Everything is Grey
1619 Words
At the highest balcony of Grisaia Castle. Ibarra and Queen Catherine stand overlooking the countless crowd cheering for their Queen.
The sun was still soaring above when it decided to snow as if the clouds wanted to join in their celebration.
It wasn't the ceremony yet.
The Queen of Grisaia was there just to greet her people with her grace. The royal guards standing at The Queen's back along with her were the Queenshield, Sir Horengar Bogetta, and her Steward Irelka Hope.
Queen Catherine with a Dazzling white gown embroidered with the finest and abundant detail of outline in cordonnet lace.
Her luxurious gown was partnered with a diamond necklace, earrings, and a sapphire brooch that lights up like her eyes. A long golden-white robe that easily reaches the ground.
Smiling at her people while she elegantly waves her hand.
Ibarra Mide was fitted with a black kirtle held by a jeweled belt. An eagle-like steel pauldron and a leather-soled hose. Armed with The Sword of Ara a Damascus steel on his waist.
Holding the Queen's hand with his right hand while he clasped with his left arm, the blackened heart stone.
'Why did it come to this! Why now!' Ibarra's mind.
While the people below loudly cheer for their Queen and the rising King, Ibarra's expression is dulled on his face. His heavy hazel eyes were tired as he glanced below.
His hair that is once ashed is starting to look brighter and whiter.
The Queen gazes at her beloved face, seeing her dark and gloomy face, she worryingly asked.
“Ibarra, is everything okay?” She said as she tightened her grip on Ibarra's hand.
Nothing, he didn't respond. Ibarra stared blankly at the ashes of snow falling to the rest of them.
He took out his hand as he glimpsed on the blackened heart stone. The Queen sneaks a peek at it, Ibarra realizing it, removes his clasped from the Queen's hand.
He takes his hand away as he turns around and walks out from the balcony.
'Coward.'
'Weak.'
The Queen was struck with thousands of worries. Adding to that, her lover walks away in silence. Ignoring her for the first time.
The Steward, Irelka quickly noticed the disheartened Queen, as she ran to catch Ibarra.
“Where are you going, Lord Ibarra? The ceremony will be soon, don't you wish to be with her now?” Irelka asked as she paced her walk with Ibarra.
“Nothing more we can do,” Ibarra uttered.
Without stopping, he continued to walk away. A low and deep heavy thud as he walks down the spiraling stairs.
Stopping to look at the window, seeing the ashes of snow creeping at him.
It quickly followed a loud commotion. The people cried out in sorrow. Repeatedly uttering.
“Your Majesty!!”
“It's The Queen!!”
“Queen Catherine!!”
But not with excitement. They uttered her title and name with disgust and horror! The commotion continues above the high castle and below the ground to her people.
Ibarra continued to trudge down the stairs. Without emotions to share. He continued to move.
The surrounding shrieked and cried out. They are weeping for someone.
Ibarra reaches the metal door, a door to the outside. Shoving the metal door. Witnessing the darkening place and the chaotic, confused people, running from one place to another.
Ibarra walks following the weep of the people.
The snow continues to fill the land with its coldly white and opaque.
The crowds were gathering in one place.
“Oh, Your Majesty!”
“What happened to her?”
The women weep for their Majesty as they cover their mouth. The men clutch their eyes as they cover them, trying to hide their tears.
Ibarra walks to the crowds, pushing everyone blocking him. Reaching the center of the crowd.
The Queen's magnificent face and maiden-like skin were disturbed.
Her eyes redden with the blood. Her nose bleeds. The back of her head was shattered from the fall.
Under her extently-rested golden hair was spewed out pieces of her flesh and brain. The red blood mixed with the pure ashes of white snow.
The Queen Catherine Whitemaiden elegant white gown is now tainted with red.
Her body was troubledly-laid on the ground bleeding from her heart.
Along with The Queen's broken arms and legs was a wedge severed head of her Queenshield, Sir Horengar Bogetta.
“How could such a thing happen?”
“A sorrowful day it has become!”
A young man was eagerly pushing on the crowds to see what's become of The Queen.
It was Lord Kristoff still wearing a plain dirtied tunic. Seeing The Queen's dead body he quickly smiled.
