Btw, Onnu = One, in my language.
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Zemira
All my life, i have neither begged nor went on my knees. But all those changed after i met him. And here i am, doing all those things that was prohibited for someone like me, someone who's the Queen to be.
I was told to be headstrong, to be brave and compassionate. I was taught to fight like a Knight, walk like a Queen, to learn like a scholar. I was burdened with tonnes of responsibilities that I know I can't take up.
I was told that, a Queen never goes on her knees for anyone but her people, her Kingdom. I was asked to love my people, to get to know them, their happiness and sadness, their strength and weakness, to learn, in what lay their satisfaction, and that satisfaction and respect should be earned and cannot be bought.
I could still hear the voice of my tutor, who said," Never beg for something, unless and until, it's so necessary that the people you live for, is in dire need for it". Yet, here i am on my knees, have been so for an hour or so, wearing one of the finest clothes available in this land, with my face wet with sweat and tears, head facing the closed door, not with shame, not for my people, but with fear and hope, because of my selfishness. A fear that you too would feel, if you were in my shoes. Forgetting all the rules that I have ever lived upto for the past twenty two years, for nothing but the magical love.
Here i am on my knees, begging the Knight that i fell in love with at the sea shore one night, to forgive me, to give me a chance in his life, to take me in, not because am a vagrant. But because I left all those whom I loved and respected along with my title and lessons for something so valuable, so pure, so rare and unique, that am sure that I won't find anywhere but here in this lowly lit lane with its wrecked buildings in the land of Chalingad, in the Kingdom of Caelum.
Still on my knees like I have been for so long, still with my clenching heart, I stay begging him to open his door, to take me in, into his house, into his life, because I, Zemira Hayat Eiden, Princess of Velaris, the Kingdom of Valleys and sister to the King of the Valley's Lorcan Eiden, love Esmond Knight for whom I rejected his King. King Rowan Moon, who was betrothed to me, because I know that I could only live, if I live with him and only him. For whom I wait.
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On the land of CHALINGAD, there were four Kingdoms Caelum, Velaris, Perinjan and Petrakis. Each with its on geographic and aesthetic beauty, lay to the north, south, east and west of Chalingad.
The Kingdom of Caelum, was bestowed with mountains that kissed the shy. The Kingdom of Velaris, with its astonishing valleys and rivers. The Kingdom of Perinjan had its own caves and indigenous plants and acres of land that met with the waves, and the Kingdom of Petrakis with its sleek architecture, people with rare features and riches was a bit small compared to the others.
The Kingdom of Caelum, The Kingdom of Velaris and The Kingdom of Perinjan lived in harmony and peace. But the Kingdom of Petrakis, was not only envious of them but always in tussle with them.
To live in harmony, the Kings of the three Kingdom took drastic measures. And there starts the story of Queen Verena Meira Knight Petrakis, the spine and pride of the Petrakis's.
Firstly,let's start with the one in whose womb she was seeded, Zemira Hayat. Unlike her name she was a daring soul, honest and fearless, that the darkest of men fell on their knees before her. Every soul meets its mate, she too did to a graceful protection for her affable song.
History was weaved about mighty kings but not about the fearless knights. Thousands swore their life to the kingdom they were raised. Esmond Knight, was one of them, deadly to the eyes, marred by the war and broken by the lands. He stood there among the civilians and knights unnoticed yet noticed for his remarkable humility and loyality. Born in the land of Caelum, he was a Petrakis by blood. The madness , strength and remarkable features run in the blood he was bestowed with. Offspring to late Noam Esmond Petrakis and Meira Powers. Words seem powerless when it's used to describe her father, the King of Battlefield, Esmond Knight who seem to foreshadow the opponents moves.
Verena never once thought that she too would be sacrificed as a lamb by her own parents one day. "Ignorance is bless" was all her father told her growing up. Little Verena grew up with her brother Esau in a colossal estate. Always beaming behind master Caspian, Verena weaved her dreams as a lady, who would wait for her husband to take care of him. "Always a dreamer", her mother quoted her to her acquaintances, but she was determined like her mother to keep following her dreams. Alas! All her weaving and beaming was wrecked by those mysterious eyes. Enigmatic pools, she called him, those eyes showed her and only her emotions unknown to this world but she couldn't decipher them.
Lands united, Kingdoms united, People united. One named was chanted Verena, QUEEN VERENA PETRAKIS.
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