Chapter Two

Chapter 2

Gradually, as the weeks elapsed, by late September, the summer breeze yielded to a biting cold, and snow descended from the mountain peaks above. Vendors set up shop in the village square, where fires blazed in various spots, and the inhabitants, swathed in pelts and thicker attire, braced against the untimely chill. Apprehension permeated as farmers plowed wheat fields too young for harvest, the premature cold freezing the ground and damaging vegetables meant to endure the impending winter. In response, the villagers turned to their king for guidance. To assuage their concerns, he announced plans to initiate winter hunts for boar and bears earlier than usual. 

 

While this news brought momentary relief, as with every winter, a new threat emerged. Sickness proliferated through the village, targeting the vulnerable and elderly. Within the first two weeks of October, five villagers succumbed to the illness, leaving a bitter taste among the survivors. Aurora, foreseeing a challenging winter, observed less fortunate villagers seeking refuge in the tavern and adjacent stables. Franklin left his doors open to anyone who needed but in doing so, to Aurora's horror unwittingly exposed himself to the spreading sickness.

 

"Father, come inside. The hay can wait until morning," Aurora pleaded, wrapped in a fox fur pelt, wading through ankle-deep snow to join him. "You've moved the water barrels and chopped enough wood to last us the season. Please–" Her plea was interrupted by a wet cough from Franklin, who paused in his shoveling. Glancing at his worried daughter, Franklin sighed, his lungs crackling. Despite feeling unwell, he recognized the necessity of tasks to safeguard the tavern and its occupants, even if it meant risking his health. "Fine," Franklin reluctantly agreed, leaning on his pitchfork as Aurora guided him inside.

 

 The tavern buzzed with chatter and a crackling fire, drowned out by requests for ale and entertainment upon Aurora and Franklin's entrance. Annoyed, Aurora glared at the patrons. "You should be ashamed! Look at him! Couldn't any of you have helped?" Her scolding was met with drunken bewilderment and guilty looks. "Enough, Aurora," warned Franklin, leaning against the bar. Displeased with his disagreement, Aurora addressed her father once more. "Fine," she conceded, just as he did a few moments before outside. She returned to the back where she had been making a massive batch of stew that was to be frozen and ate for the following weeks. Gripping the table, she took deep breaths, closing her eyes, longing for the presence of the one person she wished were there with her. 

 

Up in the castle, turmoil wasn't exclusive to Aurora.  “It is important to remain calm.” King Jorah told his son, Seated on a leather chair behind a desk, while Emeric paced back and forth around his study. Emeric’s hands where tight on his waist, a frazzled look in his eyes."How does one maintain composure when everyone nearby is teetering on the edge of panic?" Emeric inquired genuinely of his father.  Even with the power of a dozen dragons combined with their elemental abilities, it was not enough to dispel the winter's grip.They couldn’t make the crops grow faster nor could they stop the ground from freezing.

 

“What benefit is there in panicking?” Jorah queried, tilting his head slightly after signing the decree to initiate the early winter hunt.Emeric ran his hands through his hair and sighed, acknowledging the validity of his father's words. "When people are anxious, they turn to their leaders. If leaders lack confidence, panic ensues, and chaos follows. Panic and chaos are the last things we desire, son," Jorah advised. Emeric licked his lips and nodded in agreement.“We can’t just sit here and do nothing…”" Emeric sighed, at last settling into a seat opposite his father.“We aren’t doing nothing.”  his father reassured, passing the decree to his notary.

 

“What if we’re not doing enough father? There have already been deaths, disease is plaguing the villagers and we may not have enough resources to last the winter.”  Emeric voiced his concerns, a worried expression etched on his face. He was well aware that Aurora and Franklin had been making sacrifices to assist the community. 

 

The King responded with a gentle smile, prompting Emeric to raise an eyebrow, as it was an unlikely moment for such a reaction. "What is it?" Emeric inquired, intrigued.Jorah gently shook his head, reclining in his seat.“It’s just nice to see the fervorin your eyes…it’s…kingly.” Jorah remarked with the pride of a father. Emeric scoffed and shook his head. "Of all the moments to compliment me, Father..." 

 

“No no it’s wonderful, it’s important for a king to care about his people in this way. That's why I encouraged you to explore the villages, engaging in whatever noble pursuits you could find," Jorah explained. "So that, one day, when all of this becomes yours, it will be under the rule of a compassionate king," he added, raising his hands and surveying the surroundings. "And hopefully, a queen as well," Jorah remarked with a subtle smirk. Emeric caught the hint, looking away shyly with a small smile at the mere thought of Aurora, as he often did. 

 

“There’s that smile. That’s a good sign.” Jorah teased. Emeric turned to face his father.  “You ask about her now when the winter threatens us?” Emeric questioned. “I simply want to know more about the girl that has my son smiling when the winter threatens us.” Jorah responded. "So, who is she?" Emeric, typically a courageous man, suddenly grew bashful when the topic arose. Romance was a seldom-discussed subject, even though his father was aware it had been unfolding for quite some time.