“A good fitting for a Grearian… it's a very Grearian way to die of falling,” Lord Kristoff said.
The greying sky above was present when Ibarra glimpsed at the balcony.
But at that moment, he saw a darkened spirit of a man. A fading dark that swiftly moves above the air. Jumping in the air, dashing below to the unsuspecting people.
Ibarra walks to the darkened man who rapidly turns visible, a live being.
“What is your name?” Ibarra asked the man.
A tall middle-aged man appeared. His black pony-tailed hair fluttered back as soon as he turned around.
Clothed with a common belted tunic exposing his tanned skin tone.
The man's pitch-black eyes glared at him.
“Lord Ibarra,” he said as he bowed slightly.
Only to be interrupted by Lord Kristoff who lively walked to the man.
“Finally! I've been waiting for so long!” Lord Kristoff yelled.
Upon noticing Ibarra, he quickly walks closer to the man.
“Come on! Let's leave this place. I need to return to thank the Greatdane for my early release,” Lord Kristoff said to the man.
The man's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Ibarra.
“I'm afraid I need to go. Till we meet again, Lord Ibarra,” he said bowing once more.
With his back turned as he walked away, Ibarra yelled at them both.
“HEY!”
The two quickly turn back to look at him.
Ibarra quickly unsheathed his Damascus steel. He waved the sword at his back and above as he struck the land, piercing it to a stand near him.
“Who is this guy? What is he doing?” an annoyed sound came from Lord Kristoff.
The man quietly glared at him.
Ibarra ripped his clothes apart showing his chest to them as he proceeded to wear the heart stone as a necklace. Followed by picking his swords back.
“Does this guy want a fight?” Lord Kristoff uttered.
The heart stone quickly beats on his chest.
He clasps his sword to the strong center body. As he clutched on the blade he pointed the tip to his chest, to his heart.
“I will hunt you both! No one will ever stop me from my destiny!” Ibarra uttered as he gritted and braced himself.
Holding the blade with both of his hands he strongly drives the blade within. Piercing his chest and heart throughout the back.
He abruptly spewed blood harshly in front of them.
“What in the abyss!? What is he doing? Who is this guy, Juno?” Lord Kristoff said loudly.
Baffled from his actions the two stayed to witness his death.
“This guy!,” Juno said as he gazed at Lord Kristoff.
“Will be a pain to your ass, Lord Kristoff,” Juno replied.
Ibarra swayed as he tried to walk closer to them with the Damascus steel impaled at his heart.
“I will find you. I shall not stop. I will do everything… till the day I end your life both!” Ibarra announced.
“Fear me! As I have set my eyes on you!” Ibarra said loudly.
Reaching the handle of his sword. He rapidly pushes the blade once more as he spews out blood to their clothes.
He falls to the ground along with his sword pierced in his heart, convulsing as he slowly dies.
Ibarra's necklace, the blackened heart stone beats increasingly for a moment and into a stop.
The snow falls slowly embracing the land and his cold body with its innocently white color.
His hair brightens.
'My Queen, Remember me!'
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At the highest balcony of Grisaia Castle. Ibarra and Queen Catherine stand overlooking the countless crowd cheering for their Queen.
Ibarra's hair that was once ashed is starting to look brighter and whiter.
He suddenly let out a grunt as he clasped his heart along with the heart stone on his left hand. The feeling of dying leaves a shade of pain in his heart.
Worryingly, Queen Catherine is gazing at him.
“Ibarra, is everything okay?” She said as she tightened her grip on his hands.
Ibarra unclasps his heart as he looks at the blackened heart stone.
“Everything will be, My Queen,” Ibarra said.
Ibarra grabs The Queen's hand as he faces her. Lifting her hands open as he drops the heart stone on her palm.
“Why is the heart stone blackened?” The Queen said.
Ibarra uses the rope that is embedded on the heart stone to tie it up on The Queen's arms.
“Do you love me?” Ibarra asked.
“With all my heart!” Queen Catherine replied.
“Trust me, completely!” Ibarra uttered as he intently gazed at her.
“I do!” she answered.
His hands tremble. His visible veins are glowing red. A strength was soon passed to her.
“Remember me! My Queen!”
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