*Two days before Lily was born*
*QUEEN ARABELLA'S CHAMBER*
Queen Arabella lay peacefully on her bed, adorned in soft and cozy pajamas that embraced her like a warm, comforting hug. Her regal demeanor gave way to a serene vulnerability, as she drifted into the realm of dreams, like a graceful swan gliding upon a tranquil lake.
Her breathing was steady and gentle, like the soft whisper of a summer breeze rustling through the leaves. The weight of her royal duties seemed to momentarily dissolve as she found respite in slumber, like a weary traveler finding shelter in a safe haven.
The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a silvery glow upon her sleeping form, illuminating her features like a delicate portrait painted by an artist's loving brushstrokes. The shadows danced playfully across the room, like ethereal dancers moving to a silent symphony.
Suddenly, In a swirling haze of darkness, a witch emerged with hands of dark smoke, like malevolent tendrils reaching out from the depths of a cursed abyss. Her presence sent shivers down the spine, and the air around her seemed to thicken with evil intent.
The witch's eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, like fiery orbs that could pierce through the soul. She advanced towards Queen Arabella's chamber, her sinister laughter echoed through the walls, causing the very foundations of the palace to tremble in fear.
With deadly precision, the witch moved to seize Queen Arabella while sleeping, her dark smoke hands coiling around Queen Arabella's neck like suffocating serpents. The queen's breath caught in her throat, and a sense of impending doom loomed over her like a relentless storm.
Just when it seemed all hope was lost, a mysterious spirit draped in a billowing white garment materialized before the witch, a radiant aura of protection emanating from their form. The spirit's presence exuded an ethereal calmness, like a soothing breeze that brings comfort amidst chaos.
As the witch's dark smoke hands attempted to tighten their grip, they were met with an opposing force of divine strength. The battle between light and darkness unfolded in the chamber, like a cosmic clash of opposing forces.
The mysterious spirit in a white garment billowed with grace and power, as if she was an ancient guardian of light and purity, protecting Queen Arabella's pregnancy with unwavering devotion. With a final burst of brilliance, the spirit vanquished the witch's dark grip, sending her retreating into the shadows.
Queen Arabella gasped for air, her heart pounding with relief and awe at the sight before her. The mysterious spirit, a savior in the darkest hour, offered a gentle smile and said "the child must live," before fading back into the realm from which they came, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder and gratitude.
Erika rushed in, when heard Queen Arabella streamed and asked impatiently,
"What happened, your highness?
Queen Arabella didn't respond to her, she just sat down on the edge of bed and was sweating as if they threw a drum of water at her.
*Next Day*
The morning in Everglen Kingdom was cloaked in sorrow, as a profound sense of loss and grief engulfed the land. The once vibrant and bustling streets were now filled with hushed whispers and tearful sobs, as news of the tragic deaths spread like a somber melody through the kingdom.
The sun's rays struggled to pierce through the heavy clouds that seemed to mirror the collective heaviness in the hearts of the people. The air hung with a sense of melancholy, as if mourning alongside the grieving citizens.
In every corner of the kingdom, there were scenes of heartbreak - families weeping over the loss of loved ones, friends consoling one another with heavy hearts, and the wails of mourners echoing through the air like a mournful symphony.
As the people gathered to pay their respects, the sorrowful faces painted a picture of immense pain and loss. The once lively marketplaces were now deserted, and the joyous laughter that once filled the streets was replaced with silence and tears.
In the palace, even Queen Arabella couldn't escape the deep sorrow that permeated the kingdom. Her regal countenance was etched with grief as she mourned alongside her people, sharing in their collective anguish in the early morning.
The day seemed to pass in a blur of sorrow and lamentation, with the kingdom draped in a shroud of sorrow. The loss of lives left a void that couldn't be easily filled, and the pain of the grieving souls weighed heavily on the entire realm.
Yet, amidst the sorrow, the strength of the people was evident as they came together to support one another through this devastating time. Their resilience was like a ray of hope amidst the darkness, reminding everyone that even in the face of tragedy, there is unity and compassion to lean on.
As the sun set on that sorrowful day, the tears continued to flow, and the grief lingered in the hearts of the people. But the dawn of the next day would bring a new resolve to heal and rebuild, as the memory of those lost would forever be etched in the hearts of the Everglen Kingdom, a testament to the power of unity and the enduring strength of the human spirit in the face of sorrow.
*PRIEST SABASTIAN HOUSE*
Priest Sabastian was sitting on a wooden chair. Resting his back calmly, unaware of what was going on, in the palace, because the last time he went to the palace, he was possessed by a witch that cursed the kingdom for them to believe what he said to them.
"Hahahahaha, the show has begun,"
A hideous voice said in his head.
"Hahahahahaahahahahaahahahahaaha."
*QUEEN ARABELLA'S CHAMBER*
Queen Arabella's serene composure shattered as a sudden wave of excruciating pain washed over her, causing her to grunt in agony. The regal grace that usually adorned her face contorted into a grimace of pain, and her hands clutched tightly onto her rounded belly as if trying to brace herself against the overwhelming sensations.
In that moment, the queen's regal presence gave way to raw vulnerability, and beads of perspiration formed on her forehead as she struggled to cope with the intense contractions. Her breaths were shallow and rapid, and her eyes, usually filled with warmth and poise, were now clouded with a mixture of pain and determination.
As the pain surged through her body, the queen's attendants rushed to her side, their faces a mix of concern and urgency. They offered comforting words, trying to soothe her during this critical moment, but Queen Arabella's focus remained on the impending arrival of her child.
Her chambers, once a sanctuary of peace and elegance, now bore witness to the primal force of childbirth. The atmosphere was charged with both fear and hope, as the kingdom's future heir was about to make their grand entrance into the world.
Despite the pain, Queen Arabella summoned her inner strength, knowing that she had to endure for the sake of her unborn child and her kingdom. Each contraction brought her one step closer to the precious life she carried within, and she clung to that thought like a lifeline, finding strength in the love that grew stronger with every passing moment.
Amidst the grunts of pain, the room also echoed with whispers of encouragement, the queen's loyal subjects offering their prayers and support from outside the chamber. The bond between the queen and her people felt palpable, as they awaited the arrival of their future ruler.
In this poignant moment, Queen Arabella's vulnerability only added to her regal charm. Her journey from queen to mother was a testament to the resilience and beauty of life, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of pain to embrace the joy of new beginnings after six years in the palace.
With each passing moment, the pain intensified, and the anticipation heightened. Yet, Queen Arabella's courage and determination shone through, like a beacon of hope, guiding her through the dark and uncertain path of childbirth. And as the final push approached, the kingdom held its breath, awaiting the moment when their beloved queen would bring forth new life into their world.
To be continued.....
Did Queen Arabella survived while delivery? Or.....