 Due to Emeric keeping his royal status a secret, they had never crossed paths. "Her name is Aurora, the daughter of the tavern owner," Emeric disclosed, his eyes drifting into the mental image of her. "But she's not just an ordinary human; she–"

 

"Possesses abilities," Jorah completed the sentence for him. "How did you know that?" Emeric inquired. "Have I mentioned that before?"

 

“I know my people Emeric, even if I don’t have the time to wander around.”Jorah informed him ominously. However, there was an additional element in Jorah's gaze, a sense of knowing.It puzzled Emeric and piqued his curiosity, but he chose to remain silent."So, you're aware of her," Emeric said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. He licked his lips before continuing slowly, "I am fully committed to making her my Queen, and I am confident she will excel in that role, Father," Emeric declared.

 

 Jorah gazed at him with another gentle smile and a look of anticipation in his eyes, a subtle excitement evident. "The love in your eyes is unmistakable, son... It's as clear as day, shining like the brightest star even in the darkest night," Jorah observed. Emeric managed a gentle smile amid everything. "Marry that girl, son. Regardless of the challenges, she will become the greatest asset to our kingdom," Emeric's brows lifted slightly in response to his father's generous words, and the prince's lips even parted in surprise. He hadn't expected such encouragement from his parents, especially given that he was marrying a commoner. Yet, Aurora wasn't exactly common with her extraordinary powers, and to Emeric, she was unique—his one and only.

 

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Theodore had been attending to a report about a suspected bandit group from Asatus attempting to scale the northern wall. Upon his arrival with two other knights, however, the intruders had vanished. It was not uncommon for villagers from the remnants of Asatus to pilfer provisions from Luminara during winter, but it was unusual for them to go uncaptured. "Something must have scared them off," Theodore called out to his fellow knights as he inspected from ontop the wall.

 

Descending towards them, Theodore took hold of his horse's reins. "Write a report for the king; there's nothing more for us to do here. Lionel, post guard along the wall until nightfall,  I'll have someone replace you then." His instructions were assertive, and the two knights nodded in acknowledgment as Theodore mounted his horse. Opting for a detour through the village square, Theodore intended to see Aurora alone, a liberty he often took advantage of in Emeric's absence. 

 

With Emeric occupied with his father's duties, and aware of Franklin's illness, Theodore offered his assistance whenever possible. Rounding a corner, Theodore spotted Aurora leading Franklin back inside through the falling snow, leaving a pitchfork and unshoveled hay behind. Dismounting, Theodore tied his horse at the stables, picked up the pitchfork, and began shoveling.

 

Inside, Aurora reduced the stew's rapid boil to a calm simmer. Observing Franklin chatting with friends over ale, she thought, 'At least he's resting.' A sound coming from the open window in the back of the kitchen pulled her away. Walking over to it, she peered her head out looking around until she saw a familiar figure shovelling hay by the stables, a small smile came across her face before she retracted from the open window heading out to the taproom passing a group of patrons she had scolded earlier, she remarked, "If you want to see a real gentleman, look outside." Earning curious looks, she wrapped her pelt around her and headed out into the snow, making her way to Theodore.

 

Meanwhile Emeric had his trusty stallion fetched by the stable boy after a meal with his mother, Climbing onto it, he rode into the village. Despite his recent scarcity, he loathed being away, but when trouble arose in the kingdom, he dedicated himself to assisting his father. Emeric recognized the importance of his preparation for succeeding the throne. Aside from Aurora, his greatest desire in life was to be a great king, following in the footsteps of his father and grandfather. 

 

He aspired to be remembered fondly by his children as a beloved ruler. Gripping the leather reins, he rode into the village, assured that his marriage to Aurora was now firmly established with his father's blessing, a union written in the stars for quite some time. All he needed to do was talk to Franklin. A bright smile illuminated his face as he spotted Aurora in the distance.

 

 "You're a savior, Theo. He would have come back out after an hour," Aurora expressed her gratitude.Theodore turned, smiling down at her with a shrugged leaning against the pitchfork. "Anything for a friend, plus it's honest work." His gaze briefly traced her attire – a layered flannel green dress under the pelt, adorned with boots. Her long curls rested in a beautiful braid over her shoulder; she was always stunning. He licked his dry lips, looking away. "You shouldn't be out here; you'll catch a cold," he warned, resuming shoveling. 

 

His concern earned a shy look from her. "I'm not that fragile. But fine, when you're done, come in, and I'll give you some well-earned stew." She was about to turn, but something caught her eye – an excited smile took over her face as she saw her love approaching on his horse. Emeric's stallion came to a stop, and he stepped down, pulling Aurora into his arms and planting a soft kiss on her lips. "Oh, how I've missed you," he exclaimed with excitement in his voice. Looking beyond her, he noticed Theodore. "Theo! Fancy seeing you here," he said obliviously, offering a smile as he patted Theodore on the back.

 

It felt as if her prayers had been answered as she was immediately embraced in his arms, the excited look in his eyes only intensifying her own. "You've missed me? You sure haven't acted like it, mister.” She stole her kiss away from his as a punishment. "What do you mean?" Emeric asked, offended, his eyebrow raised at her sarcasm. "I miss you every moment of every day," he assured her with a gentle smile. Aurora couldnt resist that smile, her eyes soon softened as she cupped his face in her hands, admiring his features before releasing him when his gaze shifted to Theodore. 

