He stood as still as stone.
He dared not disturb her, for she was precious. A diamond encased in rock. Though that was unseen compared to the heaviness that weighed on his soul. His wife, his
Queen, had been injured and seized. Such an atrocity throttled him. He had shed blood, and men gave their lives for her. Resources and time expended, all the behest of Sylvester. His charging hand guided these events to their climax and resolution in one swift motion. And yet, all he could do was remain still. Remain absolutely quiet as his Arina lays there, recoiling in her pain and sorrow.
But the long sorrow was only temporary.
When dawn came, and the morning's rooster cawed, Arina called for her King. He was there in an instant. He listened to each word with bated breath, uneasy and drowsy from the night's sleeplessness.
“Sylvester please come hold me close to you and tell me everything will be all right for I don’t want you to leave me.”
Sylvester, without a second thought, did just that. He pulled her straight into his embrace, and held her there tightly. "My dearest Arina, the mother of this kingdom, and the light of its people, everything is alright. I will never disappear from your side. You belong there, and I belong to yours. Nothing, be it man nor beast, will come to disown such a vow."
In their embrace, time had past and Arina became curious as to Sylvester's ability to find her. He had hoped that he didn't have to answer the question, but it appeared her curosity got the best of her. However, he had other ideas. "I cannot answer that for it would endanger you further, and you have suffered so much as it is. As for my feelings on the matter, it caused me great anguish. It showed me that I must wield a steel hand, in order to protect those I cherish most." He was earnest in this.
For such a thing to happen under his watch would invariably cause a scandal to erupt among the other kingdoms, but it only served to insult Sylvester's ability to protect. This offense went beyond a mere challenge of kingship, but a sheer challenge of manhood. This was personal.
And from there, the next two days became routine. Sylvester would handle the mornings affairs, visit his sleeping wife, and then tend to the rest of the day's ails before retiring for the night. And both nights he kissed her forehead and wished for speedy recovery. Thankfully, his wishes were heard.
On the third day, Arina surprised him with her presence at breakfast. She came over and placed a kiss upon his cheek.
“Good Morning sweetheart, I felt like I was strong enough today to come join you for breakfast.”
"Then I welcome you, truly." All he did was smile, a warmth having arrived on his face. He was humbly excited to have her on her feet again.
As the two ate, Arina took the opportunity to blindside him with yet another question.
“Sylvester dear I was wondering if we could possibly take a carriage ride out to the country this afternoon so I can get some fresh air. Plus we have not done it since before we were married.”
He thought about this for a moment. He debated it in his own mind, running the pros and cons of allowing such a thing. He only sighed, having realized that it was for her health in the long run. So, he nodded and said, "Very well."
They talk for a little bit longer, but then Arina came to take his hand in her's saying,
“This morning I think I will spend some time in my sitting room doing some needle work and maybe even writing a letter to my mother. If you need me for anything you can find me in there.”
He was not opposed to this, as he had some of his own things to attend to before leaving for this carriage ride. Thus he said, "I'll see you when the time comes my dearest." He accepted the kiss on the lips and watched with a calm smile as she departed for the sitting room.
Meanwhile he spent his morning in the war room receiving the latest reports from his kingdom. It appeared that everything had been progressing as planned, and there were very little issues. However, the only thing of note was the fact that the bandit problem had still yet to be solved. Sylvester heard that small caravan from Bakewell was attacked by bandits traveling to the capital. This attack marked the third so far, including what happened to his wife.
He looked to his newly appointed war master and said, "Have a small troop of our most experienced swords. I want these men to travel with me to the country side to seek out their hideout."
Warmaster Yarnik was to be his name, and he was one of the seven men still standing from the recovery effort. He held a nasty scar upon his face from that fight. He said, without skipping a beat, "They'll be ready by the afternoon."
"Good. That's when we plan to leave. As for the other reports?" Sylvester looked to Yarnik with some matter of curosity.
"Not favorable. I didn't think running a small militia was going to be this difficult, but keeping the current men we have from losing their morale is a losing battle my King." Yarnik was rather forward for someone in political power, but that's what Sylvester adrmired about Yarnik.
That aside, Sylvester sighed heavily and crossed his arms. He pondered his next move and shook his head, "Alright then.. I stand by my order, but this time we have a goal in mind. If we eradicate these bandits, then our food stores will increase so that we may survive both the New Moon Tithe and winter."
Yarnik nodded, and started to leave saying, "I'll go and prepare our finest swords. We end this before the New Moon Tithe, my King."
Sylvester followed him out, only affirming with a nod.
The afternoon came and it was time to go on a journey out into the countryside. Sylvester, flanked by two armed men, stepped up to the sitting room door and peered inside to find his wife asleep. Having told the men to wait outside, he came in to gently wake her. He said, "My wife, the time has come for us to travel to the countryside." His voice barely broke a whisper in those few, scant, seconds.
Once she was up, awake, and in the proper attire, she would've escorted out and down into the carriage where she stepped into a lavish carriage fit for any royal couple. Flanked on either side of this carriage were seven of the kingdom's finest knights, all of whom had blood on their swords from previous battles.
Sylvester looked to Arina and smiled asking, "Are you ready my dear?"
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