Chapter 37
Chapter 37: Chapter 3
It turns out Katarina needn’t worry about the decision to wed off Princess Thelma. The next day King Castellan called out to his sister inside the throne room, he sent his king’s guards to summon the princess. Castellan posed an image of a conquerer sitting on the silver throne with his sword on his right hand. His eyebrows and eyelashes dark from the Kohl as per Taelin’s tradition, and his hair fell down effortlessly.
Not everyday Castellan embraces his nature as a Prophisian but when he does, he really goes all the way and resembles his father.
Princess Thelma walked inside the throne room and the guards walked outside and closed the door.
Although she was suspicious of perhaps there was something wrong, or could it be that Katarina had told her husband of her theory regarding who slit their father’s throat. Or could it be just her brother wanted to see her, since it’s been a week ever since the coronation ceremony and they haven’t seen each other.
Princess Thelma took a few steps towards the throne “You summon for me brother” she said cheerfully.
“Indeed sister, I was starting to fear that you are avoiding me”
Thelma stuttered “Avoiding you? Why would I, Your Grace?”
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Castellan smiled and stood up. He didn’t show any sign of being wroth or holding grudges towards his sister – after all there was nothing she could do even if she had theories about the king’s murder.
He stood so close to Thelma in such a way that it made her uncomfortable. “You have come of age, and you must marry” said Castellan. “Lucky for you I have a perfect match, Lord Lothar of House Taelin in Loni”
“Lord Lothar, our uncle’s son?” Thelma was shocked.
“He’s our cousin of course. He has pure Taelin blood and a union with him will not only solidify our claim to the throne but his father has an army, just in case we need it”
Thelma clapped back “Army of fishermen isn’t that what you mean?” shr said and that’s because Loni was a small island surrounded by fishermen and merchants.
There was a silent moment between Castellan and princess Thelma. One the king and in charge of all decisions made, while the other an opressed one with few decision to decide for herself.
“What is it sister, I thought you’d be charmed”
Thelma scoffed “Charmed? By the fact that you want to send me hundreds of miles from home” small drop of tears started to form on princess Thelma’s eyes.
“It is your duty to -”
“To be sold off so you can get your army?”
“This is more than you and me sister. This is about the realm and I being it’s protector I have to protect it. Lucian Mithandir is on his way to Maldonia recruiting men and the next thing we know he’s in our gates with over two hundred thousands men. What will we do afterwards?”
“Maybe he can finally sit on his rightful place” Thelma gasped when she realized what she just said.
To speak ill of the king and have suspicious that he may not be the rightful heir to the throne was treason in Prophis for over thirty decades. The punishment for such crime was death. And if Princess Thelma never heard of what happened to the people who spread rumors about her father’s illegality to the throne, then she was so mistaken to say such things to her brother.
However Castellan remained calm after what his sister said. Thelma pleaded “I didn’t mean to -” she was suddenly stopped by a hand raised in the air by Castellan.
Then Castellan walked back to the silver throne and sat comfortably. His face was reddish and that usually happens whenever he is angry. “You will sail to Loni tomorrow at first light. I have already sent word to uncle regarding the union between you and our cousin Lord Lothar Taelin. You are set to leave at once by the order of your king, servants will accompany you to Loni and if you may need any sort of assistance, I will gladly provide. You are not set to return to Prophis until you have provided an heir for Lord Lothar and breed a pure Taelin blood”
Princess Thelma felt vulnerable and weak against Castellan. She obeyed and finished with “Your Grace” and set outside of the throne room with tears running down between her cheeks.
Along the way to her chambers, Prince Ambrose bumped into his sister. He was shocked seeing her in tears and he was anxious to know what happened.
Princess Thelma kept running, she would rather be alone than showing everyone what’s really inside her soul. She clearly noticed it how much she hated her brother. She hated how proud he was, how controlling he can be all the times and what’s worse was that he was king now.
“Sister, sister open the door” Prince Ambrose knocked on Princess Thelma’s chambers but all he heard were tears.
It was no secret Thelma was inside the throne room, and her coming out weeping left one thing suspicious to Prince Ambrose and he knew his brother must have either said something to their sister which was heartbreaking or he’d done something. Was it a head or a tail?
Prince Ambrose didn’t wait to find out when he sprinted towards the throne room and quickly barged inside. Four king’s guards were standing in front of him guarding King Castellan.
“What did you do?” Prince Ambrose shouted. “I am asking you what did you do to our sister?” Ambrose attempted to get over to Castellan who was sitting on the silver throne comfortably. However he was intervened by four swords from the king’s guards ready to pierce his heart.
Prince Ambrose continued “This is how you hide from me? Putting your king’s guards on the front? You’ve always been a coward!”
“Careful brother. You will address me as Your Grace or I’ll have my king’s guards cut out your tongue” Castellan shouted back and stood up, he was wroth with his brother.
