The Departure of Another Year

In some ways the holiday celebrations can be as stressing as going to war.

The time it takes to organize a gala, decide on the menu, oversee the decorations and manage the invitation list, is overwhelming to say the least.

Over the years I have hosted many parties in Krespania and have developed my own sense of perfection in arrangements, so that even in Agmar I find myself supervising with my usual vigor and commitment.

But after planning a Christmas event and then my brother's birthday celebration a few days after, I find myself a little fatigued amidst administrating the New Year's ball.

I have no sympathy from Lennox though; He would rather have me forget the whole thing since he does not particularly like social gatherings, with the exception of his birthday, of course.

But Meredith noticed, and has since then put an end to my party planning.

My lady-in-waiting says that I have already done more than enough, and that it is pointless to continue to stress myself when others can handle it.

Beginning with last month she has been especially protective of me, and I know it is because she fears I will exhaust myself as I did after going to war and have a relapse.

So she pampers and fusses over me, like a mother hen, and insists I rest if I show signs of even the slightest fatigue.

That is why I am writing at this moment, because she will not allow me to take part in any more activity until this evening.

I admit that the basis of her concern is reasonable.

At certain moments I still feel as if I have not quite recovered to full health, and I tire more easily than in the past.

For reasons I cannot understand the fight against the Lorates rendered me weaker than I would have imagined.

I have been in many battles and they have not had this effect on me. Perhaps I needed more reconditioning and training...

Anyway, Meredith will take it to prove her point that I should remain at Krespania instead of going to war.

The party decorations are festive and hung beautifully about the great hall, the long tables are being prepared and set with delicious food. Roast quail, partridge and other fowl will be served, along with mutton and Lennox's favorite, veal. There will be cranberry jelly, fresh pomegranates and strawberrys, vegetables, and piping hot bread also.

And very soon our friends and guests will arrive, and together we will celebrate the ending of this year and the beginning of the new year.

The thought of all this fills my heart with cheer and merriment, and makes me giddy.

I do not know what this new year holds for me but for now I am going to relish this moment together with my loved ones and friends and enjoy it as best I can.

May this new year find you in good health, and surrounded by family and those you love dearest.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

 Queen of Krespania

The Dawn of Christmastide

It is hard to believe the Christmas season is once again upon us.

It seemed only yesterday that I started this archive and yet it is now nearly a year old.

The Agmar castle is aglow with festive decorations. Each object of garland hung on the walls and mantels speak of Christmas cheer, candles from every corner spreads an inner warmth and joy.

The dull gray stone walls have never looked more radiant in all their adornments.

A week ago the Ruler came into Saundros, the Krespanian sea-port, with Captain Christian Bentione bringing an invitation from my brother to join him at his castle for the holidays.

It has been several years since I have had Christmas at Agmar, usually having my own festivities to host at LunaMara, that Lennox always came to me but I thought this would be a good change of pace.

Since most of my childhood was spent at Agmar the place holds a dear position in my heart.

The familiarity in every wall, beam and staircase gives a heartwarming reminder of my parents and the many Christmas's we celebrated there together as I grew up.

The memories are bittersweet when I recall how we four sat by the fireplace many a time, sipping hot apple cider and listening to Father retelling a story of his younger days and his many adventures.

I can picture Lennox as he listened intently to Father, drinking in every word with wide eyes, and with a grin so large it filled half his face.

That same love for adventure has never been lost in him since.

Then there was Mother, sitting there as graceful and beautiful as ever I can remember, with a gentle smile, softly interjecting here and there that she remembered the story a little different then how Father was describing it.

And I remember how the fire glowed in the reflection of Father's animated eyes just as strong as the joy of telling his narrative.

And how his deep, strong voice rose and fell with the suspense of the tale, and when he laughed it filled the room with a sound both joyous and warmhearted.

Those were precious moments that I will not forget, and though our parents are not with us anymore, we still find joy in reminiscing those times and making our own traditions between the two of us.

Such as the tradition of handpicking our own Christmas tree.

A few days ago, Lennox and I, accompanied by a party of friends and servants, rode out to the forest close to the castle and searched for the perfect tree.

It was several hours before both Lennox and I were satisfied and agreed on one, and then he continued in his customary way to cut down the tree with his favorite ceremonial axe, that is too large and lavish to be of any ordinary use.

The tree is a glorious one, standing twelve feet high, and fills the Great Hall with it's fresh and earthy aroma. The foliage is a rich, deep green and it's branches are straight and well formed.

The hall's appearance was much improved by the Christmas tree once it was decorated and arrayed in all it's glory, and my brother and I are exceedingly satisfied at choosing it.

I cannot think of ever having a better one.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

Queen of Krespania

Rest & Relaxation

One tends to forgot what a comfort the home is until they leave it.

The joy in first seeing LunaMara palace, as we crested the hill entering Estrillo, was full and heartfelt inside me. I did not know how much I had missed it until we returned home.

Since I had been away I had longed for it's warm fireplaces, it's cold stone walls and marble floors, and everything surrounding it.

But mostly I longed for my own bed, to be able to sleep on something more comfortable than the hard portable beds used for traveling.

From the time the war begun I had lost an enormous amount of sleep, laboring over tactics and strategies for hours on end and issuing orders and commands to the men; and then there was the battle.

It left me sapped of all strength, and the many hits to my shield left my arm severely bruised and swollen.

My ever so loyal lady-in-waiting, Meredith, saw my lifeless condition when we returned to the camp in victory and at once took control, seeing that I had sustenance and then rest and no disturbances for the duration of the journey home.

My body craved sleep and my eyes could not be held open any longer but sound slumber was not to be found, and I only dozed intermittently on the rough roads leading to Krespania.

Once we arrived at the palace I ordered a hot bath and then retired to my bed, where I collapsed, mentally and physically drained from the past ordeal.

I slept through a whole day before I awoke next and it was many days before I was completely rested.

But when I was recovered enough to bear some news I learned from Meredith that my dear friends, the King and Queen of Asram had arrived while I was away. Having been traveling near Krespania, they had decided to visit me but found I had gone to war therefore they chose to wait until my arrival home.

This was welcoming news to me. King Brinsley and Queen Acora had been close to my family for years being Agmar's neighbor and allies, and their visit shed some cheer upon my depressed countenance.

Between Meredith and Acora, who was just as concerned about my health as my lady-in-waiting, I could not make a move as they demanded I remain in bed and rest, much to my frustration. But with such intensive attendance I was back on my feet in a matter of days and my spirit is much rejuvenated now.

I do not deserve their pampering yet I am exceedingly grateful to them for being with me and helping me through it all, and without them I likely would not have recovered so speedily.

They are such a comfort.

