Thor walked out of the king's castle, surrounded by Legion members, as they all filed out from the ceremony they had been forced to watch before their departure. He felt hollowed out. It made him physically sick to stand there and watch Gareth be crowned King. It was surreal. Just hours ago, MacGil had sat there, indomitable, on that throne, wearing that crown, holding that staff. Just hours ago, the entire kingdom had paid tribute to his father. Where had all their loyalty gone?
Of course, Thor understood that a kingdom had to have a ruler, and that a throne could not sit vacant for long. But could it not have sat vacant for just a little longer? Was it the nature of a throne that it could never sit empty for more than a few hours? What was it about a throne, about a kingship, about a title, that always made others rush to fill it? Was Argon right? Would there always be a march of kings? Would it ever end?
As Thor had watched Gareth sit in it, that throne seemed more like a gilded prison than a seat of power. It was not a seat, he realized, that he would ever want for himself.
Thor was reminded of MacGil's final words, about his destiny being greater than his. He shuddered; he prayed that he had not meant that he would ever be king - not here, not anywhere. Politics did not interest him. Thor wanted to be a great warrior. He wanted glory. He wanted to fight beside his brothers-in-arms, to help others in need. That was all. He wanted to be a leader of men in the realm of battle - but not outside of it. He could not help but feel that every leader who strived for power somehow ended up corrupted in the process.
Thor filtered out with the others, all of them upset that their journey had been delayed in order to pay homage to the new Prince. This day had been declared a national holiday, and now they could not all leave until the next morning. This left another day to do nothing but sit around, mourn the former king and contemplate Gareth's rise. It was the last thing Thor wanted. He had looked forward to journeying, to crossing the Canyon, to getting on the ship, to having the ocean air clear his senses, to leaving all of this behind and throwing himself into whatever training the Legion had in store for him.
As they exited the castle gates, Reese came up beside him and jabbed him hard in the ribs. Thor turned and saw Reese gesturing off to the side. Thor turned to look - and when he did, he could scarcely believe it.
There, standing off by herself, dressed in a long dress of black silk, stood Gwendolyn. She was looking right at him.
Thor could hardly comprehend it. He had thought that she had not wanted to see him again.
"She wants to speak with you," Reese said to Thor. "Go to her. "
O'Connor, Elden and the twins, along with several other boys, let out a chorus of oohs and aahs, jostling Thor.
"Lover boy is being summoned!" O'Connor called out.
"Better run to her, before she changes her mind!" Elden said.
Thor, reddening, turned and looked at Reese, trying to ignore the others.
"But I don't understand. I thought she didn't want to see me. "
Reese slowly shook his head, smiling.
"I guess she came around," he answered. "Go to her. We don't leave until tomorrow. You have time. "
Thor heard a yelp and looked down to see Krohn take off, charging towards Gwendolyn. Thor needed no more prodding: he took off after him, to the mocking calls of his friends. Thor didn't care. Nothing mattered to him now, as his mind was filled with thoughts of seeing her. He had not realized how badly he had missed her, how deep a pain had sat in his chest, until he saw her again.
Thor followed Krohn as he zigzagged through the crowd, and finally reached her. She stood not far from the entrance to the castle, and he stood before her, jostled by the hundreds of people continue to filter out from the ceremony. She stood there, staring back, solemn. It saddened him to see the great joy that used to light up her face now gone, replaced with a withdrawn look, an aura of mourning. Yet somehow, it made her even more beautiful in the stark morning light. Krohn jumped on her foot, but she held her eyes on Thor's.
Now that he was standing before her, once again, he hardly knew what to say. He was about to speak, to say something, but she spoke first.
"I'm sorry for my words yesterday," she said, softly. "About you being a commoner. Being beneath me. I didn't mean it. I was just upset. It is unlike me. Forgive me. "
Thor's heart swelled at her words. He could hardly believe she was being kind to him again.
"You don't need to apologize," he said.
"I do," she said. "I didn't mean those things. Reese told me all those things I heard about you were lies. I was mistaken. I should have known better than to listen to the others. I should have given you a chance. "
She looked at him, her startling blue eyes mesmerizing him, and he found it hard to think straight.
"Will you give me another chance?" she asked.
Thor broke into a wide smile.
"Of course I will," he said. He looked down and kicked the rocks before him. "In fact, I hadn't given up hoping that you might change your mind. Because I never changed mine. "
She looked up at him, and for the first time in a while she smiled, a broad smile, and it lifted Thor's heart. He felt a hundred pounds lighter.
All around them people continued to filter out and they were jostled every which way. She reached out and took his hand, and the feel of her smooth skin electrified him.
"Come with me," she said.
Thor could feel the looks of those all around them, and he wanted to leave, too.
"Where shall we go?" he asked.
"You'll see," she answered.
Without hesitation he followed, she guiding him as they held hands through the crowd, around the side of the castle, and out towards the open fields.
*
Thor and Gwen walked hand-in-hand in the early morning light through fields of flowers, Krohn at their side, the second sun rising, a beautiful summer day blooming around them. They passed through groves of trees, in full bloom with turquoise and white and green flowers, birds of all sorts swooping down around them. Flowers up to their knees, they continued climbing the gentle slope of a hill until finally they reached the top.
From up top, the view was magnificent. Thor turned, and had a sweeping view of the King's Court in every possible direction. It was a clear blue and yellow sky, a wisp of cloud sitting gently on the horizon.
