Remembering her Father
Year 9 after the Dark One’s fall, a day before the signing of the Decree of Conformity, and the night before Eylinn left Ecclestius with her daughters before the civil war. Joint IC with SneakyFlaps.
The shadow of the candle’s light was dancing in the ceiling, the draft from the window gently caressing it back and forth. Fueling it into twice the size, before it hushed the whole flame and turned it’s embers into a memory. Anwën blew at the blue smoke trying to wake it by some divination, until she realised there were no such thing. She rose from the bed and took the candle with her, a stalwart shield against the darkness had it not been so rudely extinguished.
“Rise, phoenix, rise.” She whispered. But the phoenix wasn’t home. She gave the candle a pout as she moved towards the door. The hallways of Azeratii castle was always lit in such a warm manner. The orange gleam from the walls could stave off even the harshest winter breeze, even though the nights of summer was hotter than most daytime in Coal. She walked with her head hung low as she passed a few familiar faces on her way out of the royal children's wing. “Sir Reynar.” She said, as she curtsied towards one of the guards.
“Your Highness.” The guard responded as his gaze kept straight ahead, only giving her a small nod. Thinking twice before asking him to fetch her a tinder, she found this an opportune moment to disturb her parents sleep. With a grin she asked the guard to open the door for her to enter the main body of the castle.
Azeratii castle, while never quite entirely asleep, had an eery sense of voidness to it. The tall ceiling and the ornate walls gave a cool shade upon the bustling palace, and the movement of stray courtiers could be spotted sneaking around in the corners. Watching a young couple fondling against a pillar in the hallway, Anwën didn’t even bother sneaking past them as she made her way towards the royal quarters. She thought for a second to call the guards on them and see what would happen, but decided it may be seen as a rude thing to do. They were having such a pleasant night, while she did not. Anwën could be petty, but not that petty. Further down the hallway a kitchen aide was arguing with a guard over his cart of dishes. The wing he tried to enter had been closed, and now his duties could not be finished during nighttime.
“Better make swift work in the morning then! How is this my problem?” The guard retorted.
“It will be when breakfast is delayed to the whole council as they convene tomorrow! You’ve heard it’s important, have you not? You imagine all those fancy folk would enjoy signing treaties on an empty stomach?” The guard only laughed.
“No, no. That really do sound like Your problem. Since when did guards have anything to do with breakfast?” Anwën was most amused. Letting the scene play out undisturbed she just kept wandering. She did not expect however her next site. Walking just past outside the king’s quarters was one of his closest advisors. Baron Rodney. A dull looking man by all accounts, but he did at least have the curtesy to wear a fancy long coat. That was something Anwën could respect.
“Sir Rodney.” She said, as she made a slight curtsy.
He curled his lips into a smile, even if it seemed fake, which it always did when he smiled to Anwën, and her siblings for that matter. He did a courteous bow, “Your Highness.” Before looking at her for a moment, lost in wonder “Are you not to be in bed?” She shook her head.
“I am not, good lord. I happen to take a castle tour to see that everyone is on their best behaviour. Are you up to scandalous affairs in the night? Or are you on the same mission as I?” She said, challengingly. She would expose the jackal right here and there!
“The Kingdom never sleeps so neither shall I.” Rodney said as he looked at the Princess, not being fairly impressed. “Shall I call for a servant to follow you, your highness, or a guard to escort you back?” She shook her head. She had important business elsewhere.
“No, good sir. I shall have an audience with their majesties on regards of matters of great import.” She stumbled slightly on her words. “Escorts, guards, I will have nothing of the sort. Lest I strike them down with fire from my eyes! For I can see far beyond their lies.” She rhymed, quite impressed by herself.
“Their Majesties have just gone to sleep, do you really wish to disturb the lions in their slumbers?” He said, somewhat forced it would seem. Anwën saw this as a challenge.
“Lions are nothing but small courses of meat to a dragon, good sir. Now resume your duties before I’ll have you escort me to their den! You think my father would much appreciate that?” She said with a menacing grin.
“I think he would appreciate his sleep.” Rodney responded dryly as he opened the door slightly to her parents chambers. “Now get in before I call for a servant.” She walked with dignity forward through the door, clutching her candle. She hoped he had enjoyed their little running in as much as she had. How couldn’t he? She was absolutely charming!