I need to close now. I promised Meredith I would not spend too long writing and tax myself in the process.

Until later...

-Emerald de Gavrillac

 Queen of Krespania

The Journey Home

The shadows have long since grown and faded as night has once again fallen on the camp. But tonight we have reason to rejoice, for victory has been won!


We are finally on our way back to Krespania. When we made camp, my Lady insisted on writing of the consequences of the ambush but I refused. She was exhausted and barely able to hold her Jomacha cup. So she entrusted the duty to me. Thus this entry will be written by Meredith de Barra, her lady-in-waiting.


In light of this responsibility, I shall take the liberty of starting my short narrative near the beginning but from a different standpoint. Worry not, my Lady's accounts will not be revisited.


When the hour for battle arrived I implored the Queen not to go. I told her her presence in the camp would be enough to incite courage in the men's hearts, but alas! She is remarkably stubborn and, I'm afraid, too adventure prone. Those of us remaining watched as they road off, the Queen leading her men to the rescue of the small kingdom of Kordana. When they were out of sight, I returned to the tents to help prepare for the coming injured. I will readily admit my frustration at not being allowed to accompany the Queen as I was accustomed to. Though I cannot measure up to the strength and experience of her bodyguards, Joktan and Jokthan, I was determined she needed me.


Reports of the battles' progress came too intermittently. We held our breath as our horsemen advanced from both sides of the Lorate army and drove them back to their camp. And when they succeeded in ousting the enemy from their own camp, we cheered for joy. But the next part of the plan was the essence of a good battle scheme. There was no surety the Lorate's would head for the Kruhn Ridge. They very well could have headed west further across the Valley of Kordana but the Queen's military commander, Emilio de Casimiro, a seasoned soldier, had a feeling the Ridge would be their escape route.


As our commander had suspected, the frightened Lorates fled the valley and headed straight for the westernmost part of Kruhn Ridge, seeking a moments solace to regroup and strengthen their members.
With thoughts of hope no doubt spurring them on, the Lorate army climbed the ridge and was soon out of sight of Kordana. But from nowhere, Krespanian archers penetrated their ranks. They were in fact hidden all along the mountain outcrops prepared for the enemy's escape. What remained of them was met by the remainder of our own army and it was soon apparent who was the stronger of the two. Now in captivity, the surviving Lorates are awaiting the decision of whether they live or die.


While I write, I hear the joyful voices of the men through the tent layers and I know that their happiness will only escalate the nearer we draw to LunaMara castle and home. I am so glad to be returning home, as I know everyone else is too. When we arrive the whole of Krespania will be crowding the streets to welcome us and their young leader, Queen Emerald. No doubt there will be feasting and all sorts of merry-making for at least a week. Only I wish the men would have some consideration at this moment for their tired Queen. Aside from mere battle fatigue, she suffered a dreadful blow to her arm. It is not broken, only severely bruised, but she needs as much rest as she can get before we continue our journey home tomorrow.


And I suppose I shall leave you at that. We are all very grateful the Lord has so blessed us. We sustained very few injuries and all went according to plan.


 In grateful relief,
-Meredith de Barra,
 Lady-in-waiting

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Ruse de Guerre

All is going according to plan so far.

The Lorates are proceeding the way we predicted, and if they continue in the present course we will have victory.

Our first encounter proved successful and had a strong impact upon the battlefield, though at first glance was a discouraging and gruesome sight.

As I rode up to the crest of the hill my heart caught in my throat as I saw the wreckage and chaos that laid upon the Kordana valley before me.

Lorate siege towers gathered close to the walls of the royal Kordana castle, thousands of arrows issuing forth and peppering the battlements, and at the same moment a battering ram was leveled upon the main gate in an effort to breakthrough to the inside.

Roughly a thousand feet from the castle walls lay Mangonel catapults, towering menacingly in front of their army of foot soldiers and horsemen, hurtling large stones and boulders from the bowl-shaped bucket at the end of the long arm of the apparatus.

The damage it incurs is horrendous and devastating, sometimes bringing down a whole portion of a castle tower in one hit, and sending chunks of stone in all directions.

I took a deep breath and steadied my nervous steed with a rub to it's neck.

The strong stench of fire and smoke assailed my nostrils.

Gruesome ordeal, indeed.

We then went into action, we divided our horsemen into two groups and positioned one group at the rim of the Tristan forest, sheltered from view by the trees, north of the Kordana Valley, and the other group at the edge of Kruhn Ridge, south of the valley.

Further east of where the second group was situated on the Ridge was our foot soldiers.

When the order was given they raced from their positions and onto the valley plains.

The group from Kruhn Ridge descended and ambushed the Lorate catapults and foot soldiers from the rear while the horsemen from the forest attacked the left flank of the Lorate camp, positioned behind the battlefield some thousand feet away.

Our intention for this movement was to drive them to the western side of Kruhn Ridge, and so far the plan is successful.

They are acknowledging that they are being overwhelmed, and are starting to retreat.

And to prevent their escape to the west, the horsemen will intercept and drive them to the ridge.

Once they begin ascending into the rocky terrain of Kruhn Ridge, archers will assault them from behind boulders and a battalion of horsemen will surround and constrain the army.

Then their only alternative would be to surrender.

That is the whole of our scheme, and many hours was spent in producing and perfecting it to it's flawless state.

Let us just pray that the Lorates follow along with our ruse.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

Queen of Krespania

The Eve of a Battle

Dusk has fallen upon our vast encampment, and upon the weary men inhabiting it.

After traveling the day through, we have set up camp, forty leagues from Kordana's capital and the war that strives there.

We are a safe distance from harm, and as a mandatory precaution have sentries continually at their vigil for any threat, at all entrances of the camp.

It is almost an irony to find my tent dwelling comfortable and homelike; With rich rugs from Pasarz covering the dirt floor, and a table, and chairs with varieties of pillows and blankets, all for my pleasure, I could easily call it pleasant.

And yet it is an irony because despite its appearance it is so far from home, and these times perilous, that no security is assured to one here that could be otherwise guaranteed.

If I seem a little anxious it is all probably due to the fact that I am tired, and because of this I cannot promise to write for very long.

My commander's and I have just concluded a conference pertaining to battle tactics and strategies, and how we will proceed against the Lorates, and this prolonged discussion has left me rather fatigued in view of the days travels.

I do not think I could have remained upright and conscious through the whole of it, if it had not been for loyal Meredith who served me a continuous supply of cups of Jomacha.

This stimulative drink is rare here, originating in the western regions of Pasarz and only acquired by trade, and helped me stay alert when otherwise I would have passed out from exhaustion.

But I feel my body slowing down as the effects wear off, and already the weariness is poisoning my judgment.

I should retire soon and obtain as much rest as can be afforded me before tomorrow.

