Evanna went back to the living room to quietly move the chest back under the couch while her mother sat upright in bed holding the tea that she made, looking towards the window. Her hazel eyes were in thought, and her face slightly red, warmed by the tea.
"* You have not trained in a while,*" Her mother softly spoke across the room. Evanna walked back to the chair she previously sat on, placing her hands in her lap.
"* There have been more urgent matters to attend to, *" She looked down at her hands. Her mother reached forwards and placed her hand above her own. Evanna looked back up into her mother's warm eyes.
"*Please, do not do anything reckless.*"
At this, Evanna tilted her head to the side and joked "Me? Reckless? Never."
"* I mean it Evanna, I can already see you are planning something," Her brows furrowed. "You are so spirited, I just do not want anything to diminish the light from those eyes of yours.*"
"*Not doing anything will cause that mother.*"
Evanna did not even want to think about her demise. She was already starting to feel fatigued from the strain of baring the weight of her mother's health on her shoulders. There was nobody else who seemed to care for what her mother was going through, the king of course did but he was always busy with his royal duties. In the spare time he did have, it was mostly spent with the rest of the family, who she did not frequently see. So, she kept her feelings to herself, watching daily as her mother's form lost its vibrancy.
It felt like it was just the two of them against the realm, even though they lived in a grand palace with servants and many others, it was always just them two. The nobles disliked the pair of them but showed them enough respect so as not to lose their heads, and the only other real friend she had has been away for two years.
Glancing back at her mother, she saw her watching her, just as her lips parted to reply to her daughter, a light knock tapped on the door and a maid came forward.
"Lady Loraven, Princess Evanna." The maid curtsied. Turning to Evanna she said, "The king has summoned you".
Leaving her mother's quarters, she followed behind the maid while telling her to get some soup made for her mother, the maid nodded her head obediently. As she came back towards the view of the courtyard, she saw a man stop in the hall. A man she hadn't seen in 2 years. He looked more rugged than before, taller maybe? His dark brown hair had definitely grown as it lay down nearly touching his shoulders. His face was covered in some dirt and stubble ran along his chiselled jaw, no longer holding any baby fat along his cheeks or jaw. But his dark blue eyes remained the same, if not, they looked a bit wiser.
His features lit upon recognising her. He couldn't believe that the princess before him was the same from before. Well, he could, but he found her to be breath taking. Even with her hair half pinned up, it was nearly at her waist. Her green eyes looked even brighter with the matching green dress she wore that complimented her slender figure whereby her chest had filled out.
"Ger!" She screamed excitedly as she ran the short distance towards him and flung herself on him, her arms over his shoulders, hugging him tightly. His cheeks reddened slightly as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her back. He made a vague coughing sound as he stepped back and made an extravagant bow.
"Princess Evanna," his husky voice replied, holding in a chuckle as he looked back at her.
"Oh drop the act Ger, I missed you!" Evanna's eyes were lit with excitement as she smiled up at him.
Ger could not help but smile back at the princess, she was still the wild, untamed girl he had known most his life. The clothes and jewellery she wore could not hide the vibrant look in her eyes, nor the high-spirited persona she had. The fact that she disobeyed most of the rules that are set for the royal family, never went unnoticed in the nobles' eye's; he was always impressed with how she did not pay heed to the stares and gossips surrounding her. Or how the king never punished her too badly.
Silence filled the halls which made Evanna realise that everyone was watching their exchange, she glanced over to the side that caused the nobles to go back to whispering as they eyed the pair. She internally rolled her eyes at how pompous they all acted, and how they would soon gossip about how the princess did not act like a princess at all. Throwing herself into a man's arms, now that was of course disgraceful. Gritting her teeth, she composed her expression as she took on her role as a princess, she would not want word to get back to her father about her open behaviour with Ger.
Bowing her head, she said, "The king has summoned me, I would love it if we could catch up later?"
He bowed again. "I would be delighted Evanna."
And with that, she continued walking until she made her way to the great hall. The double doors opened for her to enter, as she walked through, the light from the tall windows at the far end to the hall shone across the marbled floor, lighting up the grand features of the high ceilings. As her steps echoed in the room, she passed the pillars and high arches by her sides. She kept her head held high and her face composed as she felt the gazes of the nobles on each side of the room, the queen in particular glared at her as she stood with her ladies at the side.
Her eyes fell on her father who sat on the throne, she stopped a few feet away from the steps that led to the royal chairs. Behind the king, standing against the wall was Sir Hugh, who kept his gaze impassive as he looked blankly ahead. Her eyes quickly glanced back to the king. On seeing her father's face, she already knew what this was about.
Evanna curtsied,
"My king."
"Why is it, Evanna," he spoke loudly, "that you cannot obey simple rules?"
She looked back up at him pursing her lips.
"I'm sorry father, it was a quick trip."
"Anything could have happened to you. Not only did you go into the village but also the forest! No matter the length of the trip, you will bring guards with you," his voice deepened.
Evanna did not want to argue with him, but she simply did not want to use the guards. She was not arrogant, far from it, but she could look after herself if someone tried to attack her, her father knew this, but he wanted her to have that extra protection. The thought of having guards following her around, it made her shudder. There was no freedom with that, and the lower class would act differently around her. She found peace walking around the villages and forest without any stares, curtsies or whispers.
"I know father, I will next time," She replied.
"That. Is what you said last time!" The king threw his hands up exasperated then stood up and walked to stand in front of his daughter. She was too much like her mother, stubborn and spirited.
He looked down at her sternly,
"Do I need to start having guards follow you around in the castle?"
Her eyes widened "No, No! I will not leave without them again. I Promise," Her voice rose higher, with her hands already behind her back she crossed her fingers.
"Good."
The king looked convinced as he strolled back to his throne and sat down lazily. He moved his hand indicating that she could go. Evanna released the breath she was holding, sagging slightly in relief. Bowing her head, she started to turn.
"And WHAT about this morning!?" A shrill voice pierced through the hall.
Stopping her steps, she rolled her eyes before turning around to look at the queen. The king sighed, suddenly looking very tired. He placed his hand under his chin, leaning his elbow on the frame of the throne. His greying shoulder length hair falling forward on his face. He blinked his blue eyes before asking in an uninterested voice,
"What happened?"
The queen glared angrily at the king before walking forwards so she stood perfectly in Evanna's line of sight.
"The princess here ripped Isabel's dress on PURPOSE," The queen replied looking at Evanna with disdain.
Taking a deep breath, Evanna spoke up "It was not on purpose, your highness."
"Are you saying that I am lying? Your Queen?" She raised her voice, taking a step forward.
"Eleanor…" The king chided.
"No, your majesty, I am not calling you a liar. Maybe you have not been provided with the correct information" Evanna tilted her head to the side. The nobles by the pillars, started to murmur to each other at the princess's remark, their eyes wide and with anticipation at the show before them.
"So, Isabel has lied to the queen, to the crown? Is that what you are implying?"
"Eleanor!" The king barked impatiently.
Queen Eleanor held up her hand to him "No Osian, I have had enough with your favouritism you show this bastard of yours! It needs to-"
"ELEANOR! Enough!" The king barked as he stood from his throne. He glared at his wife who shrunk back in fear. Silence fell in the room.
"You may leave Evanna," He said while continually glaring at the queen. Evanna curtsied and quickly walked out of the throne room, the building tension left her shoulders, as the queen stayed quiet. The only indication that this chat was not finished between them, was by her stare that tried to pierce through her back.