“These king’s guards don’t scare me Castellan. If you hurt her... I swear on our father’s grave -”
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Ambrose didn’t even finish before Castellan lashed out “What will you do brother?” he asked arrogantly. “I stand the most high, higher than everyone else in the kingdom. I’m the King!”
“The king who tortures his siblings and his sister?” Prince Ambrose shook his head in disappointed “You are just like father... The reason why our three brothers deserted the kingdom was because he never cared for us. I thought you’d be different when you ascended the throne. But it’s clearly the Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”
“Well, brother I’m sorry to disappoint you”
Prince Ambrose shook his head again and walked away from the throne room disappointed and angry with his brother’s attitude. He went straight to Thelma’s chambers and opened the door, he found Thelma weeping in her pillow.
These two talked for a while and Thelma told Ambrose of her theory, and the fact that Castellan could be the one who slit their father’s throat and blamed Father Henry for it. She also cried at how much she didn’t want to leave Prophis, however the next day early in the morning two servants knocked on her door ready to prepare her for the journey.
Katarina, King Castellan and few Lords saw her off at the harbor as the royal ship awaited to take her to Loni – a distant island hundreds of miles from Prophis. Princess Thelma was in tears saying goodbye to her brothers Prince Ambrose and Frost, she wept at how much she didn’t want to leave.
However Castellan being rude screamed at the captains “It’s freezing outside here, board her in the ship and go” he demanded.
“Castellan...” Katarina reached out for her husband’s hand but since they were putting on a show for Thelma to see, he pretended to not wanting to be consoled.
Ambrose looked at Castellan and then he bit his jaws, there was nothing he could do about that.
“Write to me often sister, I will visit you in Loni when I have the time” Ambrose hugged his sister, they were both crying.
The captains helped Princess Thelma inside the royal ship. Katarina walked to Thelma and kissed her cheeks “Journey well sister... We will see each other again” she said pretending to cry, while all the time it was her idea to send Thelma away.
Princess Thelma held on to Katarina’s arm until the ship was ready to sail. There were no goodbyes between Castellan and Thelma, the bad blood was intense between the two.
As Princess Thelma sailed away to Loni. Prince Ambrose took off the next day and left Prophis, he journeyed with two thousand men loyal to him and their horses. He was aiming to Maldonia with hope that Lucian Mithandir will allow him to join his army so he can fight against his brother’s throne.
The snow was deep but the horses of Prophis adapted to travel in cold conditions and in haste. By the time Castellan found out about his brother’s departure, Prince Ambrose had already traveled a big distance between him and Prophis.
It turns out Katarina needn’t worry about the decision to wed off Princess Thelma. The next day King Castellan called out to his sister inside the throne room, he sent his king’s guards to summon the princess. Castellan posed an image of a conquerer sitting on the silver throne with his sword on his right hand. His eyebrows and eyelashes dark from the Kohl as per Taelin’s tradition, and his hair fell down effortlessly.
Not everyday Castellan embraces his nature as a Prophisian but when he does, he really goes all the way and resembles his father.
Princess Thelma walked inside the throne room and the guards walked outside and closed the door.
Although she was suspicious of perhaps there was something wrong, or could it be that Katarina had told her husband of her theory regarding who slit their father’s throat. Or could it be just her brother wanted to see her, since it’s been a week ever since the coronation ceremony and they haven’t seen each other.
Princess Thelma took a few steps towards the throne “You summon for me brother” she said cheerfully.
“Indeed sister, I was starting to fear that you are avoiding me”
Thelma stuttered “Avoiding you? Why would I, Your Grace?”
.....
Castellan smiled and stood up. He didn’t show any sign of being wroth or holding grudges towards his sister – after all there was nothing she could do even if she had theories about the king’s murder.
He stood so close to Thelma in such a way that it made her uncomfortable. “You have come of age, and you must marry” said Castellan. “Lucky for you I have a perfect match, Lord Lothar of House Taelin in Loni”
“Lord Lothar, our uncle’s son?” Thelma was shocked.
“He’s our cousin of course. He has pure Taelin blood and a union with him will not only solidify our claim to the throne but his father has an army, just in case we need it”
Thelma clapped back “Army of fishermen isn’t that what you mean?” shr said and that’s because Loni was a small island surrounded by fishermen and merchants.
There was a silent moment between Castellan and princess Thelma. One the king and in charge of all decisions made, while the other an opressed one with few decision to decide for herself.
“What is it sister, I thought you’d be charmed”
Thelma scoffed “Charmed? By the fact that you want to send me hundreds of miles from home” small drop of tears started to form on princess Thelma’s eyes.
“It is your duty to -”
“To be sold off so you can get your army?”
“This is more than you and me sister. This is about the realm and I being it’s protector I have to protect it. Lucian Mithandir is on his way to Maldonia recruiting men and the next thing we know he’s in our gates with over two hundred thousands men. What will we do afterwards?”
“Maybe he can finally sit on his rightful place” Thelma gasped when she realized what she just said.