One knows not what the morrow holds, and I would be foolish to be ill prepared, but if it were not for my exhaustion I would doubt that I would sleep much.

My anxiety is keen if my mind wanders to the future.

And I know it is not only me.

The men feel it too; I can sense it in their behavior and expressions, and you can see it by just looking out across the camp.

There is a tension alive and strong, and a reserve that results in an unnatural quietness that cloaks all of us.

It is so thick you can almost feel it, like a giant blanket dampening our spirits and filling us with dread for the future.

In times like these the warriors of Krespania need the most encouragement.

In times like these I have to stand up and give a speech of unrelenting courage and bravery, a speech that emboldens and lifts their spirits.

But in times like these the queen is in need of valor also.

She comforts them but there is no comfort for her.

She must face them as one who stands tall and straight in the sight of danger when inside she is trembling in trepidation.

But that is the duty of the one who leads the people and must be endured as part of that responsibility.

Even if I do not favor it.

I suppose I will conclude this letter and retire, if you will forgive my brevity.

It has been a hard day, and will probably be harder tomorrow.

Farewell, dear reader. I hope I shall be able to write again soon.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

Queen of Krespania

Courage Amid Warfare

My prayers for guidance have been answered, and I have received God's consent to assist Kordana.

Since then the order has been given, and the military of Krespania has begun battle formation by the hand of my commander-in-chief Emilio de Casimiro.

Within a few weeks all will be ready, and the troops will march North to Kordana, and there a small company will be sent ahead with a message to our allies of our approach and assistance.

The small company of men with the message from me will gain entrance through an aqueduct that runs under the north-east wall and into the fortress; there they will relay the dispatch and then remain at the disposal of the general of Kordana's military where perhaps they can add to their defense strength inside.

As queen of Krespania, I will be leading my army into battle against the Lorates as I have done in previous occasions in the past.

My hands have been properly trained for war since my youth, with the help and encouragement of my brother Lennox, and I only lack exercise, which I have been given these last days, before I am well prepared for going into battle.

I go to war wielding a broadsword, shield and prayer.

And my fear is alive and great beforehand, but I take heart that God is watching over me in the midst of the chaos and confusion, and His protection surrounds me like a heavenly cloak.

With only this in mind am I able to withstand the crippling fear that takes hold of one on the field, and this alone restrains me from fleeing once the enemy is in view.

I do not pretend great courage nor lack of fear.

Nay, I am just as human as any other, and act in like degree as as others would on the battlefield.

But this peace of mind that I cling to now is an invaluable asset that I learned when I was young by my father, Raymond de Gavrillac, king of Agmar.

He was a noble man of valor, courage and great faith; a much respected and honorable king, and a loving and caring father to both Lennox and I.

Being through many battles in his time, he taught me how to have courage in the heart of fear by trusting in God, preparing me if ever I was faced with the bloody hardship of war.

I did not understand it truly when he told me, but when my first battle arrived and I rode onto the battlefield followed by my soldiers, and at my feet lay thousands of the enemy's army ready to deploy, panic nearly overwhelmed me and fear clawed it's way into my heart.

I was in a state of shock and beyond discernment, neither did I know what direction to take from there, when suddenly God called to my remembrance the memory of my father's words.

Then I knew what he meant, and how comforting this knowledge was to me! With the commitment of trust came an unexpected but totally desired peace that flooded through me and overwhelmed even the most threatening fear.

No longer was I disoriented, but direction returned to me and I was prepared to face whatever lay ahead.

As I again go to war, I know I will be challenged with this same fear, but my prayers are that I will have strength to withstand it and have courage to meet the Lorate army head-on.

I hope I am not being presumptuous or selfish to beg your participation in prayer for me also. I would consider it most kind and comforting if you would, dear friend.

Though I do not see any opportunity in the foreseeable future, I shall seek to write when I am able.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

Queen of Krespania

As a last closing remark I will add what I am sure will satisfy your curiosity concerning my counselor.

After gathering all the facts that incriminated Lord Zakar Priseri in treachery against Kordana and betrayal of Krespania, I requested his presence in court, where I pointedly accused him of all these misdeeds.

He did not deny it, and in front of the remaining kingdom counselors and court audience I pronounced him guilty.

He was escorted out of the chamber by my bodyguards, Joktan and Jokthan, where he met his severe punishment, and there his treachery against the crown ended.  

Escapades In The Night

The mystery is beginning to unravel, and I am discovering more incriminating evidence of treachery.

It is in the late hours of the night, but this is too urgent to postpone; therefore I write with the light of the pale moon shining through the window and a glow of a lone candle to guide my pen.

LunaMara is silent with sleep, and a lonely atmosphere radiates from the halls and corridors of the palace; the only sound that reaches my ears is the soft scratching of the quill against the parchment as I write.

The stillness does not bother me, on the contrary I enjoy it. I feel like I can think and meditate easier on problems and situations that are not so clear, at night, without the fear of being disturbed.

The circumstances involving Lord Zakar Priseri, one of my counselors, and the unknown contents of the caravan at his estate is becoming clearer to me and is not so mysterious.

I have had my closest informants inquire discreetly around Estrillo, the capital of Krespania, when the caravan appeared and if the locals knew from whence it came.

The determining answer was that it arrived at the beginning of last month, and they know not who the donor is, but that it came from the north-east by way of sea. The cargo ship that carried it was unmarked and disappeared quickly afterward.

This information was not much but it was a small clue that added into the mix with the others I had gathered, yet it also raised even more questions. Who sent it, and what was inside?

It seemed a little too mysterious to deem it as ordinary and leave it be just as if it was a trivial matter. Nothing was as it seems with Zakar, I have recently discovered.

Now it brings us to this very night.

I decided that it was important that I know what the contents were of the caravan. I could easily send a few palace guards with a warrant to search it but then I would have to surrender the secrecy that I have kept of my knowledge of this, and I do not think I am ready to do that at this moment.

That meant the only alternative was to send an unauthorized investigation.

And the less that knew of this the better it would be, so I chose to go by myself, under the cover of darkness.

Needless to say, Meredith, my lady-in-waiting, did not like the idea at all, especially when I said I was going alone and she was to stay at LunaMara.

She tried to persuade me not to go, but I had my mind set on it and would not acquiesce to her demands, so than she insisted that I have protection.

When Joktan and Jokthan, my two personal bodyguards, heard of it, they too impressed on me to take both of them as protection, since it was their duty.

I yielded and agreed that it would be wise to have protection, but only one of them. The other would stay outside my chamber so as not to arouse suspicion like they would if someone saw they were not at their post.

No one was to know I had left.

I then slipped a dark cloak over me, and Joktan and I mounted on horses already saddled, and stole out through the gates of the palace.

