guidance & comfort | melisande

[Aiden Kael Fabre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:250px; background-color:#f1f1f1; border:2px solid #3b3b3b,bTable] I'VE BEEN A FOOL AND I'VE BEEN BLIND Aiden was frustrated. He had gone into town for the day, to talk with the people and see how things were faring. He was always shocked by some of the areas of Skara City. Rampant with crime and death, and no one to really do anything about it. Sure, their were a few soldiers who would intervene, but it wasn't their job. He was thankful that there were people that would help out of the kindness of their heart, but it wasn't enough. Something had to be done about it, and soon. Knowing his father though, who only cared for money and power, it would likely never happen while he was still on the throne. It probably wouldn't be done by Archie either, at least of his own will. A man so lazy and reluctant to become king would be used as a puppet by the other nobles. Aiden sighed. The pouch full of coins that he wore on his belt when he went to the city was nearly empty. He didn't mind giving a bit of money to those who desperately needed it, he rather enjoyed it. He just hated that he had to do it in the first place. As soon as he returned to the palace, he sought out his mother. Aiden always turned to her when he was feeling the way he was now. She always comforted him and encouraged him. Aiden wasn't sure what he would do if he didn't have his mother around to comfort him. He soon found a servant and asked where his mother was. He was pointed in the direction of her chambers, and he quickly headed there. It was at times like these that he hated that the castle was so large. When he arrived, he knocked on the door. “Mother, it's Aiden. May I come in?” he asked. He hoped she was actually in there. If heard no response, then he would have to search again. [/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:-125px; border:2px solid #3b3b3b; background-image:url(http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g65/sonofthedawn88/guy/kxKAi.png); margin-bottom:5px] tags: Melisande words: 327 notes: short post credit to ALPHA of GS and BTN.

[MELISANDE FABRE]

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[/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=style,width:350px; background-color:#fff;][style=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; margin:20 40; color:#555; text-align:justify;]T'was another beautiful day in Delflou Spero.

Warm sunlight filtered in through the gap in the gauzy curtains, beckoning her. And Melisande complied, but only ventured far enough to peer out across the wide expanse of the countryside. How long had it been since she'd last been permitted to go riding? She longed for the freedom of feeling the wind in her hair, of the presence of her proud steed beneath her as they galloped recklessly across the hilly terrain. Lukas had - at one time - encouraged her to go out and explore the Kingdom that was now also hers to command. But there had been drastic changes in his demeanor since then, and now he insisted that she remain within the safety of the castle walls. Part of her understood that his concern for her well-being was genuine, but she'd never felt more like a prisoner within her own home. And what was worse, he hardly made the effort to visit her. For the most part, she was left to her own devices. And sometimes, it was near impossible to preoccupy herself.

So one might imagine her relief, when she heard Aiden's voice call to her from outside the door of her chambers.

"Of course, darling." With a smile, she pulled her silk robes more closely about her slender form, and crossed the empty expanse of the room to open the door. Immediately she was greeted with the sight of her beloved son, and she motioned him inside before shutting the door quickly behind him. Without even tapping into her power, she could sense straight away that something was on his mind. "Something is troubling you," she then proceeded, gesturing politely for one of her maids to bring up a tray of tea and cookies.

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[Aiden Kael Fabre]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:250px; background-color:#f1f1f1; border:2px solid #3b3b3b,bTable] I'VE BEEN A FOOL AND I'VE BEEN BLIND Aiden smiled, seeing his mother's face. Spending time with her always made him feel a bit better. He wouldn't be able to rely on her to make him feel better forever though. He tried to be strong, to be independent, but sometimes the only thing he wanted was to just sit next to her and let his worries drift away. He sat down, and sighed. He attempted to form words in his head, but he was having a difficult time. There were so many things he wanted to say, he just couldn't organize sentences. When a tray was placed in front of them, he decided a cup of tea would help him to relax. The maid poured them both a cup. He dropped in a spoonful of sugar and stirred it. Aiden took a large sip, the hot beverage sliding down his throat. It was hot, burning his throat a bit, but it was a sensation he enjoyed. He started feeling a bit more relaxed, and the words started to come. “I visited the city this morning,” he started, not looking at his mother. He had come back from the city upset to many times for it to be obvious what was bothering him. Sometimes his visits to Skara City went fine, and he enjoyed them. But sometimes he saw something that just set him off. “I'm just-” he stopped, choosing his words carefully. “I'm tired of going there and seeing people on streets, begging for money. Stores closing because they can't afford to stay open. People who are sick and dying. I just want to do something, but I feel powerless.” He sat back and leaned against his mother, trying to find comfort in her arms. “I want to do something, but nothing can be done when the ruler of this world could care less about his subjects.” His mother was the only one who he shared these feelings with. Aria and Kathryn might suspect it, but he only expressed the feelings to the Queen. It was probably because deep down, he suspected she felt similarly. Sometimes he had a hard time believing that he was the son of that man. The man that cared more for money and power than he cared for his people. The man that would kill his own son if it wasn't for a mother who didn't even share blood with the child, a man who had no compassion for anything. He never wanted to be like that man. “I sometimes find it hard to even believe I'm related to that man,” he said quietly through gritted teeth. He took another sip of tea, then took a bit of a cookie, snapping it in half. [/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:-125px; border:2px solid #3b3b3b; background-image:url(http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g65/sonofthedawn88/guy/kxKAi.png); margin-bottom:5px] tags: Melisande words: 450 notes: hope you enjoy this credit to ALPHA of GS and BTN.