To speak ill of the king and have suspicious that he may not be the rightful heir to the throne was treason in Prophis for over thirty decades. The punishment for such crime was death. And if Princess Thelma never heard of what happened to the people who spread rumors about her father’s illegality to the throne, then she was so mistaken to say such things to her brother.
However Castellan remained calm after what his sister said. Thelma pleaded “I didn’t mean to -” she was suddenly stopped by a hand raised in the air by Castellan.
Then Castellan walked back to the silver throne and sat comfortably. His face was reddish and that usually happens whenever he is angry. “You will sail to Loni tomorrow at first light. I have already sent word to uncle regarding the union between you and our cousin Lord Lothar Taelin. You are set to leave at once by the order of your king, servants will accompany you to Loni and if you may need any sort of assistance, I will gladly provide. You are not set to return to Prophis until you have provided an heir for Lord Lothar and breed a pure Taelin blood”
Princess Thelma felt vulnerable and weak against Castellan. She obeyed and finished with “Your Grace” and set outside of the throne room with tears running down between her cheeks.
Along the way to her chambers, Prince Ambrose bumped into his sister. He was shocked seeing her in tears and he was anxious to know what happened.
Princess Thelma kept running, she would rather be alone than showing everyone what’s really inside her soul. She clearly noticed it how much she hated her brother. She hated how proud he was, how controlling he can be all the times and what’s worse was that he was king now.
“Sister, sister open the door” Prince Ambrose knocked on Princess Thelma’s chambers but all he heard were tears.
It was no secret Thelma was inside the throne room, and her coming out weeping left one thing suspicious to Prince Ambrose and he knew his brother must have either said something to their sister which was heartbreaking or he’d done something. Was it a head or a tail?
Prince Ambrose didn’t wait to find out when he sprinted towards the throne room and quickly barged inside. Four king’s guards were standing in front of him guarding King Castellan.
“What did you do?” Prince Ambrose shouted. “I am asking you what did you do to our sister?” Ambrose attempted to get over to Castellan who was sitting on the silver throne comfortably. However he was intervened by four swords from the king’s guards ready to pierce his heart.
Prince Ambrose continued “This is how you hide from me? Putting your king’s guards on the front? You’ve always been a coward!”
“Careful brother. You will address me as Your Grace or I’ll have my king’s guards cut out your tongue” Castellan shouted back and stood up, he was wroth with his brother.
“These king’s guards don’t scare me Castellan. If you hurt her... I swear on our father’s grave -”
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Ambrose didn’t even finish before Castellan lashed out “What will you do brother?” he asked arrogantly. “I stand the most high, higher than everyone else in the kingdom. I’m the King!”
“The king who tortures his siblings and his sister?” Prince Ambrose shook his head in disappointed “You are just like father... The reason why our three brothers deserted the kingdom was because he never cared for us. I thought you’d be different when you ascended the throne. But it’s clearly the Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”
“Well, brother I’m sorry to disappoint you”
Prince Ambrose shook his head again and walked away from the throne room disappointed and angry with his brother’s attitude. He went straight to Thelma’s chambers and opened the door, he found Thelma weeping in her pillow.
These two talked for a while and Thelma told Ambrose of her theory, and the fact that Castellan could be the one who slit their father’s throat and blamed Father Henry for it. She also cried at how much she didn’t want to leave Prophis, however the next day early in the morning two servants knocked on her door ready to prepare her for the journey.
Katarina, King Castellan and few Lords saw her off at the harbor as the royal ship awaited to take her to Loni – a distant island hundreds of miles from Prophis. Princess Thelma was in tears saying goodbye to her brothers Prince Ambrose and Frost, she wept at how much she didn’t want to leave.
However Castellan being rude screamed at the captains “It’s freezing outside here, board her in the ship and go” he demanded.
“Castellan...” Katarina reached out for her husband’s hand but since they were putting on a show for Thelma to see, he pretended to not wanting to be consoled.
Ambrose looked at Castellan and then he bit his jaws, there was nothing he could do about that.
“Write to me often sister, I will visit you in Loni when I have the time” Ambrose hugged his sister, they were both crying.
The captains helped Princess Thelma inside the royal ship. Katarina walked to Thelma and kissed her cheeks “Journey well sister... We will see each other again” she said pretending to cry, while all the time it was her idea to send Thelma away.
Princess Thelma held on to Katarina’s arm until the ship was ready to sail. There were no goodbyes between Castellan and Thelma, the bad blood was intense between the two.
As Princess Thelma sailed away to Loni. Prince Ambrose took off the next day and left Prophis, he journeyed with two thousand men loyal to him and their horses. He was aiming to Maldonia with hope that Lucian Mithandir will allow him to join his army so he can fight against his brother’s throne.
The snow was deep but the horses of Prophis adapted to travel in cold conditions and in haste. By the time Castellan found out about his brother’s departure, Prince Ambrose had already traveled a big distance between him and Prophis.
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