. Such humble beginnings, such brutality." The King stared wide at the young woman, "I know not what you speak of! You are a witch, are you not?" The young woman smiled and removed a staff from the folds of her beautiful gown, the long blade shining in the moonlight. It was then the disguise fell away, to reveal an familiar woman. "I am not witch, no. I am something much more frightening for those who have forgotten his own humble beginnings. You have forgotten your history, and forgotten our deal. A promise which ends with this kingdom." A swing of that great blade, and a yelp of fear from the man who once had been nothing but a poor noble turned King. The young woman smiled. Phayom | |