The hallway was certainly fancier than hers. She imagined still, this would be hers one day anyway. Had it not been for that pesky brother of hers being ahead in the succession. If Varian ever became king, Anwën would be sure to request these chambers be offered to her as a consolation prize for being the runner up in the birth lottery. She carefully opened the door to her parents chambers, and met by the quiet snores of her their deep sleep. Anwën went up to the bed and stared at them for a while. It was more difficult than it sounds. The height of the bed was challenged by her own limited such, but with the help of a dresser to climb, anything is possible. As she looked over at them there was only one thing to do. With a decisive move, she ripped the covers from them.
“I will claim it as my own!” She yelled. “Have at ye’, foul beasts!”
Her father was faced away from her and towards her mother and rolled his eyes in annoyance when he woke.
“Your turn.” Her mother squirmed and tried to grab the covers in mid air, finding her hand empty.
“Oh no. This time, she’s your daughter. I took her to bed.” Ra’Gru let out a small sigh and with much effort turned over to look at Anwën.
“Sweetie, give me the treasure.” She shook her head. This was her claimed bounty now, by right of conquest.
“I may only agree to a trade!” She held up her candle. “The flame went out. I need a new one.” Her father feigned shock, or at least tried to between his tired eyes.
“A dragon that cannot light a fire?” He asked perplexed “What is this mischief.” he said as he yawned and began sitting up on the bed. Anwën gave him a pout.
“A dragon cannot breathe fire when she’s on an empty stomach. Father, do you know nothing?” She aimed the candle at him and shook it in a demanding matter. “I need a tinder, and have selected you for the task. I will also accept a small sandwich.” Better strike the iron while it's hot, or at least before it's dipped in the smithy. Her mother was near back to sleep.
“Would you go light the candle, and feed your child, dear? She’s not giving up, and you know it.” Ra’Gru tilted his head slightly and gave Anwën a smile.
“Well if the servant must the servant must, but the servant needs to be properly dressed so.” He looked at his daughter. “First quest is to find my nightgown.” He said to Anwën to get her going. She rolled her eyes.
“Father, do you not know where your own clothes are?” She scouted the room and saw a small piece of fabric hang over one of the chairs on the other side of the room. With a decisive prance, she jumped down the dresser and ran off to fetch him the gown. With the widest of smiles she held it up for her father to take. “Will this do?” Ra’Gru just shook his head.
“Cold.” The fabric was more like her mother’s size, except seemingly very short on fabric itself. Anwën tossed it aside and fetched another garment of more agreeable size.
“How about this one?” Ra’Gru shook his head again.
“Still cold, try something with a fur collar in crimson.” Anwën looked at him with an annoyed grimace.
“You’re walking on fire, lion. Lest the dragon will hurl its fire upon you, don’t test its patience.” She looked more closely and found a red set of garbs, clearly more expensive than the others. She wondered why he’d need fur when the palace was so hot. Her gown didn't even cover her knees. “Here you are, servant! I hope for your sake this is the right one.” Ra’Gru faked a serious gaze.
“I dare not refuse the dragon.” He said as he took it, the nightgown despite its fur and expensive textiles was getting old, and it could be seen on it. Ra’Gru took a breath before he stood up, leaving the comforts of his bed, looking at Anwën with a smile and excitement in his voice. “Shall we leave the treasure here with the old Queen, or steal it for ourselves?” Anwën tapped at her chin, weighing the option of having to drag the bed covers all over the castle.
“The treasure will suit the queen best. Once we’ve found the dragon’s fire, who need the warmth of a bed cover anyhow?” Anwën was, after all, practical first and foremost. So practical, she’d walk across a whole palace to light a candle. “Lead the way!”
As Anwën and Ra’Gru made their way back, Rodney had seemed to run away hunting thieves and burglars on his own. A short glance to the left saw the passing of a few dignitaries from across the realm here for the important summit tomorrow. Anwën had been told to be on her best behaviour, dressed like the glorious princess she was, and treat them with both humility and grace. These traits happened to be her specialty. Especially when offered a proper bribe.
“Will there be a feast after the council tomorrow?” She pondered loudly as they passed a guard, standing at attention by the doorway.