 

Theodore managed a small smile at his friend, concealing the twinge of disappointment he felt seeing them in each other's arms. "I was looking for something to do and found it," he explained his presence before he stabbed the pitch fork into another load of hay."I'll come help you in a moment," Emeric replied to Theodore, it was nice to see him helping. "I've managed most of it; wouldn't want those delicate hands of yours tarnished, do we?" Theodore smirked, keeping his back turned to the two of them as he teased Emeric.

 

"There's something that I'd like to do first," he said ominously, turning back to look at Aurora with an excited smile. After his father's encouraging words, Emeric wanted to quickly get Franklin's blessing. He had kept her waiting for too long. "Is your father here, Aurora?" he asked. "What has you so excited? What are you hiding?" Aurora laughed, observing Emeric nearly vibrating with his enthusiastic smile. As he inquired about her father's whereabouts, her smile faltered, a mix of emotions washing over her.

 

 He chose this moment to speak to her father? Of course, she wanted him to, but with her father sick, he was already in a grumpy mood. "Oh, my love—" Her smile returned, and she gently touched his arms, trying to find the right words. "I don't think now is the time..." Theodore, attempting to drown them out, caught the change in Aurora's tone, turning slightly as he threw the last bit of hay.

 

Emeric's expression shifted into one of confusion at her words. "Has something happened…?" he asked her with a worried tone, studying her face carefully before she turned her gaze away looking back at the tavern door.  "It's been a week since you've been here... he's sick. We shouldn't bother him with such—" Determined, emeric leaned down to kiss her interrupting her words. “Whatever the case, I'm sure your father would be delighted to hear what I have to say." Emeric said finally pulling away. "You've patiently waited for me; I won't allow you to endure any longer without your hand in mine, as it was always meant to be." 

 

Taking her hand in his, he kissed the back of it. "I love you, and I want all to know it," he whispered to her."Emeric," Auroras voice warned as he took her hand; he simply wasn't listening. Even with the sweetness in everything he said, her stomach began to knot as he headed towards the tavern door. Despite her protests, Emeric let her go and walked toward the tavern.

 

Aurora glanced back at Theodore, who had hung the pitchfork with a small frown on his brow. "He never listens, does he?" He attempted to ease the worry on her face with a lighthearted joke, but she let out a huff and hurried in to follow Emeric.

 

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 Once Emeric decided on a course of action, there was nothing that could deter him. His eyes scanned the tavern as he took a few purposeful steps inside. Inhaling deeply, he finally spotted her father, a slight wave of anxiety overcoming him. He hadn't conversed much with her father before. They had kept their relationship under wraps, minimizing their interactions to avoid raising suspicion. Today, however, he was done with secrecy. Confidently, he walked up to the table with a straight back, the posture befitting royalty, and looked down to meet Franklin's eyes. "Sir Cooke, may I speak with you? In private," he added, glancing around at all of Franklin's friends. He didn't want to create a scene—besides, the matter he needed to discuss was for Franklin's ears only.

 

Franklin scrutinized Emeric before turning his gaze back to Aurora, who had entered after him. Franklin wasn't as oblivious as his daughter believed; he recognized the look she gave whenever Emeric walked into the tavern, and he didn't approve of it. Franklin knew exactly who looked back at him when he observed Emeric—a spitting image of his father when he was young. A certain intensity in Aurora's eyes prompted him to set down his ale before standing up. "Make it quick," he grumbled in a gruff voice, gesturing for Emeric to follow him to the storage area.

 

"Yes, sir," Emeric replied, offering a curt yet respectful nod. His father had spoken of Franklin on several occasions during Emeric's upbringing. From what he gathered, they were good friends—serving the kingdom together and embarking on numerous adventures to thwart Asatus in their rampage against them. While the King spoke highly of Sir Cook, the man himself was typically a man of few words, at least whenever Emeric was around. He followed him to the storage area, allowing Franklin to lead the way.

Franklin closed the storage door behind him once they entered, his height overshadowing Emeric. As he turned, his eyes shifted downward to the nervous boy's face. "Well, boy?" he pressed. Emeric locked eyes with him, his lips feeling dry under his gaze. A man of his stature should not feel as he did in that moment. However, when it came to this, he became a wreck. "Per your request, I'll make it quick, Sir. I'm in love with your daughter—utterly and hopelessly. I'm seeking your blessing for her hand.” As the words spilled from his mouth, Franklin's expression remained unwavering, blinking slowly. 

"You've got her mind warped into thinking that's true," Frederick's first words were an accusation, his gaze sharpening as he stepped toward Emeric, backing him up. "You and your father will never get your hands on her; she has nothing to do with his tricks—NO." His words rose towards the end, emphasizing the 'No,' which caused a chesty cough. "But it is true—" Emeric began to defend himself and their love but was taken aback by the rise in his voice. Emeric's lips parted as his posture straightened at the stern voice. 

 

Then, a realization dawned on him as he processed the words. "You know who my father is?" he asked, realizing he hadn't let that information slip yet. Perhaps his father had been talking to him. Franklin's words weren't making any sense to him, but in that moment, he didn't care about sense. He cared about a blessing. 

