Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Star Crossed
He threw another fit again; this time acting rather rashly for someone of his rank. It took her maids well over a day to clean her weaving rooms after the pony had destroyed everything.
Why can you not see that what you are doing is sacrilege? Huh…and father made YOUR children Emperor.
“Perhaps it is but it is hard to ignore this feeling…” She placed a hand over her heart. “I suppose this is what mortals call love…Hmmm it feels rather nice.”
A snort.
Love is not needed to us in the heavens, sister. It clouds the mind, makes the mind impure.
“Then why do I feel as though my mind is as pure as the seas, brother?” She shook her head then stood, her kimono billowing around her. “I will return soon…I must go and see my children.”
You are going to see him again, are you not? The weirdo with the bird’s head.
“That is not what I see, brother…” She gave a gentle smile to him. “I see someone who understands me. Besides, just because mortals believe he has a bird’s head does not make it true.” A giggle. “If it were true then all his children would be half bird.”
A roll of the eye. They are going to find out sooner or later, sister. Locking yourself in a cave will not work again.
“I know…Neither will your incessant ways of trying to get me to stay. Did you honestly believe throwing a flayed pony into my weaving halls would stop me?”
What can I say…I have a temper.
Another giggle. “Indeed you do. It will be interesting to see how the mortals will portray your temper, brother.”
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Crys woke in the arms of her husband, feeling her heart at peace. The past two days were strained with so many emotions she thought she would burst.
It was hard to release herself from Quatre’s grasp for his arms were like a vice. Noticing the clock it was still pretty early. The sun should be rising soon.
Finally able to leave her husband’s embrace, Crys grabbed her robe and opened their balcony. It was a summer morning, so there wasn’t much wind about. Looking towards the horizon she saw the small trickles of sunlight starting to appear. She had seen the sunrise a couple of times before in her life, but this one felt different. It was almost as if this particular rising sun promised things to happen as it rose for the new day.
A hand wrapped around her waist. Leaning against the owner, Crys sighed.
“Quatre…Do you feel…Something is going to happen today?” She asked.
“Something bad or good?” Quatre asked back.
“I’m not sure…but…I think I’ve decided that I didn’t force you to fall.”
Quatre’s grip on her tightened slightly. “Did you have another?”
“Yes but…this one was different.” She placed her hand upon his own around her waist. “We were like Romeo and Juliet, I think…Star crossed lovers that were not supposed to meet one another, let alone fall in love.”
“I see…” His head fell on her shoulder. “If that were true then we must have fallen together. Maybe falling from grace was the only way we could be together.” He kissed the top of her head. “No more on this matter, please. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
With a nod she agreed. The two had walked back into their room the moment a maid stumbled in. The maid wasn’t expecting the two hence she froze in her steps. It was Amelia, a young girl that had been hired two months ago after her predecessor, Clarissa, retired.
“Oh…Oh my, I’m sorry!” She stuttered.
Quatre noticed the time, gave a groan. They had slept in.
“It’s alright Amelia.” He chuckled. “I guess we just lost track of time.” Smiling he hugged Crys. “I’ll see you in the garden for lunch. We’ll have a family dinner, us and the children. ”
Crys smiled. “That sounds wonderful.”
A kiss and her love left her to her musings as their morning routines began.
Not wanting to get in Amelia’s way, Crys headed into the closet.
“Pardon me for saying ma’am.” Crys poked her head out. “Mr. Winner sure is a nice man.”
A gentle smile graced Crys’s lips. “Indeed he is.” She went back into the closet. The blue shirt she tossed yesterday was looking to be the perfect shirt to wear today. “He would never let any harm come to me or our children.”
“Really? He sounds like a prince.”
Crys smiled as the last button went into its hole on her shirt.
“Yeah…I guess he is…” She went into the bathroom, huffed at the mop of hair on her head. “Why did I decide to grow this out?” A giggle. “Oh yeah…Quatre.”
“You would do anything for the master, wouldn’t you ma’am?” Came Ameila’s voice from the bedroom.
A few brush strokes and the mop turned into well groomed hair.
“Of course I would…And he for me.” Now for the hard task, makeup.
“Would you die for him?”
A lipstick container crashed to the tile floor right beside the feet of a startled Crys. A knife was pressed to her throat.
“Ameila? What…?”
“Go back to heaven, Ameterasu.” Amelia stated. “And stay there this time.”
