It's an amazing day today
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[ Grisaia Castle - Noon/Afternoon - October 3rd ]
Inside the high castle halls above all the Grisaia city, with the chattering of the people outside.
The Queen with her steward Irelka and her Queenshield Sir Horengar are waiting for the future king.
They dressed Queen Catherine in a very elegant gown as she thirstily waits for her man.
“Your majesty. I have brought your robe. It’s getting colder outside,” Irelka the steward said.
“Thank you Irelka,” she stops for a smile. “You are always there for me,” The Queen said.
“As you are for me, your majesty. I’m honoured to be at your side. Especially now... that you are genuinely happy,” Irelka said.
Entering from the large door was Ibarra Mide, the one they all been waiting for. Ibarra walks to the wide halls towards the Queen, as he is still adjusting a silver eagle-like pauldron.
Ibarra’s black kirtle and a very well made white wedding tunic, equipped with the Sword of Ara in his waist as he stands in front of the most important woman in the Midlands.
“You are extremely handsome, Lord Ibarra,” acknowledging her beloved appearance as she kissed him.
“The eagle fits you very well,” Queen Catherine said.
“Remind me again, My Queen. Why do I need to wear this?” The eagle-like pauldron still bothers Ibarra.
“It’s the mark of Grearia. ‘He who owns the sky is the owner of the world.’ You’ll be a fine Grearian King, my love. I’m sure of it.” Queen Catherine replied.
“Well, if what they say about becoming a King in Grearia gets you killed,” laughing as he continues to speak. “I may not need to worry about this for a long time,” Ibarra said as he readjusts the pauldron once more.
“Please, don’t joke about that.” She helps to fix Ibarra’s pauldron. “See, perfect and handsome!” The Queen said.
“My Queen,” smiling as he gazes at her. “You look as amazing as ever.” He slides his fingers at The Queen’s face. “I’ll be a King of the two kingdoms. I’ll show you how a King pleases her Queen,” Ibarra said.
With Ibarra’s subtle hint of a smile, and his intent eyes that speak some more. The Queen’s cheeks redden as she stands in front of him.
Irelka bowed to Ibarra before she spoke.
“My lord and your majesty are absolutely meant for each other.”
Ibarra replied with a smile as he took The Queen’s hand. “Ready to greet our people?”
“They have been waiting for you, their new king,” The Queen said.
“I can tell,” hearing the crowd chatters outside.
Smiling at each other, as they make their way to the fancy red carpet of the halls with guards on each opposite side, towards the balcony.
“Let us make our appearance.”
There they are, standing on the balcony below them, is their waiting crowd.
Loud cheering can be heard all out of the plaza as soon as they see The Queen and the future king standing side by side.
They greet their people below, showing them grace while the people throw their flowers and white roses in the air.
For once, The Queen shows true happiness in her eyes and smiles. She will soon be married to someone she truly loves and not by any circumstances.
Ibarra and Queen Catherine constantly lock eyes on each other. They exchange sweet smiles with the Queen’s lovely redden cheeks.
Ibarra, as the future king, sends out a wave to the cheering crowd below.
Irelka steps closer to throw tiny pink petals to the ground while Sir Horengar remains steady and watchful for any kind of danger.
The sky poured snow while the sun is still out, giving them a warm feeling with white ashes in their sight.
“Look, Ibarra. It’s snowing,” she said as she tightened her grip on Ibarra’s hand.
“Yes, you are right. We have early snow,” he replied.
“It reminds me of you.” She looks at his white-ash hair. “You have snow in you,” she said, smiling.
“You have snow in you as well,” he said.
What he said slightly confuses The Queen.
Ibarra gently pokes her nose.
“There you go, you got a snow boop,” he said, smiling.
Looking at her beloved man, smiling at her.
“It’s one of the most amazing days I have in my life. I’ll forever cherish this moment,” she said.
The crowds below continue to cheer their Queen and upcoming King. The smiles and cheerful voice of the people visiting from all around the Midlands.
“Lady Irelka, Sir Horengar, do you both think it’s an amazing day today?”
“It certainly is, your majesty.”
“I agree, your majesty. It’s an amazing day.”
The Queenshield, Sir Horengar, moves closer to The Queen. He looks at the surroundings as he stands at the back of The Queen.
Horengar raises his war-door shield. His armour slightly clangs with his every movement that was hidden by the noise of the cheering crowd. He unsheathed his short sword slowly.
Irelka noticed the Queenshield movement. She worries for a bit, but Sir Horengar has been the Queenshield of the family since Queen Catherine became The Queen and ruler of the Grearia kingdom.