 

Franklin turned away, swinging the door open. As he walked out, he turned to Aurora, who had been staring at the door. He hated to see her so hopeful, only to crush it with a simple shake of his head. Emeric followed him out, even as he opened the storage door and began to walk away. "Sir, I don't understand.Why can't it be? I love her, she loves me, and your blessing is crucial to her and to us. Please—" he begged him to reconsider. 

 

Aurora watched the unfolding scene between the two of them, not even noticing that Theodore had walked in behind her, bringing in the cold. Franklin didn't appreciate being questioned after he had already given an answer. "I said no, enough of this nonsense! I want him out!" Franklin's cough grew worse, interrupting his words, and he reached out to grip the bar as he held his chest. "Father... just calm down, please," Aurora finally stepped in, moving to her father's side, as did Theodore, wrapping an arm around Franklin so Aurora didn't have to.

 

Emeric came to an abrupt stop when he began to cough. Emeric caught a glimpse of the deteriorating condition he was in, and as soon as he stepped in to help, it was too late. Theodore had already wrapped his arm around him, guiding him up the steps. Emeric could only watch hopelessly as Franklin was led away from him. Aurora turned to Emeric, a sad but sympathetic look on her face. "Just go, Emeric," she pleaded as Theodore started to take Franklin upstairs. She waited a moment before continuing,

 

 "Come to the stables later; let me get him settled." Aurora's words only deepened his despair. Licking his lips, he wanted to say something, but the words failed to escape. He gripped his hand tightand walked out of the tavern. The tension in the place was palpable, and if Emeric's mind wasn't racing, he would have felt embarrassed. He walked out to wait by the stables as Aurora had instructed. Aurora longed to reach for Emeric as he turned away, his expression mirroring the devastation she felt. This had gone horribly, and even with her father's usual behavior, this was something else.

 

Pocketing his hands, he kicked the dirt, replaying every moment and every word that had just been said. He grew angry with himself, and once it subsided, he realized he was confused. There was no reason for them not to be blessed with Franklin's permission, so why was he so stern? Why did Franklin accuse his father of wanting something from Aurora? Emeric groaned at the predicament he found himself in. Pressing his forehead against the wooden column of the stables, he focused on controlling his breathing.

 

Once the door slammed shut, Aurora avoided the stares from everyone who had witnessed the scene. Hurrying up the stairs, she was met by the sight of Theodore coming out of her father's room. "I'll get some water," Theodore offered, a solemn look on his face. He didn't have words for her, but he couldn't deny that he was relieved it had unfolded the way it did. 

 

"Thank you, Theo," Aurora sighed, touching his shoulder as he passed. She looked back at her father's door, gritting her teeth a bit. There was so much she wanted to say, but she didn't want to upset him further. After a breath, she entered the room, seeing Franklin wheezing a bit as he lay on the bed. "Oh... father," she approached, sitting down on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in hers.

 

"I don't want him near you, Aurora," Franklin spoke slowly, his exhaustion finally taking hold. He gripped her hand, fear etched on his face. She was confused by the look; Emeric would never do anything that warranted a reaction like this. "I love him, father. You can't stop what's right. He's never been anything more than a gentleman to me and you," she kept her voice quiet, tears threatening her eyes. "Please tell me what has you so upset. Why are you doing this?" She pleaded for an answer but was shocked as he turned his head away.

 

 "Nothing good can come from him. I am your father, Aurora. I've cared for you all these years. Please listen to me when I say—stay away from him," Franklin closed his eyes, squeezing them as if he was in pain. "Get some rest," Aurora said, leaning over to kiss his cheek, knowing she'd get no answer out of him. Aurora waited until Theodore returned with a cup of water. "Just leave it on his table; I think he'll sleep for the night." Aurora stood as Theodore did what she asked before following her out. "I just don't understand. You know Emeric best. You know the man he is. Why should I be denied happiness because of the ravings of an old man?" Aurora bit her lip to stop her tears, looking away.

 

Theodore sighed, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "Just give it time. Some things can't be answered." That's all Theodore could come up with to comfort her. He wanted to tell her the truth, but he had sworn an oath to protect Emeric. Aurora nodded, smiling slightly up at him before she pulled away, heading back down to the tavern with him to meet Emeric. "Theodore, help yourself to the stew; I still owe you," Aurora reminded him while putting on her pelt. He nodded before going into the kitchen. 

 

Aurora made her way out to the stables. The snow had subsided, but the cold still whipped around her in the wind. She saw Emeric's outline in the dark, stepping closer to him and finally able to reach for him, took his hand. "Look at me, my love," Aurora said, pulling him closer. Emeric felt a pang of pain when she took his hand. He kept his gaze lowered, still haunted by the crushed expression he last saw on her face. "I can't," he muttered, resisting as she drew him closer. A bitter scoff escaped him as he turned away.

 

 "I thought today would be the day I could give you everything you want – everything you deserve, Aurora. But all I saw in your father's eyes was despair," he confessed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. Emeric had never looked so small, his eyes avoiding hers, denying Aurora the connection she craved. His resistance stung, a pain so palpable she almost recoiled.

