Prologue:
I have never seen someone as beautiful as her. With flawless skin and emerald eyes that held all of nature’s wonders in them, she might as well be an angel smiling down from heaven. God, her smile could melt a sinner’s heart, bring an ill man back to his feet. She is mine, and I plan to keep it that way. Her blood is too precious for anyone to spill; her innocence is too valuable for anyone to take.
Anyone, except myself. I will warn you now, if you are expecting a light-hearted tale, you are mistaken. This story is my own, about my plan to obtain the most forbidden, luscious fruit in all of Kaarme.
My daughter, Ever.
Chapter One:My Wife
I did not expect things to be this way. I loved my daughter, but in a respectable, normal manner in which I would guide her through life and share my knowledge of the kingdom. For the first year of her precious life I was all she had, as her mother had died while giving birth, and it was not until I remarried that Kaarme had a new queen. Relle was a peace offering from the King of a neighboring country, and though a very respectable and upright woman, it was obvious her only care was my child, her newfound daughter. So while she neglected my bed she was teaching our dearest Ever how to read and write, how to sing, and of course played with the child. I could see that both she and my child were genuinely happy, and so the lady’s nonexistent love for me did not bother me in the least.
There would be days that Relle would see me in my chamber, yet very few. She most often saw to her duties as queen while I did my own, and I gave her the freedom she desired without any questions. She was my wife without being my wife. She could never be my wife.
My wife, my true love, was the most beautiful creature in all of Kaarme, both physically and spiritually. She had an opinion and was not afraid to speak it,and was adventurous, unlike the other women I have met. We met when I was 16, at a banquet my father held to celebrate a war victory. She was the daughter of a blacksmith, and knew some of the art herself. She used that to make a sword, and so when I met her she had the weapon sheathed underneath her skirt. Bumping into her accidently caused the sword to clatter to the ground, and I looked at her with interest. I’ll never forget her first words: “Forgive me my prince, but this event is most boring, don’t you think so?” She daintily picked up the cased sword and with a smile looked over the curtain tied back with a rope, right next to one of my father’s followers. “I’ve just welded it today. I wonder if it is sharp enough?” She lead me along to the curtain while we whispered and giggled, then asked me if I would like to do the honors. “As it was crafted by your beautiful hands, how could I refuse?” I unsheathed the instrument from its flowered case and admire it’s craftsmanship before putting it to the test. The rope split with just one swing and the curtain attacked the old man, making us both erupt in laughter. We ran all the way to the garden to avoid being caught, and I felt such a rush with this complete stranger, her hand softly tucked beneath mine. The scent of violet caressed my nose as we came to a stop, almost falling on top of each other. I help her stabilize and take in her beauty, smiling as faint blush roses her cheeks. She returns the smile, then she speaks, “Please tell me, my prince. What is the name of such a bold man?”
I laugh. “The name is Miles. And who is this lovely lady whose boldness matches my own?” her smile is breathtaking, and the song her voice plays echoes for a lifetime in my mind.
“Her name would be Novalei.”
Novalei. As if a star had been kissed by the most beautiful of skies, like the first star seen as the sun sets, she was more vibrant than any other girl my father would have introduced me to. Though being the daughter of a blacksmith in a warring country brought her some nobility, my father was more concerned with finding me a daughter of a general or a neighboring country and so he would not have accepted her with ease. And my mother could not be persuaded. “A lady fit for a prince should be proper, obedient and not know any duties but how to present themselves.” She always told me. “I would rather you marry a proper peasant- ha, if such a thing existed! - than a ruffian blacksmith like her.”
Obviously I would not listen to such words, and snuck out of the kingdom to see her. Sometimes we would go back to her home and she would teach me how to create a weapon, other times we would prank villagers while in disguise and laugh our days away. There were even times when she allowed me to treat her to roses or a nice meal. Whatever we did was perfect only because it was us, my dearest star and I, doing whatever we pleased. She trusted me as I trusted her, and we would spend nights hiding in the blacksmith shed, hand in hand, her head on my shoulder and share stories. Each word out of her mouth was a blessing to my ears, and the silent moments were just as blissful. I kissed her the night of her 17th year in that very shed. Her response, how melodic, “I will never let another pair of lips find my own after tonight, my prince. My dearest Miles, I am yours.” I could not reply I was so moved, so glad that my gem was mine alone. I made sure that was not the last time we would kiss.
I also made sure that it would indeed be her lips I would have against mine on my wedding day. After constantly stating my case to my father and even introducing them formally and making my love known, he could not refuse my request. Even if he did I would still have married my Novalei no matter what it took. How happy was she to be accepted by my father, that in her joy she even made my mother warm up to her. We would marry when we were both of eighteen years, as would we have our child.
And as would my world be shattered.
Author's Note: This story is based off of two characters I had used for an Epic Poem in my English class, only without the supernatural aspect(Ever had the ability to control and destroy things with her singing), not told in the form of poetry, and with a less sadistic Miles(known as Dante in the poem). I wanted to create a normal character who turned twisted because of lost love, and show the fall of man using it. It also shows how vulnerable everyone is. I hope to continue this and get even more inside of Miles' mind. I hope, in all honesty, those who read this can connect with Miles in some way. I know I can.
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