A cloud hid the moon overhead, covering the land with a thick darkness, and we soon left the warm glow of the torches around the palace and rode into the inky blackness of the night.

The cool air whipped and bit at me as we went through the forest for a few miles and then onto the stretch of grassy meadow that stretched to the entrance of Lord Zakar's estate.

We dismounted a distance from the villa and continued on foot to avoid attention from the sentry Joktan had noticed, that was guarding the caravan.

We waited until he walked to the uppermost end of the immobile caravan and then we crept to the nearest wagon and peered inside.

In the darkness I could make out several chests decorated with engravings. The style appeared expensive and from someone of great wealth by the designs.

“I need to see what is inside, Joktan.” I whispered, and then with his help climbed into the cart.

The chests were not locked and sliding the bolt back, I lifted the lid.

I do not know what my expectations exactly were but the sight that met me was a surprise.

Inside, heaped to the rim were jewels of all kinds; pearl necklaces, bracelets with precious gems, golden and silver anklets, armbands and rings. The array of jewelry was endless, and the value, priceless.

The sight was breathtaking.

“It is filled with jewels.” I said.

“The sentry is starting to approach, Your Majesty. I suggest you hurry.” Joktan's low voice reached my ears.

I closed the chest and went to the second.

This chest was filled with gems, from the Ischitim mountains, would be my guess, by how precise the cut of the stones were. Very valuable. Who acquired these from the dwarves?

“He is coming to the second wagon.” Joktan said.

I could not linger long, so I continued to the last chest. “Now what is in here.” I said, opening the lid.

Gold and silver coins brimmed the chest.

If only I could see the engraving on the coin, then I could tell where it's origin was.

I lifted one out of the chest and held it up into the light, straining to see the distinguishing marks, but the light was too little.

“Your Majesty, he will be approaching us soon.” Warned Joktan.

“I cannot leave without finding some evidence or clue of where this cargo came from.” I whispered, desperately shifting the coin in all angles, trying to reflect light off it's surface.

“He is at the fourth cart.”

Just a little more light is all I need!

“At the fifth cart.”

The loud beating of my heart seemed to fill the silence of the night

Then in those last moments a miracle occurred. The cloud shifted out of the way of the moon and a milky white light flooded me, and the coin's marks were crystal clear.

“It is from Lorate!” I hissed. “All of these are!”

Joktan looked back at me. “He will be upon us any moment, Your Majesty! We must leave!”

I gasped as I caught sight of him, and quickly closed the lid and jumped from the cart.

I landed with a soft thud, and we both ran into the woods skirting the estate, and into safety.

“Did he see us?” My chest heaved up and down, as I leaned against the tree with the estate at my back.

Joktan looked around the tree before answering. “No, they are not alerted, Your Majesty.”

“Good.” I fingered the two coins I had kept from the chest.

I knew not how this was connected with every else I had learned but only knew it was important.

Here, at a quarter till midnight, I sit in the anteroom outside my personal bedchamber in contemplation and silent musing.

The coins are lying on the table in front of me, glistening in the faint light and displaying the profile of Prince Deak Codra on their surface, in unconscious betrayal.

Lord Zakar is involved in treachery, I am sure of this.

First, his apparent disapproval of any movement on our part on behalf on Kordana.

Second, his recently receiving the cargo of jewels, gold, and precious stones from some unknown source from Lorate.

Third, the survey of Kordana's defenses by his request that I never authorized, that took place a little before they were attacked.

Revolving these facts around in my head, I considered what all these added up to and the implications of it.

The resulting conclusion is this: Lord Zakar is betraying Kordana's fortifications to the Lorates in exchange for riches.

Greed has filled his heart and shut out any mercy that might have been there.

The thought of his treachery incenses me to the highest degree. And if this is true, and there is not much doubt of that, he will be dealt with most severely.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

Queen of Krespania

A Suitor Dilemma

The thunder is rumbling in the distance and the slow patter of raindrops on the hard packed earth reaches my ears as I sit at my writing desk, sipping on teressa cider, a delicacy in all of Krespania.

The fireplace is crackling warmly, setting the mood for a cozy atmosphere unlike the cold, dreary weather outside, and takes the chill from occupying the stone chamber floors and walls.

I have decided to write today, having been in a dull state and having no pending tasks of the government to be performed.

I did not have an idea to do anything else so I thought I would write the latest occurrences of interest here in LunaMara palace and Krespania.

It involves my lady-in-waiting, Meredith de Barra.

I have mentioned her in my other writings but have not really dwelt upon her in length as now is necessary.

More loyal than any other acquaintance or so called friend, she has been with me since I gained the royal position of queen in Krespania.

Her hair shines like the evening sun through autumn leaves in a brilliant red hue and is as flowing as the gentle ripples upon a lake. She speaks with a soft accent as one who hails from the north-western regions of Krespania, and is everything that is dignified in the way she talks and moves, yet she holds a mildness in her temper and a patience so far from pride or arrogance.

Having all these attributes in her favor, I could safely say that if I could hear the inner thoughts of all the ladies in the court, I would discover she is the envy of them all.

And it is also a fact that all the eligible young men of my court vie for her attention.

From this the problem comes forth.

As I said before her loyalty is so dominant that she feels it is her duty to remain at my side and do my bidding, never thinking about herself or her future. Therefore she feels that having any attachment would interfere with her task of waiting on me.

That was fine for me, until recently when a man in his early twenties came into the court.

He is from Natilia, a region in western Krespania, and his name is Luco Giovanos.

I met him officially when he entered the court, and found he is here on business, and by this had opportunity to observe him closely.

Luco has close-cropped brown hair, and his height is tall and stately.
He has eyes as deep blue as the Crustallum ocean in the winter, that hold an intensity in their gaze as if he can see right through to your heart.
He has a serious air about him and polite, though somewhat quiet, as if he does not desire to reveal much about his work or self, yet not suspicious, just reserved in his behavior.

Overall I found him instantly to be very charming and handsome but having a graveness like he had experienced all the cruelness this world could offer and been made harder for it, and skeptical. Skeptical because he now does not trust anyone easily for fear they will deceive him.
But when he smiles which is not too often, it is gentle and softens the hard look in his eyes, giving him an easy-going and handsome mien.

This is purely my own theory and observation that I have gathered and not fact, but I am fairly certain it is true in some ways.

Meredith's reaction to the attention of her admirers is what you would call indifference. She will be polite but does not encourage interaction or pursuit of her affections.

She is modest, and dislikes the attention, and would probably much rather be left alone, but that is not something that will occur.

Since the first time he visited I could tell Lucos took a liking to her, and after many meetings I find she might also be attracted to him. It is very hard to distinguish it in her but she tends to have a little more cordiality toward him, and I think I can take it as a good sign of attachment.