 

"You deserve better, and I'm not worthy in your father's eyes. I know how much he means to you," He had assumed Franklin's blessing would be a formality, never considering the possibility of denial. The hurt in Aurora's expression cut deeper than he could bear. Why was he deemed unworthy?  Who was more worthy for Aurora than a prince? He always thought himself a humble man but perhaps he was not. He needed to prove to Franklin that he could be the man that Aurora needed. Some how, that meant more to him than being a great King. 

 

"Don't," she croaked, withdrawing her hand as he turned away. "I deserve you! You're better, you fool. He won't take me away from you. I... I'll run away," she declared abruptly, the shock of her own words registering on her face before determination set in. "Yes, yes, we will run away for good!" It sounded like an impractical plan, yet desperation fueled her attempt to salvage the future she had meticulously envisioned.

 

His continued avoidance fueled her frustration, and she cried out, "Look at me!" A demand that echoed, tears streaking down her cheeks, threatened to freeze by the unforgiving cold. "I'm looking..." he spoke in a soft tone. His hands came to cup her face, brushing her tears away with his thumbs. The idea of unbound freedom with her ignited a fleeting warmth within him, but the harsh reality of duty, obligations to his people, and the weight of his legacy brought him back to the ground. 

 

Abandoning these responsibilities was not an option, no matter how much he yearned for such a life. Her tears cut him deeper than any physical wound, prompting him to draw her close, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead and resting his head against hers. His eyes locked onto hers, conveying an unspoken understanding of her pain. "I may not understand why your father harbors such dislike for me... but it doesn't matter," He paused briefly before continuing.

 

 "You can't run away from your father, Aurora, not even for me," he added gently. "He's your father, and despite our love, you might regret it in the future." His determination shone through as he continued, "I'll find a way to win his approval I don't know how yet, but I will, and you will be my wife, no matter what obstacles lie ahead." 

 

As his arms enveloped her, Aurora relinquished the restraint on her tears. Even as he gently wiped them away, fresh waves of grief surged. His words of reason tried to anchor her, but fear, the worst adversary, stirred within her. "I can't bear to be without you, Emeric. I can't recall anything before you," she confessed, her hands seeking the warmth of his that cupped her face, eyes pleading as the thought of Emeric's absence threatened to shatter her.

 

 She clung to his hands, inhaling deeply to compose herself, nodding in agreement with his words. "I love you... endlessly. Even if he never approves, I'll never cease waiting for you. You have my heart, Emeric." Rising on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his, a desperate kiss as if he might slip away at any moment. Her words mirrored the sentiments in his heart, and though the threat to their future hung heavily, Emeric refused to accept its demise. 

 

Determination fueled his conviction; they would remain together. "I love you," he echoed, his voice laden with sincerity. "You're my everything." Surprised by her kiss, he embraced it, allowing it to guide him down to her natural height without needing her to stand on tiptoes—a charming compromise that never failed to amuse him.

 

Matching her desperation, he drew her even closer, a reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere. Their lips lingered before gently parting. His forehead remained pressed against hers, fingers wiping away lingering tears as she managed to calm herself. "I'm sorry... for not being around as much as I should. My father—" he shook his head, deflecting the topic for now. "I failed you today, but it won't happen again," he declared with a soldier's resolve. 

 

Auroras tears subsided as the reassurance settled in—their story wasn't reaching its end; they were bound together indefinitely. His apology softened her saddened eyes, she believed he had nothing to apologize for; he had done precisely what he promised. The one owed an apology was her father.

 

"You've done no such thing; you spoke your heart to a crotchety old man," she remarked, allowing a soft giggle to escape, a welcome change in the atmosphere, she glanced back at the snow that had started falling once more, obscuring the night.  Emeric was reluctant to divert his gaze from her. The past week without her had been unbearable, Despite the seriousness of the situation he chuckled his breath appearing in the cold.

 

 "Don't speak of your father that way..." he said before taking in a deep breath. "You should go before you can't find your way back. Remember, Emeric," she turned her gaze back to him, fingers gently tracing his cheek, "he opened his tavern to the public for shelter; he can't stop you from coming back." Acknowledging her words, Emeric leaned into her gentle touch. Before parting, he kissed her lips once more and shared a tender moment. "Stay safe. If you ever need anything, send a letter to the castle," he assured her his fingers running along her hair and with one last look he took hold of the reins on his horse and raised himself up riding off into the night.

 

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The following two weeks crept by, the sudden onset of cold gradually subsiding, allowing the children to venture outside and play in the snow once again. The village had sufficient provisions to last until the upcoming hunting season, and life settled into a routine. While Aurora continued to care for her father, she kept her distance, giving him the cold shoulder since the night he told emeric no. Franklin, troubled by her silent treatment, found himself frustrated, but both were locked in a battle of stubbornness.

 

 Theodore, making occasional visits to the tavern for water-fetching duties, soon found himself replaced by Emeric. The fire wood ran out quicker than thought, Emeric was there to chop more wood. The stables needed tending too, Emeric was there to switch out the hay and groom what horses were being stored. Candles needed replacing, Emeric showed up with a arm full the next day.