Queen Catherine continues to enjoy her moments with Ibarra.
“Are you happy, my love?” she asked.
“I am, My Queen. How about you?” he replied.
“I’m so happy, so much!” A tear broke out in her blue eyes as she looks at Ibarra with the utmost love. “You being with me, made me so happy. I couldn’t hold my tears and soon I’ll be the happiest woman alive—!” He interrupted the Queen as she spoke.
You can smell the fear as it swiftly rises.
The Queen’s tears of joy rapidly alter to something else as she spewed blood. She covered her mouth. But the blood gets through into her elegant white gloves.
The red blood continues to flow, tainting her white wedding gown. Her body swayed from where she stood.
‘Where did the attack come from?’ That is what her eyes are saying.
Sir Horengar pulls out his bloodied short sword, spattering some of the blood on Irelka’s dismayed face.
Irelka shrieked as she calls for her majesty. “Your majesty! He has attacked the Queen!”
Ibarra’s hazel eyes flickered for a moment as he catches The Queen’s slumping body. He lures her body closer to him.
Ibarra embraces her gradually cooling body.
“At last, I get to feel…,” an abrupt cough interrupted her. “Your warm embrace once more,” she said as she endures the pain and makes a sweet smile.
He glances at her pierced chest from the sword wound. The bleeding is spreading over her snowy gown.
She coughs one more time before she utters her last words.
“You are what is right for me. You alone made me so happy. I love you, Ibarra,” Queen Catherine said.
The Queen’s blue eyes welled up with silent tears. She released a few heavy breaths before her grave wound entirely took her life.
It showed the heavy mixed feeling to Ibarra’s face as he continues to embrace her.
She died with her heart stabbed by her own protector.
Ibarra rested her body on the balcony floor. He stood up, hearing the confusion in the crowd below.
The Queenshield, Sir Horengar, holding a large shield resembling his physique, a tall and huge man.
A warrior built and chosen since he was a child with only one mission to protect The Ruler at all costs.
In the past, he protected The Queen’s life countless times.
“Yet! Somehow you’re the one who took her life!” Ibarra said, glaring at his huge foe.
The Queenshield effectively overpowered the royal guards posted nearby. He bashed their heads with his war-door shield. He stabs their guts and necks without hesitation.
This would be a tough fight even for Ibarra, who is best-known for defeating his enemy with only one assault.
The Queenshield that has never suffered a wound before stands before him. Ibarra lifted his Sword of Ara in front of his enemy, Sir Horengar Bogetta.
With the Damascus steel clasp in his hand, Ibarra charges at him!
Ibarra’s feet doubt and stop upon seeing Sir Horengar’s unpredictable movement.
Sir Horengar raises his bloodied short sword above his shoulder as he faces its blade to his neck. He flawlessly drives the blade to his own neck. The blood sizzled from his neck to his surroundings and the stunned Ibarra.
Irelka is crying from confusion.
“What’s happening? The Queen is dead! This can’t be happening!”
Horengar falls to his knees as he stole Ibarra’s chance for any vengeance. With his slitted throat, he tries to remove his helmet. With his other hand, he covers the bleeding on his neck.
Ibarra walks closer and removes Horengar’s helmet. He stared at his suffering eyes.
“The devil… got… inside me,” struggling as he said.
Ibarra pulled Horengar’s hand away from his neck.
“Yeah! No kidding!” Ibarra blurted.
Glaring with disgust as he watches him gradually dies.
“I won’t let this happen! I’ll make you pay!” Ibarra announced.
Still weeping, Irelka walks closer.
“What should we do, Lord Ibarra?” Irelka asked.
Completely ignoring her as he lifts and points the blade at his own chest. He holds the blade with both of his hands.
Ibarra’s bleeding hands as he grips the blade. He drives the Sword of Ara at his own heart.
“F*CK! You doubted fool!” Ibarra yelled from the pain.
“Lord Ibarra! What are you doing!?” Irelka hurries to help him.
“LEAVE ME BE!” Ibarra yelled.
‘F*ck it! F*ck! It has been a long time since I died,’ he thought.
One of his knees loses strength as it falls to the floor.
“F*ck this! I will not bleed to death!
He braces his feet. He stands shaken. Ibarra turns around to look at the balcony and the deceased body of The Queen.
“He who owns the sky owns the world, huh…” he uttered.
Yelling as he runs. Ibarra jumped from the balcony, committing his death.
He plummeted to the ground, and it soon followed by a loud splat. It broke all of his bones. With a dying breath, he died. The crowds encircled his dead body.
‘F*ck this world! I choose what’s right for me!’
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