And what I meant in the aforesaid many meetings is that he seems to frequent the court more than usual for a man of business who has little reason to. And when he is there I catching him often with his eyes discreetly upon Meredith beside me, and when in conversation with me, he is too distracted to make any proper dialogue.

I think this is amusing to watch. First, because the court can be tiresome, and second because he, a man that seems to have little sentiments or feelings, actually is smitten by my lady-in-waiting.

It is sweet to be sure.

But the only thing I fear is that she is putting herself on guard against any of his advances that he has made and will not let herself love because of the notion of duty to me.

I have always said that she could marry any one of the noble men of her choosing if she wanted, which is far better than most could contrive, having status and wealth, but she is not effected by that fact.

Partly, I know, because she wants her marriage to be one of love and not of material gain, but I think she may also feel she is obligated by her duty to stay by my side because of her eternal loyalty.

But this loyalty may end her chances of happiness if she allows it. I can tell he is a caring and considerate man, who I think, she will be happy with, but if she continues to resist his effort he will surrender and leave.

Anyway, that is the problem, and I would never want her to be unhappy, especially on my account, so I shall try to encourage her about him, and perhaps concoct reasons to invite him to LunaMara more often for events of leisure.

I can be quite conniving when I want to be, and I think my brother Lennox can vouch to that fact.

I will think up a scheme, and deploy it with speed if all comes to worst.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

 Queen of Krespania

A Mysterious Enigma

I do not know how to begin this time.

My thoughts are in disorder and confusion upon some recent puzzling, discoveries I have made, and I have yet to find a solution where they fit in. I have mulled over the clues, posed probable conjectures, but none with any success or evidence.

As for Kordana, they are still under siege. The little kingdom is putting forth a good struggle for their freedom, and I cannot blame them. I would do the same if I was in that predicament, gathering any means of defense against the enemy. But the Lorates are merciless, continuing to assault them without pause, and slowly bringing their shields down.

I am still in indecision whether we should take part in this war. I have not received permission, so I dare not make a move until I do, but I have been watching the conflict and monitoring their movements even so.

But I suppose you are desiring to know the source of my puzzlement and dislike your curiosity being so teased, therefore since I have no scruples, I will tell you the events in which my suspicions and mystification were born.

In the early hours of each morning I take a horseback ride through the peaceful countryside of Krespania. I ride in the forests spread throughout the land some days, over the hilly country farther East the next and down into the dales in the lowlands another.

And that was precisely what I did a few days ago.

I hope you do not pass it off as mere residential pride when I say that Krespania has the most lovely and peaceful lands; I easily find contentment and pleasure here, and it holds a special place in my heart.

I chose to ride through the wood that day, and it proved to be a glorious morning for it. The sun was shining brightly in the eastern sky, but the air was still fresh with the coolness of the morn.

I rode out into a grassy clearing, near the estate of my counselor, Lord Zakar Priseri's, when I was stopped by an odd observation.

From the distance I was situated in, I saw what seemed to be a small caravan heading down the grove of the estate, and it raised such curiousness inside, that I could not instantly depart from there without it being in some way satisfied.

It was highly unusual for him to be receiving so large an amount of merchandise or whatever it was, at one time. And where could it have come from, and what means was he getting it by?

“Is this not out of the ordinary, Meredith?” I turned to look at my lady-in-waiting beside me on her own buckskin colored steed. “What could the contents of the caravan possibly be?”

“Indeed, Milady, I would not know. Perhaps it is purchases he has made with the merchants in the port at Saundros.”

“Could be...” But I was not persuaded.

And then another instance occurred when, after hearing news of Kordana and how they were falling, I wanted to estimate how long it took before they did.

Being our ally, I thought we might have a map or something of their fortifications, and if we did, it would be in the archives.

The chamber where the archives were kept, was a medium sized room, and with no windows, it was lit only by candlelight. A dank, earthy odor that usually accompanies books and old manuscripts occupied the space, and articles of parchment filled cases running along the walls.

This was not a particularly enjoyable place to me, and yet it held information of various kinds and from knowledgeable sources. From historic events and records of the royal family, to details and reports of the buildings of the palace.

Anything I wanted to know was to be found here.

A scribe, dressed in a plain brown, woolen tunic appeared at my entrance and asked to be of assistance.

I promptly told him what I wished for, and he nodded before turning to search along the shelves.

“Here it is, Your Majesty, the fortification designs for Kordana.” He laid the parchment on the table located at the back of the room, and I sat down to study it.

The drawing showed their defenses to be well built, but how well they could withstood the forces of the Lorates I knew not.

“But these are not likely that accurate, is it?” I asked, as I looked it over.
I had never requested a survey of Kordana, therefore if we had any of their designs it must be from the time of my mother's reign, nearly two decades ago. 

“Accurate, Milady?” He looked confused.

“Yes, as in by now they have probably made more modifications.”

He shook his head, and it was my turn to be confused.

“I hardly think any alterations could be made since this time.”
His certainty was obvious, which made me wonder the reason for it.

I asked why he thought so.

“Naturally, they have not had time because of the siege of the Lorates.”

I started at this, and sat up straight to look at the man.

He was making it sound as if this was recent.

“What is the date on this document?”

“It was written a little over a month ago, after Milady sent the Krespania ambassadors to tour the kingdom, and bring back a report.”

I sent them? I did not remember requesting any such thing, which was very alarming, because they received orders from someone.

And a month ago. That would place it a little before they were attacked by the Lorates.

“By who's orders was this tour made, in my name?”

“Lord Zakar Priseri.” Came the unexpected answer.

Zakar? Him again. And it is not only my imagination or suspicious view of him this time.

The facts were right before me.

But why? That was not something I could answer, and I had not a clue or inclination to without sufficient evidence.

So I continue to keep my eyes about me for any further suspicious activity, especially involving him, and am searching for the answer to the contents of the mysterious caravan and the unauthorized survey of Kordana.

It is puzzling indeed, but I have confidence that I will uncover the truth soon enough.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

Queen of Krespania

News of War

War is looming;

Like a massive dark cloud, it overshadows and threatens with ominous vengeance. It's actions, and the basis upon which they operate, are purely malicious. Furthermore, the victims of such an unnecessary procedure cannot combat or resist such an attack, especially when they are not equal in power, and then they are obligated to depend upon another's goodwill for relief

That is the case at present; not Krespania, mind you, but a small kingdom, about half the size, that neighbors us.

A much larger and more mighty kingdom has arisen, and besieged Kordana. Their leader is one that is an enemy of us all; greedy and power hungry, he will not stop at anything to vanquish kingdoms, and plunder their possessions. Deak Codra, the prince of Lorate, stoops as low as too attack even the most defenseless nation, and all for gain.