Emeric had made it impossible for Franklin to escape him, even when it came to his illness. Aurora didnt know how or where he had got them from but Emeric would show up with herbs and strange liquids for franklin to drink to help him. At first, Franklin vehemently rejected the concoctions. "I'm not putting that stuff anywhere near me!" he would protest, turning away from the spoonful of liquid Aurora offered. 

 

Aurora, irritated by his resistance, scolded, "Stop being a baby and drink. You think he's going to poison you?" Reluctantly, Franklin would comply. The mysterious elixir, though unappetizing, proved effective. Within a few days of regular doses, Franklin's coughing and wheezing ceased. Despite the evident improvement, Franklin stubbornly stuck to his earlier stance. "This changes nothing. He can work until his hands bleed and cure me of a million diseases, my answer still stands," he declared, further fueling the tension. In response, Aurora chose to forgo sharing meals with her father, escalating the discord between them.

 

For Emeric, he understood that grand gestures were not what mattered to Franklin; it was about character. He worked tirelessly, taking care of the tavern, bringing supplies, and ensuring the people had warmth by lighting bonfires across the Kingdom. Balancing these tasks with his responsibilities at the castle was exhausting, yet Emeric persisted.

 

Returning to the castle that night, Emeric made it in time for dinner with his family, aware that his mother would be displeased if he failed to attend. "How was your day today?" Agatha, his mother inquired, but Emeric, who was almost falling asleep in his soup almost didnt hear her.  "It was alright," he replied wearily, still managing a forced, gentle smile. Emeric's eyes shifted to the guard who approached his mother, whispering in her ear.

 

 Agatha delicately wiped her mouth and stood up. "Excuse me, it seems the florists need me in the foyer.” she explained respectfully, leaving the prince and the King alone.  "What about the girl?" Jorah asked, as soon his wife left. Emeric chuckled softly, teasingly commenting, "These days I feel you ask more about her than about me," setting down his utensils for a moment. Jorah responded with a curious smile. "I only ask because I know you've been sneaking off," Jorah remarked, acknowledging Emeric's attempts to keep his visits to the tavern discreet.

 

 "How is it going? Has Franklin gotten over himself?" Jorah inquired. Emeric's expression fell at the mention of Franklin's name. "He still hasn't spoken to me. He barely looks at me without a snare on his face...I just don't understand. I've never done him wrong, and he believes that I have some ulterior motive for wanting to marry her," Emeric expressed his frustrations. Jorah's expression changed to one of guilt. 

 

Years had passed since Jorah last spoke to Franklin, relieving him of his duties to fulfill one final task—a task that appeared to be Franklin's overachievement. "Leave us," Jorah commanded, addressing the butlers standing ready for requests, Emerics Concern grew when his father requested the butlers to leave them—a rare occurrence reserved for serious matters. After the dining rooms doors were closed, Jorah sat up straighter in his chair, fixing his gaze on his son across the table.

 

 "I may know why," he sighed, rubbing his temples as he stood, searching for the right words. "Nineteen years ago after bringing Asatus to the ground, I found something in the wreckage of the castle." Jorah slowly made his way to the castles large stained glass window, overlooking his kingdom below. "A baby girl with eyes of blue and green. She was so innocent, I couldn't leave her there, and yes, I had my own selfish reasons to take her. I had no idea if King Bennet was dead; the chambermaid I found her with had run off to save herself. So, I took the child as leverage." 

 

Once Jorah began describing Aurora's eyes, Emeric's widened prompting him to stand up the scraping of his chair against the floor echoed, Emeric couldnt grasp what he was hearing making his way over to his father slowly. Jorah looked over to Emeric, a frown etched on his brow. "I took her to the only one I trusted... Sir Cooke was against the idea but still took her in. I'm sure he thinks the day has come where I've come to take the girl away." Jorah looked ashamed of himself, shaking his head as he turned away from his son's stare. 

 

"I never thought in a million years that my own son would fall for that same girl. I seem to have cursed you." Emerics lips slightly parted. "Aurora is from Asatus, and you knew. This entire time?" Placing his hands on Emeric's shoulders, recognizing his son's shock.  "Aurora is the queen of Asatus," Jorah corrected, "Her parents were King Frederick and Queen Roslind. She is a Bennet, but my boy... she must never know. It's in the past now, and you can give her the future she wants, deserves—the future I took from her." Jorah squeezed his son's shoulders before moving his hands to his face. "I'll make this right. I'll invite Sir Cooke out to the hunt in your place. He won't turn down his king." Gently, his hand patted against Emeric's cheek. "Not a word leaves this hall, son. Promise me," Jorah demanded.

 

The revelation caused Emeric's mind to explode. His eyes practically quaked with shock. It explained her magic, her—everything. Asatus, a place he knew so little about, never having seen it at its time of glory but its ruins, books, and stories. He had fallen for a Queen, a true Queen, and he didn't even know it. "I..." Emeric was speechless; words couldn't form in his mouth. "Father, I don't  know what to say," he spoke honestly. Their eyes met again at his father's demand. With a hard swallow, he nodded in agreement. Despite his confirmation, Emeric hesitated. Hiding this from Aurora didn't feel right. She had the right to know. Even when they would marry, he would still have a secret to bare.

