Richard Parker - Elsewhere

But it was a decision Gwaynn had no desire to make though he knew it was necessary. The weight of it kept sleep away and when he grew tired of tossing in the unfamiliar bed he dressed and began walking the halls of the palace. He wandered steadily downward until he was near the ground level and happily met Vio, in her nightdress, starting the climb that would lead her back up to her private room. She carried a very large plate filled with an assortment of meats and cheeses in one hand and had her long cotton nightdress hiked up in the other, so as not to trip. She was looking at the tray of food and would have walked right into Gwaynn had he not cleared his throat sharply. Vio looked up, dropped her nightdress and blushed but then smiled and took a bite of turkey.

“Hungry?” Gwaynn asked, very aware of the girl’s body beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Vio giggled and blushed again, fighting the urge to stroke her hair. She wondered vaguely what she looked like and hoped that she wasn’t too scary. “Famished,” she answered. “You?”

Gwaynn nodded and took a hunk of sharp cheese from her plate and popped it in his mouth. “I could eat.”

They were standing just outside the great hall and without a thought made their way inside. Of course at this hour the hall was empty and still, and it seemed all the bigger for the absence of people. They walked silently across its length nibbling off the plate as they went and when they reached the two large throne chairs they sat down. Gwaynn threw one leg over an ornately carved mahogany arm before reaching for another slice of cheese. They ate in silence for a moment, Vio very aware that she was sitting in the Queen’s chair. She was unable to stop or control it as her mind played out a quick fantasy where she was the Queen; where she was Gwaynn’s.

“You could stay you know,” Gwaynn said in between bites and Vio’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up at him, hope cruelly swelling in her chest. “I need a Weapons Master,” he finished and Vio rushed to hide her disappointment. She was being foolish; she knew that. She’d seen Gwaynn with Samantha countless times and always his eyes were filled with love. She hated that look, but at the same time longed for it, but she knew, knew deep in her heart, he would never truly be hers.

She didn’t even consider his offer. She knew if she stayed she would be miserable, content on one hand to be close to Gwaynn, but continuously tortured by the denial of her heart’s greatest desire. For her, Gwaynn meant only pain.

“Please don’t ask that of me,” Vio whispered her head down. She was afraid if she looked at Gwaynn the tears she was suddenly fighting would overwhelm her. She was saved from anymore embarrassment when boots clamored at the far end of the hall and moved quickly in their direction. Gwaynn stood as the group crossed into the light and for the first time Vio realized that he was wearing his kali in the middle of the night.

‘Is that what it means to be the High King,’ she thought as a group of guards rushed forward escorting an elderly man she did not know.

“Highness,” the old man said with a low bow. “I’m the Speaker Gan…contact has been requested from Manse.”

Gwaynn blinked and his heart jumped into his throat, but he nodded for the Speaker to continue. He glanced back at Vio, whose dark eyes were huge and appeared almost luminous in the half light of the hall. Her legs were pulled up, the gown stretched tight over her knees, but as he watched she unfurled and walked to his side.

Moments later the hazy form of a Speaker bubble appeared before the old man.

“King Gwaynn,” said a voice they both recognized as Zarina Monde’s.

“I’m…I’m here,” Gwaynn said, his voice cracking. Vio slipped her hand into his and squeezed. Gwaynn squeezed back…hard.

“Gwaynn,” another voice said from the bubble, but it was not Monde’s nor was it Samantha’s, instead it was Knote’s…Doctor Knote’s, but spelled with a “K.”

Gwaynn chuckled nervously but then the import of the situation hit him.

“Samantha!” Gwaynn said and Vio’s mind echoed his thoughts and suddenly wondered what would happen if the High Queen died in childbirth. It was a terrible thought, but for Vio it held its own wonder, but then…

“She’s fine,” Knote said. “She had a rough time but she’s resting now and doing well.”

Gwaynn suddenly began to breathe again. He could not remember being so paralyzed with fear…even long ago on the scaffold, the fear was not so intense, not so debilitating.

“And the baby?” he asked, silently cursing the old woman for not getting on with the news.

“They’re doing fine,” Knote replied and she sounded very pleased.

“They?” Gwaynn said and his legs began to shake.

“Twins!” Monde shouted in excitement. “A boy and a girl…you’re a father Gwaynn!”

Gwaynn squeezed Vio’s hand again and he turned to her and smiled, tears welling in his eyes, then he pulled his hand away and began to weave them about in front of him in a strange hypnotic motion. Vio instantly knew what he was doing and moved close to him, close enough to feel the heat that emanated from his body. He was not leaving without her. She watched silently, and he worked for a long time before finally the bridge sprang to life with little warning. Vio saw Monde through the bridge smiling happily across the vast distance which separated them. Vio grabbed Gwaynn’s right hand as it stopped its dance and together they stepped through and back into Manse.

“Amazing!” Monde said. “Well done…very well done. Few can cover such a distance.”

Monde turned and snapped her fingers at someone as the two moved deeper in the dark courtyard of the eastern bailey. Monde stepped forward as the bridge collapsed and Gwaynn sagged against Vio, dimly aware of her soft, firm body as he pressed against it.

“I’m hungry again,” he whispered in her ear and when he pulled back she could see the joy in his eyes.

“You’re married, so you probably should take your hand off my breast,” she whispered back and he jerked his hand away as if she were the goddess of flame herself. Vio laughed and Gwaynn soon joined her. Monde quickly approached with a plate of bread, meat and nuts and Gwaynn tore into it as Knote led the way inside the bailey.

Gwaynn ate continuously as they made their way inside, and in the much smaller hall lay Samantha, her hair still slick with sweat. Her eyes were closed and at first Gwaynn could not tell if she was truly alive, but as he neared her eyes opened and she smiled beautifully at him, radiating happiness.

“You missed it,” she said, her voice surprisingly strong and it was then that Gwaynn noticed the two small bundles propped into the crook of her arms. Poking from the blankets were two tiny faces, perfect in form, absolutely perfect.

“I’m sorry,” Gwaynn answered.

Samantha smiled again. “Knote claims they came fast,” she said. “You’ll have to take her word for it. I disagree.”

Gwaynn moved closer and kissed Samantha on the forehead. “How are you?”

“Tired,” she answered.

Then Gwaynn looked down at the nearest baby.

“Avigail,” Samantha said, “after the first High Queen.”

And though he was frightened, something compelled Gwaynn to reach out and lift the tiny bundle of blankets. It was so light he could hardly tell there was a small person inside. He held her out before him awkwardly, looking into her sleeping face. The baby remained perfectly still for a moment but then she wiggled and yawned and stretched her tiny arms above her head before immediately drawing them back in. Gwaynn moved her close to his body, staring at her while Samantha stared at him, and Vio stared enviously at the new mother.