A few days ago, I was brought news that Kordana is being besieged by the treacherous cutthroat.

It distressed me, and at the same time, provoked me to anger that such as he should attack a small kingdom as Kordana. Their neutrality and serenity of state is not deserving of the treatment that is being wracked upon it, and I know without a doubt that they will fall to Deak Codra before long.

After this revelation was acknowledged, I found myself sitting on my throne with displeasure so great as I could think of nothing else. The only other persons in the great hall was my two bodyguards, Joktan and Jokthan. Tall, musclebound and darkskinned, these servants were gifts from Dastrias, king of Pasarz, and had proved themselves as loyal bodyguards, that I trusted with my life.

The two stood like statues at the sides of the podium that my throne was located on, and in their hands they wielded magnificent scimitars, to the misfortune of any would-be assassin or troublemaker. They bothered me not, and were so silent as that I would forget their presence there.

I felt I could not stand by, and let another country fall to desolation in the clutches of the Lorates, and that I must assist in someway. So strong were my feelings that they could not be repressed, and some justice must be done by them.

Therefore I called immediately for my servants, who were prompt to come forth, and gave orders to summon to the court my counselors.

Little time passed before all four of them entered the room.

The first was Andro, a man in his mid-fourties, who had served my mother well, years past, in the same position. His advice was most respected, and regarded with the utmost interest, having been proven to be accurate many times.

Then came, Kemen Vos, Gonzales the III, and Zakar Priseri.

Of them all, Zakar, I found, was the most arrogant and troublesome. His advice frequently conflicted with the others, and he seemed only concerned about himself. He would become angry if what he said was not followed through, and in my opinion was a nuisance.

“Gentleman, I have received distressing news that you may, or may not, have heard.” I said, rising from my throne and descending the stairs of the podium.

“The Lorates have attacked Kordana, and are at this moment bringing it to it's knees with sieges. We all know how strong Kordana is, and it takes not a clever prediction to tell that it will soon fall.”

I glanced at their faces to ascertain whether they felt any compassion or sympathy. Their countenances showed them to be pensive and attentive, but nothing else was revealed.

I turned sharply, and walked with slow, determined steps as I continued speaking.

“I have called you all here for counsel on the course of action that is to be taken on our part. I suggest we aid the Kordanis in their struggle against the Lorates, and rescue them from the peril of being lost to Deak Codra.”

I again pivoted around, but this time to be able to see their response.

“Are you implying that we go to war against them?” Kemen Vos asked, in his usual soft spoken accent.

“I am not implying anything; I am stating my opinion, and asking for your advice on the matter. Shall we intervene, and assist so little a nation, that we know without aid they cannot survive? Or remain here, and let them be crushed under the tyrant of Lorate?”

Gonzales the III stepped forward, the statistical one, that studied the smallest aspects of everything. “Your Majesty, such a decision cannot be made in this short of time. We have not properly accounted for all the advantages, and disadvantages, an action like this would cost Krespania, nor do we know if our troops could even support an attack against the Lorates.”

“My thoughts were the same on that matter, that is why I employed my commander-in-chief to number our soldiers a week ago. A dispatch arrived yesterday from Emilio de Casimiro, with the resulting sum of 45,000 foot soldiers, and 20,000 horsemen. And this is only from the capital Estrillo, not including the outposts on the outer rims, that house many more.

“We have been blessed with an abundant military force, and I think it is safe to say we have no worries on that head. Even more so, hearing this deepens my inclination to assist Kordana. For if we have been blessed with not having any worries of being overrun, should we not, who are capable of much strength, help those of the nations who are smaller, and lack resources for sufficient defense?”

I walked to the opening that lead to the balcony, and as I waited for an answer, gazed over the dales and flat fields that bathed in the warm afternoon sun. The view retained a tranquil effect, and my eyes roved over the smaller hills, where the wheat waved and rippled in the light breeze, and then on to the high mountains in the background. They were only dark outlines in the hazy sky, but seeing them made me think of the kingdom that lay a distance past them, and how, quite contrary to this scene of serenity that I know enjoyed, their fields probably raged with fire, and their village homes in ruins.

I was brought out of my reflection by Gonzales the III, who responded, “Very well, Your Majesty, I am satisfied, if it is what you desire. I have not any other objections.”

“Are there more objections or advice any of you would like to give?”

“Whatever Your Majesty wishes to do, we are supportive of it.” Kemen Vos declared, and Gonzales the III nodded in agreement.

I was pleased that they submitted to the idea so readily and agreed that something must be done. But then came Zakar Priseri's voice to my ears.

“That may be all very kind and generous, and you may speak the truth, but, Your Majesty has to think of the consequences that taking such an action would produce.”

“Such as?”

“In the past the Lorates have never attacked us; they have not even warranted the title we have given them of being enemies.”

“They are everything that justice and virtue condemn! They obtain not any mercy; they only seek more gain and possessions for themselves, and care not who they crush to succeed at it. The Lorates have been known to kill needlessly, pillage and burn defenseless villages, and their actions at present are proof enough of their malice. Kordana cannot match their attacks, and Deak Codra knows that. That is the reason for his siege, because it is such an easy prey, and will be taken without difficulty.”

Zakar shrugged. “Well, then, think of the kingdom; Krespania must remain neutral if she is to enjoy many years of peace. If we respond to this, we will be outright defying Deak Codra, and will be making ourselves his prime target in the future. Not only that, but all our other enemies will see this as an opportunity to have revenge upon us, and then there will be no peace.”

I was indignant at his reasoning, and frustrated that he always seemed to object to every idea I applied to their counsel. And yet, what was more irritating was the slight truth in his words; they would be voiding the peace that had been so plentiful these past years, and this thought alone made me hesitate.

I had to think of the people of Krespania, who would bear the consequences of any actions that I took, good or bad. They would feel the harshness of the attacks in the future if this did incite war, and then again they would know only peace if I remained neutral. Every decision effected them and had to be considered deeply, and gravely.

“I shall meditate on your words, Lord Zakar, and give all of you a decision concerning this matter. Thank you.” I said in dismissal of them.

As they came so they left, until there was no one else in the room except for Lord Andro. He remained where he stood through the entire exchange, and said not a word.

I returned to my throne and sat down before I spoke.

“I am curious to know your thoughts on the matter. You have not said a word, and yet you must have something to say for you to still be here.”

He came forward. “That is true, Queen Emerald. But my words are not meant for discussion by the whole counsel.”

“Oh? Then pray, tell me, what is their intent?”

“It is advice to assist you in your decision, whatever the result may be.”

I smiled curiously; I had desperately desired his counsel, and waited in anticipation.

