[amazing_zia]

I love it! You follow the time period nicely. :]

[kaniny13]

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[lindsayx159]

Chapter 11: For the Kingdom

Genevieve knocked on the thick, wooded door that led to her father’s study.

“Come in!” King Agmar called from within in his old, merry voice.

Genevieve grasped the iron handle and pulled the door open just enough to slip in. She shut it gently behind herself as she said “Hello, father.”

King Agmar smiled warmly and said “Sweetheart, I thought you had gone to bed.”

“I’m not tired just now,” Genevieve said delicately, as she sat down on the plush chair next to her father, before the majestic fireplace. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things.”

“Well, as a young woman, I assume you would be. Especially since you’re, uhm, romantically related with young Sir Thomas.” King Agmar said in a slightly awkward tone.

“How did you know about that?” Genevieve asked as though she had no idea what he was talking about. “I mean, he didn’t say anything to you at dinner, did he?” Genevieve began to review the past night’s events in her mind. Had Thomas mentioned anything to him?

“Oh, not at dinner, dear.” King Agmar reassured her. “But he did mention after the meal how fortunate he feels he is to have been, ehm, chosen by you.” he said, assuming that Genevieve understood what he meant. “He really seems to respect the Kingdom. I think, personally, that he’ll make a fine ruler if you choose to wed him.” King Agmar leaned forward and took Genevieve’s hand, and smiled affectionately at her. “Also, I couldn’t help but notice how he couldn’t take his eyes off you in that beautiful new gown. You look like your mother, you know, dear. A fine Queen-to-be indeed.”

Genevieve felt her heart sink into her stomach. Her father rarely ever expressed such emotion towards her. He obviously was fond of Thomas, but Genevieve honestly didn’t care much for the young man, at least not in a romantic sort of way.

“I think I might choose him.” Genevieve said tenderly as she attempted to swallow the lump in her throat. “He’s a very respectable man, and I think he’ll be a good influence for the Kingdom.”

“Ay, that he would be, my sweet. I am happy for you.” King Agmar said contentedly. “Now, you really should get to bed.”

“Yes, father.” Genevieve replied obediently, although she had a feeling she would not be able to fall asleep that night.

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[kaniny13]

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[lindsayx159]

Chapter 12: The Wall

“I’m going to the garden, Elizabeth!” Genevieve called into the kitchen as she passed by, her day gown fluttering behind her as she made for the door.

“Alright, my Lady! I’ll make sure no one bothers you. Have a pleasant walk!” Elizabeth hollered back.

Genevieve slipped out the back door of the kitchen hallway, through the back courtyard, then under a leafy archway, which led to her own, private garden.

When she reached the floral paradise, she let out a puff of air. It was nice and sunny today she noted, and she made her way to the back of the garden, to the stone wall which surrounded the area.

When she reached the towering stone blockade, she glanced over both of her shoulders cagily. After she was sure that no one was around, she began to swiftly untie the ribbons that ran down the back of her informal day gown.

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“Oliver!” Matilda called heatedly. “Damn boy! Where are you?”

“I’m hangin’ laundry!” Oliver shouted back from the middle courtyard. He wiped his brow with his forearm, causing the dirt on his rolled up sleeve to make a chalky line across his forehead, and walked towards the kitchen. When he reached the door, Matilda rushed over to him.

“There you are! I need you to go water the flowers in the back garden.” Matilda said as she pushed a metal watering can into his arms. Oliver raised his eyebrows and sucked in his lips. What the heck did she think he was, a seven armed beast?

“Oh, Matilda!” Elizabeth said over her shoulder, as she continued to cut the carrots before her. “I don’t think right now’s a good time to send Oliver in there, the Princess just went back there.”

Matilda rolled her eyes. “Well, he’ll just have to be quiet now, won’t he? Those flowers need waterin’. Now off with you! Don’t you dare kill any of those flowers!” With that, Matilda shooed Oliver from the doorway.

As Oliver sauntered into the garden under the lush archway, he felt his heart lighten. More than likely, he would see Genevieve. Although he knew he was strictly prohibited from making any contact with her in the garden, he didn‘t intend on going out of his way to avoid her. If he bumped into her, he’d rather face the consequences from Matilda than act like an bumbling idiot in front of Genevieve. He already hadn’t had a bite to eat for two days, what else could they take from him?

Oliver slowly made his way straight down the main path of the garden, towards the back wall. He watered the lovely blue clusters of Forget-Me-Nots, and the beautiful yellow rose bushes opposite them.

Suddenly, Oliver glanced up from the patches of flowers and spotted Genevieve, standing with her back facing the walkway. Oliver, out of instinct and hunger he supposed, quickly ducked behind the rose bushes, crushing many of them beneath himself in the process. He stifled a cry as the thorns scratched his legs through his trousers, but watched Genevieve with deep interest.

She began to rapidly untie the ribbons that ran down the back of her day gown. “What in the…?” Oliver whispered to himself gently, as he continued to examine her attentively. As she shed her fluffy gown, he noticed, to his relief and slight disappointment, she had more clothes underneath. He recognized her underclothes to actually be her nightgown, which he had hung out on the laundry line multiple times before. But why, in the middle of the afternoon of all times, would she come into the garden, and strip down into her nightgown?

When Genevieve finished undressing, she picked her day gown off the grass, and tucked it neatly behind a large, blossoming bush. After stowing her gown, she returned to the place in front of the wall where she had been before. Suddenly, she began to scale the vast barrier, taking her footing on unevenly laid stones. In a matter of seconds, she reached the top, and swung her feet over, and in an instant, disappeared over the wall.

Oliver barely had time to react. He rushed over to the wall, kicking off his worn hide shoes in the process. He scaled the wall much the way she did, but stopped at the top to survey the area.

He saw Genevieve walking undauntedly into the dark woods not far from the wall. Oliver, again by bare instinct, jumped to the ground with a thud, and followed the princess into the gloomy grove.

[lindsayx159]

kaniny13 wrote: i don't know you that well, but from what i know you seem pretty cool and really nice, i'd recomend you, also i really love your story i check every time im on to see if you've posted more

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[amazing_zia]

Ooh, suspense! ;o

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