03-12-2017, 08:37 PM
Two weeks. Exactly ten days since Warren Shieldheart had been banished from the country for arbitrary reasons. Ten days since Connor had shut himself in his room and cut off most forms of human contact. Others had reported seeing him about the palace, though Princess Alstroemeria herself had not.
The palace had been unusually quiet and tension was palpable. Though, perhaps that was partially due to the weird distortions in light and shadow that seemed to follow the young prince lately. Even now, Alstroemeria felt a strange aura as she stood outside of her brother’s room.
Likely related to this, it hadn’t taken much effort to convince the guards at his door to go elsewhere for a half and hour or so. However, it was a strange feeling being alone in such a large, cold and quiet hall. The sounds of every small movement seemed to be amplified, so the notion of privacy seemed moot. Regardless she gave one last look at the hall to ensure she was alone.
Alstroemeria sighed deeply, and knocked on the door.
“Brother. May I speak with you? I know you may not believe me when I say this, but I am worried about you. And… there are some things I wish to discuss with you.”
She sighed again. “...Things I know you would want to hear.”
She had spoke quietly, and leaned up close to the door to ensure she was heard. To her surprise, she was met with no resistance, and the door swung open. Alstro blinked as she stood at the threshold, still uncertain whether to step in or not.
“Connor? I apologize, I thought the door was locked.”
The palace had been unusually quiet and tension was palpable. Though, perhaps that was partially due to the weird distortions in light and shadow that seemed to follow the young prince lately. Even now, Alstroemeria felt a strange aura as she stood outside of her brother’s room.
Likely related to this, it hadn’t taken much effort to convince the guards at his door to go elsewhere for a half and hour or so. However, it was a strange feeling being alone in such a large, cold and quiet hall. The sounds of every small movement seemed to be amplified, so the notion of privacy seemed moot. Regardless she gave one last look at the hall to ensure she was alone.
Alstroemeria sighed deeply, and knocked on the door.
“Brother. May I speak with you? I know you may not believe me when I say this, but I am worried about you. And… there are some things I wish to discuss with you.”
She sighed again. “...Things I know you would want to hear.”
She had spoke quietly, and leaned up close to the door to ensure she was heard. To her surprise, she was met with no resistance, and the door swung open. Alstro blinked as she stood at the threshold, still uncertain whether to step in or not.
“Connor? I apologize, I thought the door was locked.”