“I cannot tell you to go or stay; because in a logical sense, their reasons are sound for remaining neutral, as is yours for going. But I will ask you this: what would God want you to do? Your decision must be based upon this, because it is the only thing that matters. If He wishes for you to go He will give you success in your conquest, but if not, failure awaits you there.”

Lord Andro's words were blunt and to the point, but it was just as I wished for him to speak; he did not spare the truth in fear of hurting my feelings. This act revealed his regard for me, that he would go to those lengths to warn me of future harm I could prevent.

And this brought on a whole entourage of thoughts. I had been concerned with the diplomatic side of the matter, and I had almost forgot the most important thing, God's guidance, and this alone was disastrous if continued in.

“Do you not think, Lord Andro, that God would want us to assist Kordana, that it would be a good reflection of our Christianity to help those in need? To offer them hospitality?”

He shook his head. “I cannot say. You are right that we should assist the weak, but you do not know what God's plans are. Suppose, for example, this is punishment on Kordana for a certain sin they have committed, we would only be interfering in God's judgment upon them, and that could result in harm to ourselves. Therefore what I urge you to do, is to ask God what actions He desires for you to take. Be sure of what His will for you is, before you make any decision.”

I stood and walked over to him, and laying my hands on his shoulders, said, “Thank you, Lord Andro. Your words are exactly what I needed. You prevented my making a serious mistake, and for that I am indebted to you. I shall do as you suggest with haste.”

I have not received an answer to my petition yet, but for now, I will make no decision, and will await patiently until I do.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

Queen of Krespania

The Arrival of Spring and A New Beginning, Pt. 2

Hello again, dear anonymous friend.
After a good nights rest, the strength of my eyes have returned, and I will resume the story of my brother's survival, who was previously pronounced dead, and his journey to Krespania:

The dinghy had been overturned by the waves, and he was left clinging to it for his life until the next day when the storm finally cleared and blue sky showed through the gray clouds.

He knew not where he was but after more hours of drifting around aimlessly in the boat he spotted land and made for it.

Once ashore he found a native of the land and learned that he had washed upon the southern shores of San Vey. The native was a regional guard, protecting the land from invaders, and knew the terrain well, therefore he guided Lennox over the rocky, treacherous mountains, across miles of land and through overgrown jungles, slashing down wild growth in the process of forging a path home.

He said that as he neared the capital city he encountered Valory D'Alvre, a San Veyan nobleman's daughter and a friend of ours from a few years back, who, because of her usual thirst for adventure was out in the wild, searching for some unknown creature.

It was an odd coincidence that they should have met, but after discovering his reasons for being there she accompanied them to the port Gansasia, where they hired a small sailboat to pass across to the continent of Asram and Agmar. The post is exceptionally slow for the reason that they are on the other side of the world, so she had not received the letter I had sent to her explaining the terrible news of his death, and was therefore mercifully spared the unnecessary mourning. I had dreaded telling her because I know how much she likes my brother, though she has not admitted her feelings publicly, I perceived it plainly enough and furthermore I believe the regards are mutual on the side of my brother. But I knew how this would effect her and was relieved greatly to find she had discovered Lennox himself before the letter.

Once they were across the channel, Lennox had chariots imported from his kingdom, Agmar, and they traveled at a swift pace to Steyloss port in Northern Agmar, where he had already sent word for his ship, The Ruler, to meet him there. There they boarded and traveled to Krespania.

His speed and determination to arrive here all proceeded from the root idea that he must be at my palace for my birthday and that thought alone is so precious to me; that he cares as much as to hastily travel across the countrysides not to miss it.

And that is the whole of it; my brother is alive and has journeyed halfway across the world in time for my birthday.

My mind is in a whirl, and I can hardly comprehend it all.

I have received a wonderful miracle beyond comparison: a chance to resolve past regrets, to speak the words that I desired to but could not any longer and to make amends for my selfish actions of before.

Not many have been given this rare opportunity, and I cherish it immensely.

Perhaps, all of the trial that I endured was for that express purpose: to teach me a lesson that would refine and better my soul, and I hope I have succeeded in the object of the lesson to improvement and not to failure.

May I welcome more lessons in the future with an open heart and not resist their values and furthermore not forget the ones I have learned in the past.

I suppose I could fill pages and pages with descriptions of my happiness and my reflections on how blessed I am, and what opportunities exist for me but I shall sum it all up in few words.

My heart feels as high as the sky, released of all it's burdens, and full of joyfulness and ecstasy to a such a high degree that I cannot contain it.

And gratitude in my heart to God is constant, forever grateful that He has allowed me to see my little brother again.

I cannot say much more to add to these above statements that will give you a better idea of my felicity so I will end with them.

Until I write again, my friend.

-Emerald de Gavrillac

Queen of Krespania

The Arrival of Spring and A New Beginning, Pt 1

Spring is swiftly approaching Krespania; I can feel it in the breeze. 

It whispers a promise of warmer weather and the delightful fresh fragrance that the flowers produce annually.

These little hints set my heart on fire with a deep yearning for the newness that the spring brings; perhaps because of all the lifelessness I have experienced the past months, both with the winter and other occasions. In those months life around me appeared to have died, to have sunk into a deep state of oblivion, where there no longer is any warmth left by the pulsing of the heart. The trees had become cool to the touch, frozen in their leafless condition and the green of the grass had faded, just as the warmth of the sun had, leaving me with a sense of coldness and unhappiness.

But now, here in this moment, my heart has found something to hold onto and to hope in again; something that livens my heart up and stirs my soul to joyfulness.

But with that I discovered something so unspeakably shocking that I must retell it as I experienced it.

It took place the day before last:

The warm rays of the sun beat upon my back as I stood out in the palace garden, relishing the comfort it produced in my soul. The feeling in itself made me give thanks and rejoice that I was alive this bright, nearly spring morning. The sun was the only thing occupying the crystal blue sky, it's light washing over the dead plants and bushes in the garden and it seemed just the heat of it warmed them from their frozen state and awakened them as it had done to me. For they appeared to have taken on a fresh look as if at once their heart had been stirred into a pulse again and life had began to flow through them.

I took in a deep breath, filling my lungs with the wonderful clean air. It was a perfect day, not to cold, and only required a thin cloak upon myself instead of my thick winter one.

“Milady, look!” Meredith, my lady-in-waiting said, by the rose garden. She was examining a bush in particular and ushered me over to it.

“What is it?” I quizzed, looking for something that might give me a clue to what she was becoming excited about.

She held a branch of the rose bush gingerly between her thumb and index finger, bringing it to my attention.

“It is budding!” Her words were filled with enthusiasm that impacted me and made me feel excited likewise.