 

More determined than ever to marry her, Emeric understood his father's encouragement now. "Thank you for telling me," Emeric said. "I'll keep my promise. Please tell Sir Cooke that I had no idea about any of this when I fell for her. Our love is pure, I swear on my life," He added. Relieved by his son's reassurance of secrecy, Jorah relaxed his shoulders, nodding with a smile at the love in Emeric's eyes. "I know, my boy. She will and always has been destined for great things, so are you," he spoke with soft pride for the man before him. Leading Emeric back to the table with a hand on his back, Jorah encouraged him to eat. "I'll send word in the morning to Sir Cooke. The hunt is in a few days, why don't you take your love out while we're gone, hm?" he suggested as he returned to his seat.

 

Fueled by newfound excitement, Emeric swiftly finished his dinner and made his way straight to the stables. Tonight, he skipped the customary drink with Theodore before bed, understanding that sleep would elude him unless he saw his Aurora. Packing a few supplies, he mounted his stallion and ventured into the dark and cold night. Sneaking Aurora away might not be the wisest choice at the moment, considering his efforts to win her father's approval, but that wouldn't deter him tonight. Dismounting his horse, Emeric guided the animal to the stables by the tavern, ensuring its safety from the lightly falling snow.

 Aurora sighed, gazing out the window at the snow from her bed. Her father snored heavily, she brushed out her hair repeating the motion mindlessly. She should have been in Emeric's arms by now, in a bed together as man and wife. She rose to draw the curtains to her window before approaching her dresser to extinguish the candle. 

 

Emerics gaze lifted to her window, where he discerned the shadow of her figure just behind the curtains. A smile lit up his face at the sight. Emeric was confident that his father would persuade Franklin to allow their marriage; it was only a matter of time. Emeric climbed the lattice and tapped on the window three times, his signature knock. Aurora was startled by the knocks. However, a smile quickly graced her face as she rushed forward to open the curtains, revealing Emeric smiling up at her. Pulling up the window, she chuckled quietly.

 

 "Can you read my thoughts from far away, you sorcerer?" she cooed, leaning down to kiss him gently before pulling away. "You're mad for coming here in this cold." There was a distinct change in the way he regarded her tonight, an air of wonder. Emeric’s expression brightened even more upon seeing her smile. Climbing up a step further, he met her luscious lips. "I had to see you tonight," he explained, wearing a grand smile—a rare sight these days after the incident with her father. He kissed her once more, pulling the small blanket she had around her shoulders tighter. "I know it's cold out... but fancy an adventure?" he asked with a gentle smirk.

 

She felt the blanket tighten around her in his hold, savoring the joy in his smile. However, she couldn't help but wonder why he was in such a good mood when earlier she couldn't get a chuckle out of him. "An adventure, now?" she questioned, studying his face before glancing back at her dark room. She shouldn't, but she just couldn't say no. "Wait for me by the stables; I'm coming," she urged him, stepping away from his hold, waiting until he moved to close the window.

 

Quickly getting dressed, she put on a pair of wool pants and a heavy woolen shirt, stuffing her bed with clothes to make it appear occupied. Her father's snores drowned out the floorboards creaking as she snuck out of her room and down the stairs to the tavern. She laced up her boots and took her father's coat, feeling a bit weighed down, but she didn't mind. The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a gentle glow on the dark night as she joined him by the stables. "You've lost your mind. Where could we possibly go?" she laughed softly.

 

Emeric would have waited forever for her in the dark and cold, but thankfully, she didn't take long. A soft laugh escaped him in response to her words, and he pulled her closer. "Just wait," he told her, unable to wipe the smile from his face, knowing more about her than she knew about herself—a peculiar and special connection.Emeric lifted her onto his horse before he positioned himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist before taking hold of the reins. 

 

"Off we go," he said, kissing her cheek. Keeping her safely within his embrace, they rode off. Auroa gave him a small frown when he wouldn't tell her, "I don't like this." Despite her small protest she was lifted by the waist, and was hoisted up. Her frown transformed into a giggle as he positioned himself behind her. Briefly blushing as her back pressed against his chest, he held her close, her knight whisking her away.

 

Not far from the northern walls he was able to open another smaller gate that lead out into the forest, taking a safe path he knew down the northern face of the  mountain. The journey was long, but the warmth of his arms around Aurora kept her comfortable as the horse galloped in and out of trees. Taking in the sights, she observed the never-ending lake as it came into view. "So, you've come to drown me?" She tilted her head back, looking up at him with a smirk.  

 

Emeric pulled on the reins to bring his stallion to a stop before dismounting. "We're here," he said enthusiastically, extending a hand to help Aurora down. "Are you ready?" he asked, a mischievous flicker in his eyes. Opening a bag beside the saddle, he revealed two pairs of black skates specially made by the castle tailors.

 

Aurora’s feet crunched the fresh snow beneath them. Lost in the beautiful serene view, she momentarily forgot what he was doing. "Oh, Emeric... how did you find this treasure?" She asked in awe, turning to look at him then noticing the skates he held—good quality and expensive. "You always have these nice things; you spoil me too much." Stepping towards him, she continued, "Father made me some years ago; you should have told me, I would have brought them." She always made a fuss when he brought her something new.