“Only a feast of the grandest occasions.” her father responded, “A tale for bards to tell in every corner of the world. To tell of every beautiful princess, or terrifying dragon which haunts the feast.” Anwën giggled, looking at a spooked member of the kitchen crew. She pointed at him with a joyous motion.
“We expect great work of you at tomorrow's feast!” She said in a commanding voice, as commanding a nine year old girl’s voice could muster. Her father looking sternly, even if in jest at the kitchen crew. Who slowly began stammering.
“I-if that is you.. your command, y-your highness.” She nodded, contently with the warm reception. As they continued their trek they came about the fondling couple, still working hard in each other's arms. Anwën found it curious. What could they possibly accomplish by such a hard, long grind? “Father, must I do that when I am older?” She asked, pointing towards the young courtiers. Ra’Gru looked very unimpressed when he saw the two, both of them completely oblivious to who was around them.
“Most certainly not. Most indecent, even if we are past any sensible hour at night.” He sighed discontented as he looked at them, “Does the Princess wish to judge them for this most heinous crime, or does the dragon wish to scare them as a lesson?” She grinned, mischievously.
“Let’s frighten them so far into the bone, their marrow turn to dust.” She said, as she powered towards them, her father’s hand grasped with her own. “You! What is the meaning of this most infectious behaviour?” The young man standing with his back to Anwën and her father pushed her slightly back without giving much of a care, the woman however opened her eyes which went wide when she realized what was happened looking upon the King, as she slowly began pushing the young man off her, or tried to. Which she eventually managed which made the young man turn around, his eyes shooting even wider when he realized what was happening, and who he had pushed. “Y-your Majesty, we were, um, we were. we were simply sharing secrets, whispers..” Which just left Ra’Gru shaking his head, dumbfounded, and the young woman facepalming.
“Saliva.” Anwën’s father responded, “A most gross indecency to be carried out while in full view of the court. Not to even mention pushing my daughter, who were simply upholding virtue in this otherwise faltering display of court courtesy.”
The man looked at Anwën, “Forgive me, Princess.” he said as he bowed before her, “I meant no offense.” Making Ra’Gru look down at Anwën.
“Do you forgive him?” Anwën looked at him with a judgemental stare. She was more curious as to why the woman was so desperate to resign into his embrace, for he wasn’t that cute.
“For this time.” She said in a calm voice. “Explain now to his majesty the reason of your stay in our home that you have so ungraciously defiled.” She said while stumbling hard on her words. High soaring speech was a rare art, in much need of diligent crafting. But she was getting better at it.
The young man looked confused at the princess before up to the King, “Your Majesty, I am here with my father, we are here for.. um..” The woman behind him just shaking her head before curtsying.
“Your Majesty, we are here for the proclamation and feast in which we so look forward to honouring you with our presence, we meant no offense.” Ra’Gru looked at her, with a small smile that at least one of them had more than one brick to move inside their head.
“Do everyone a favour and use the rooms that has been placed at your disposal.” Anwën nodded at her father’s words.
“And be quick about it! We are no longer entertained by your presence.” She said with a grin. “Or perhaps we would be if father would have your heads.” The young man's eyes went wide again.
“Of course, your highness.” Leaving the woman to simply shake head once more and offer a smile to Anwën as she curtsied before leaving. Ra’Gru knelt down.
“Thus has the heinous villains been dealt with.” Anwën gave a wide smile. It was dreadful, but so entertaining at the same time.
“Never to be seen again! Until we do see them again.” With that, she suddenly realised why they were even up this late. “The candle! Hurry, father! We must hurry to my room.” She dragged him the rest of the road until they came into her room. It was strange, for it felt colder than when she left it. The small amount of warmth the candle provided had probably abandoned the wide space in her absence. She finally reached her arm up towards her father, demanding his attention. “Light it.”
“I will go grab a candle, come.” He said as he began moving outside to take one of the candles hanging on the wall, coming back a moment later and lighting the candle she held in her hand. “See, all better.” It’s luminous flicker was soothing, and she offered it a content smile. The servant had turned into a hero, a reliable stone to lean against in the storm. She hugged her father around the waist.
“Thank you, papa.” She said quietly. As she went back to bed and placed the candle by the bed, it wasn’t hard to go back to sleep.
That night, the candle went out again, and the last time she ever saw her father.