I examined it and found her words to be the truth. A tiny bud was growing and with it my hopes of the arrival of spring.

With a joyfulness running through my veins I pressed on along the row of rose bushes, inspecting each one and finding the same rose buds preparing to bloom on each one.

I came to one in specific and paused slowly in study of it. It took me a moment to search the bush before I found one tiny bud. I smiled slowly at it in a bittersweet reverie and whispered, “Bloom well, my bush. Strive for my sake, will you not?”

This one held a special place in my heart, for it was my brother Lennox's favorite. Of all the various and diverse collection of roses I had in my garden, Lennox did not care for a single one except for the Igualian Blue Rose. It was a tropical flower I had imported from the islands of Igualian that displayed a beautiful sky blue shade when bloomed, and Lennox had instantly fell in love with the vibrant color.

I rose, and for the first time, I did not feel remorse, but a tranquil peace inside and a genuine happiness.

“Queen Emerald!” A tall man was coming forward from the palace and with long swift steps covered the far distance between the building and me.

“Hello, Lord Alessandro. How may this day find you?” I greeted him.

He was dressed in an olive green doublet with matching breeches and wore tall black boots. Tucked beneath his arm was the customary cavalier's hat that he always wore.

His slick black hair gleamed in the sun, and his eyes twinkled from his exerting walk to this place, altogether making him a dashing portrait to be sure.

Alessandro bowed and kissed my hand, looking up as he said, “Very well. And your highness? How may I find you?”

My heartbeat quickened and I relinquished my hand from his grasp, all the while practicing such composure as to assure that not anyone else could discern my feelings inside.

“I am doing fine. Nothing like a beautiful sunny day to brighten your spirits, no?”

His dark features shifted to a handsome smile and he squinted up into the sky as if this was his first acknowledgment of the weather. “Yes, indeed. A very beautiful scene, and one that your highness especially belongs in.”

I pretended not to hear his subtle complement but turned to inspect a plant with marked coyness. “What brings you here today, Lord Alessandro? Any express purpose other than to see how my garden has survived the winter?”

“Oh! Yes!” The reason had seemed to have slipped his mind until that point. “I have a surprise for you.”

A surprise? What could it possibly be? A thousand ideas bloomed in my head, but I decided to wait and see rather than follow them through.

His eyes gleamed even brighter with excitement and unmistakable mystery shined in their hazel depths.

“You will find it quite a shock, so you might need to sit down.”

I raised my eyebrow at him, dubious of his curious manner. “Alessandro, I think I am quite capable of withstanding any shock.”

“As you wish.” He said with a shrug. “But you will permit me to catch you in my arms if you fall, will you not?”

This heightened my sense of curiosity tremendously, and I searched my brain for a reason to all this mystery. What was it about?

Alessandro turned and waved at the palace and a servant, obviously stationed there for that purpose, disappeared inside.

He offered his hand, waiting for me to lay mine on top, which I did in a slow state of wonder, and then he positioned himself at my side.

We stood there watching the house and the seconds that went by felt like minutes because of the suspense I was held in.

And then a man emerged from the house and half walked-half trotted down the wide stairs of the patio and onto the vast lawn of the garden.

Once again, as I had done so many times on other occasions, my mind instantly thought, Lennox! And at once my heart leaped with joy.

Then logic took over and told me otherwise, reminding me my brother was no longer here and that it could not be him. After that realization my heart settled again, and I resumed my watch of the unknown stranger's approach.

It was hard to truly distinguish his features at the distance, but as I followed his descent from the stairs and his speedy walk to us, my mind continued to find something familiar about him; about the way he walked, his seemingly impatience to get to this location because of it. All these things felt as if they were familiar to me, and I could not shake them from my thoughts, try as I might.

Then as he came closer, my mind could distinguish his face, and what I saw shocked me behind words or belief.

My insides were a jumble of mixed communications; my eyes were telling me what I saw, and yet my brain was contradicting it with reason. Therefore I stood frozen, unsure of which to believe because it was all too confusing.

How was this possible? It could not be. I felt again as if I was a victim to my cruel imagination. It was playing it's usual games at my expense, and I could not stop it even if I tried.

But as he continued to approach me my sight overpowered my intellect despite the sea of reasons that washed around in my brain like a body of water in a storm. Could it really be my imagination? It seemed so real.

Perhaps my emotions had been too damaged that it had effected my mind also, and I was worse off than I thought.

All these conjectures raced through my mind at such a rapid pace that only a few seconds had passed in which I formed them.

But suddenly, most likely because I wanted to believe, I surrendered all reasons and yielded to the evidence before my eyes.

It was Lennox! My heart jumped with joy, daring to believe this was not a dream, as the distance between him, and I closed to about twenty feet.

He was dressed well, clean shaven as always and appeared healthy. A smile stretched across his handsome face, and I knew I could not have dreamed this up.

He was there! Actually, physically there!

At once the world started to whirl and I was conscious of Alessandro's arms around me as a safeguard for that purpose but I straightened up and remained upright with determined willpower.

“Hello sister.” Lennox said.
I bit my lip, the tears surfacing for joyous reasons, before gathering my long skirts and running to him.

In a mix of laughing and crying at the same time, we met in the middle in an embrace, and I buried my head into his shoulder, whispering, “Lennox! My dear, little brother!”

His arms hugging me had never been tighter nor my hold on him ever stronger. The embrace was full of heartfelt sorrows now carefully placated, of regrets soothingly mended and of unspeakable happiness.

My thanksgiving to God was continual in those moments we were in each others arms, my gratitude beyond measure, being able to once again see my brother face-to-face.

He drew back at arms length and looked at me. “How are doing, Em?” His tone was more serious than I had ever heard, and he looked as if he had aged in those months when he was away.

I wiped a stray tear away and mustering a wry smile, I said, “Better now that you are here. You caused me a large amount of pain.”

“I can imagine and I am sorry for having left you thinking I was dead. If there had been a way to contact you, I would have, but for a time there I thought I was going to die too.”

I noticed Alessandro and Meredith had discreetly moved out of earshot and was busy admiring plants, leaving us in privacy.

“I am only at present recovering from the horrible reality of your decease. It would be unnecessary to describe how shocked I was or how lonely I have been since then. I was the last of the de Gavrillacs and I felt it pointedly. It was almost beyond bearable but I found strength in God, and that only kept my hope alive.”

From there we walked to the orchard where he proceeded to tell me what had occurred and how he had survived the stormy seas.
But I am afraid that you will have to wait for the rest of the explanation because I have wrote on into the darkness with only candles as my light source, and my eyes are strained with tiredness.
Therefore I shall, as soon as possible, relate the whole of it to you in my next letter.

-Emerald de Gavrillac
 Queen of Krespania