 

 “I wanted it to be a surprise,” he justified as he handed her a pair. Knowing she wasn't fond of receiving new things, he still did it because he loved to spoil her. He understood that material gifts weren't essential for her happiness, but he couldn't resist showering her with tokens of his affection. Finding a fallen tree log, he led her there and gestured for her to sit. Emeric knelt down on one knee, although she didn't need his help, he wanted to.

 

Smiling softly, he removed her boots and replaced them with the skates. Tying the laces tightly, he ensured they were secure. The scene was enchanting, with the snow falling gently blending in with her white hair and the moonlight gracing her. The sincerity and warmth in his eyes never wavered as he looked up at her. Watching him kneel in front of her made her heart skip a beat—a glimpse of what she wanted. "They're beautiful, thank you," Aurora expressed her gratitude, observing him tie them tightly. She couldn't deny the pleasure of witnessing him take care of her. Tonight, there was something different about him, a change she appreciated. Though she sensed it, she chose to keep quiet, not wanting to disrupt the  moment.

 

“Your father must have taught you how to skate… but when was the last time you’ve been?” he asked curiously. Teasingly, he added, “When was the last time you had any fun?” Emeric moved to put on his own skates, helping her up once he was done he guided her to the ice."When I was younger, yes, but the last time I went was before I met you," she laughed at his subsequent comment, shaking her head. "With you? Every day." She stood a bit wobbly, gripping his forearms with a hint of fear, trusting he wouldn't let her fall. "What if it's not thick enough yet?" she asked, worry evident in her voice as the skates glided against the ice with his guidance.

 

 Emeirc found it adorable how she wobbled on the ice. Maintaining a steady hold on her one hand resting on the side of her waist, while the other stayed where is was while Aurora firmly gripped on his forearm, ensuring her balance. "In this weather? It should be frozen solid," Emeric assured her, a playful smile lighting up his face. He guided her farther onto the ice, offering a gentle reminder, "You've been working so hard helping people at the tavern. You should steal some fun for yourself sometimes." Emeric acknowledged the collective effort everyone had put into helping, but in the midst of it all, she was the breath of fresh air he cherished.

 

"I do have fun! I... well, I..." Aurora struggled to think of her leisure activities as her legs gradually moved more gracefully. "Oh, I go for very nice walks in the fields sometimes; that's always fun." Despite the simplicity of her words, she sounded genuinely happy. "Walks are fun?" He asked skeptically. "Not unless they're with me," he teased, ensuring a secure grip on her hand until she felt comfortable doing more on her own, he loosened his hold to give her more freedom. He closely watched her, the spark in his eyes as bright as when he first saw her years before. ."Come on...that's it...just like that," he praised her as she gradually got the hang of skating with her blades

 

Aurora laughed as she slowly released herself from Emeric's support, maintaining her balance with outstretched arms. "It feels like flying!" she exclaimed, picking up speed until she almost stumbled, slowing down just in time to avoid any harm. Laughing, she turned to Emeric, beckoning him to follow her. Skating since childhood,Emeric swiftly caught up with her, effortlessly closing the gap between them. Despite Aurora having already found her balance, he didn't hesitate to take advantage, encircling his arms around her waist. 

 

"Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?" he whispered in her ear.As they glided slowly across the ice, she tilted her head back against his chest, a blush gracing her cheeks in response to his words. "Not tonight, but many nights before.” She chuckled  “Will you be keeping me in your arms all night? Or just for a while?" she teased, feigning annoyance, as if being stolen away by him wasn't something she eagerly anticipated. 

 

Emeric gave  a gentle smile and drew her even closer, creating a shield against the cold snow. "I would keep you in my arms for eternity if I could," he assured her, ignoring the teasing annoyance in her voice, leaning down to capture her lips in a tender kiss. His large hands delicately traced her abdomen, and he continued to kiss her neck, closing his eyes to savor the moment. "Eternity sounds like heaven with you, my love," Aurora hummed softly as his hands left a tingling sensation in their wake. 

 

Her heart raced as his warm lips continued their trail down her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. "You'll be the death of me," she whispered, turning to face him, eyes filled with desire. As they came to a stop, her hands ran up the fur of his coat, frustrated by the winter's barrier that kept them closed off from each other. He had been a gentleman all this time waiting for marriage to consummate their relationship, but now, impatience was growing within her. 

 

"I love you," he declared, as he had done many times before, yet this time those three words carried added weight. The remainder of the enchanting night was spent skating on the ice before he escorted her back to her window, bidding her a loving goodnight, unaware of what lay ahead for them. "For eternity," Aurora said his word again, her hands moving to the collar of his shirt, pulling him down for another passionate kiss.

 

Reluctantly, the night had to end, and she needed a few hours of sleep to function. When he helped her up to her window, she looked back at him, feeling a strange pain in her stomach that didn't align with the night's joy. She wanted to tell him that something felt wrong, but she forced a smile, not allowing it to taint the end of their night.  She didn't know at some point she'd regret not listening to that feeling.