Affecting Thor even more than the sweeping vista was the site he saw as he turned the other way: King MacGil's burial plot. Set against the dramatic Kolvian Cliffs was a fresh mound of dirt, a long pole marking it, with a circle at the end and a falcon within it, the symbol of their kingdom. There came a screech high up in the air, and as Thor watched, Ephistopheles
swooped down and landed on the tip. She perched there, stared out at Thor and Gwen, and raised her wings and screeched again. She then lowered her wings and settled comfortably on the pole.
Thor and Gwen exchanged a puzzled look.
"The actions of animals will always be a mystery to me," Thor said.
"They sense things," she said. "They see things we do not. "
Thor marveled that they were the only two here, at this fresh grave site. The thought of it pained him. But a day ago, the king could have commanded anyone he wanted, could have summoned thousands of people at his whim; now that he was dead, there was not a single person here to pay homage.
Gwen knelt down and gently placed the bunch of turquoise flowers she had picked along the way. Thor knelt beside her, smoothing the rocks away from the mound of dirt. Krohn walked up between them, lay down on the mound of dirt, lowered his chin, and whimpered.
As Thor knelt there, the only sound that of the whipping wind, he felt an overwhelming sense of grief. Yet, in a strange way, he also felt comforted. This was where he wanted to be. With MacGil. With Gwen. Not in the court, watching the prince be crowned. Not anywhere else.
"He knew his death was coming," she said.
Thor glanced over and saw Gwen, staring down at the grave, was tearing up.
"He sat me down, just days ago, and kept talking about his death. It was strange. It upset me. I told him to stop. But he wouldn't. Not until I promised him. "
"Promised him what?" Thor asked.
Gwen, silent, wiped a tear, arranging the flowers perfectly on her father's mound of dirt. After a longtime, she finally leaned back, and sighed.
"He made me vow that if he died, I would rule his kingdom. "
She turned and looked at Thor, her beautiful blue eyes wet, lit up in the morning sun, the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, and he was shocked to realize her words were true.
"You? Rule the kingdom?" he asked, stunned.
Her face darkened.
"Do you not think I'm able?" she demanded.
Thor stammered.
"No - no - of course not. I didn't mean it that way. I - I was just surprised. I had no idea. "
Her expression softened.
"I was surprised, too. It was not something I wanted. But I told him I would. He would not stop until I vowed. "
"So. . . then I don't understand," Thor said, confused. "Why was Gareth crowned? Why not you?"
She looked back down towards her father's grave.
"My father's wish was never ratified. The Council would not abide by it. "
"But that is not fair," Thor yelled out, feeling the indignity of it rising within. "It was not what your father wanted!"
She shrugged.
"Is just as well," she said. "It is truly not something I want. "
"But it is not just that Gareth should be the one to rule. "
She sighed, wiping back a tear, collecting herself.
"They say that each kingdom gets the king that it deserves," she said.
Her words lingered in the air, and as Thor really thought about that, he realized that Gwen was much wiser than he thought. He realized in that moment what a good ruler she would, in fact, make. It upset him all the more that she was passed over, that her father's wish was ignored.
"But I do worry for our kingdom," she said, "our half of the Ring. The McClouds - when they hear that Gareth is crowned - they will be emboldened. It will embolden all of our enemies. Gareth is not a ruler, and they all know that. We will be vulnerable. "
Thor wondered about all the ramifications of the King's assassination. They seemed endless.
"But what bothers me most of all, is not knowing who killed him," she said. "I must know. I cannot rest until I do. I feel that my father's soul will not rest, either. Justice must be done. I don't trust anyone in this court. There are too many spies, and everyone lies. In fact, you're the only one I can really trust - and that is because you are an outsider. Along with my brothers, Kendrick and Reese. Other than that, I trust no one. "
"Do you have any idea who might have wanted him killed?" Thor asked.
"I have many ideas. And many leads to pursue. I will pursue each one of them, and I will not stop until I find his killer. "
Gwen was looking at her father's grave as she said it, and Thor felt the conviction in her words, felt that she would find out who did it.
After a long while, Gwen stood. Thor rose, too, and they stood there together, side by side, looking down at the grave.
"I want to get far away from here," Gwen said. "I want to leave this place. A part of me wants to never come back. I hate all of this. I don't know where it will all end. But I feel that it must all end tragically. In death. Betrayal. Assassination. I hate this court. I hate being royalty. I wish I could live a simple life. In fact, I wish my father had been a farmer. Then, he would still be alive. And that would mean more to me than the entire kingdom. "
Thor, feeling her pain, reached out his hand and held hers. She did not pull away.
"I will be far from here myself, soon," he said.
She turned and looked to him, and he could see fear in her eyes.
"What do you mean?" she asked, urgently.
"Tomorrow we all embark, the entire Legion. The Hundred. We sail for training, for a distant isle. I won't be back until the Fall. Assuming I make it back at all. "
Gwen looked crestfallen. She slowly shook her head.
"Life can be so cruel," she said. "Everything at once. " She suddenly looked determined. "When does the ship sail?"
"In the morning. "
She clasped his hand.
"That gives us a day together," she said, a smile forming. "Let's make the most of it. "
Thor smiled back.
"But how?" he asked.
She smiled wider.
"I know the perfect place. "
She turned and led him away, and the two of them took off, holding hands, running back through the fields, Krohn beside them. Thor had no idea where she was taking him, but as long as he was with her, nothing else mattered.