MARILOU RODOLF

Chapter 5

The queen, Clémence, got up and walked outside of the table under the king's desperate gaze. The queen, Clémence, got up and walked outside of the table under the king's desperate gaze. Marilou felt even more embarrassed about the situation, but she was no less relieved to no longer have those eagle eyes that spied on her every move.Marilou felt even more embarrassed about the situation. She was no less relieved to no longer have those eagle eyes that spied on her every move.

The King: Understand her, it is not in her habits but she is very affected by Ernest's disease. She had so much hope and each time she had disappointment in returning and today she has no hope of seeing her son open her eyes again.

Marilou: What happened to your son? If it was not indiscreet, of course

The King: Well, it goes back about a year. Ernest loved nature, flowers, seasons, mountains and one day, while we were all asleep, he got up and rode his horse in the night. He said," I remember perfectly well that a young girl was waiting for him on the other side of the border, seeing you, no one took it seriously, not even me, his father, because these places were reputed to be inhabited by sorcerers and witches with a powerful thirst for power who bewitch anyone who dares to set foot there. It was only after he left that we found him after 2 weeks of relentless search near the River of the Valley of the Witches, a pale face and lifeless body.

Marilou: Uh, so he's...?

The King: No, I reassure you, otherwise you would not be here, you can imagine. But let's say that his soul is no longer in his body. According to some witches that we were able to capture, he has been thrown out into a parallel world.

Marilou: It's really dangerous what you say, the person who did this must be very powerful then, since no one has been able to bring him back before.

King: Yes indeed, no one was powerful enough to beat her, Eolia

Marilou: Her name is Eolia?

King: Yes, and that's the only information we have today. According to rumors, she is one of the most gifted witches, even though they fear her.

Marilou: I'm sorry, but I'm not a witch your majesty... I am only a peasant woman.

King: I have heard that you are a prodigy in your village and I have time for you. You know why?

Marilou: No, will her majesty do me the honor of quenching my curiosity?

King: Well, I dreamed of you

Marilou: Excuse me?

The King: Yes, you heard correctly

Marilou: But how could you dream of me when you had never seen me?

King: I don't know very well and I have never told anyone, but I imagine that it is one of those strange things for which there is no rational explanation.

Marilou: I don't know what to tell you

King: Don't say anything then

Marilou: So, if I understand correctly, there are many other witches besides me?

King: Yes, and sorcerers too. You could meet them without even realizing it, believe me.

Marilou: Wow. It's fabulous.

The King: What, then?

Marilou: To live in harmony with sorcerers, don't you think?

King: It's really hard to be king and think that there are people with supernatural gifts, being around such a power would be almost threatening.

Marilou: Better to have such superhuman people with you than against you.

The King: I take good note of it and believe the good

Marilou: I understand better why your kingdom is so prosperous and fears other kingdoms. I even heard that some rebels were afraid to attack you head-on because you knew exactly when and where they were going to strike.

The King: Hum nice to see that my strategy is working wonderfully. You see, Marilou, to be king, one must be able to make difficult and sometimes superhuman decisions for the good of one's kingdom.

Marilou: Being a leader must be tiring, all these responsibilities for one and only person.

King: It is my duty and do not imagine that I do not like it.

Marilou: So much the better

King: Who taught you magic to tell me?

Marilou: (laughing) Me? magic? No, I do not do magic. When I treat a person, I put all my heart into it and I believe in it with all my strength and it works.

King: That means you're much more powerful than you think. Having never learned magic and using it like this... it takes a lot of power. Marilou, I trust you.

Marilou: Thank you for your trust, but I don't know if I deserve it... Maybe I'm not up to the task. I don't know me, you yourself said. I never learned magic anywhere, and if I disappointed you?

King: The most important thing is that you keep hope and do your best.

Marilou: Well, I'll do as you say then.

The King: All the witches of the kingdom will be at your entire disposal. Maybe they can even teach you some little tricks that will be useful to you in the future. Trust me and believe in yourself, okay?

Marilou: Okay

The King: You promise me?

Marilou: Yes, I promise you

King: Well, now I am eating, you are all thin.

Marilou: By the way, don't you know if Florent has respected our market?

The King: Don't worry, Florent is a man of his word

Marilou: Thank you, this is the only family I have left and I care a lot about them.

The King: Don't worry, tell me, do you like it here?

Marilou: Well to be honest, I'm embarrassed, it's the first time I've seen such a big and beautiful house.

The King: Haha a house? You want to laugh, this could contain any entire village.

Marilou: Yes, I know... that's what I was talking about.

King: Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon

Marilou: I don't think I'll have too much time to get used to it, I'm afraid.

King: No one knows what tomorrow is made of, believe me.

At these words, the king left the table, leaving Marilou hesitant and confused.

She soon left the table, in turn helped by the valet, whom she thanked, and returned to her room.

Once in her room, she tried as best she could to get rid of all those accessories that were holding her hair. Gloria pushed the door, casting an eye inside.

Gloria: Are you here?

Marilou: Yes Gloria, go in please. I need your help here.

Gloria: I see, let me do it.

Gloria removed the accessories and makeup on his face.

Marilou: Gloria?

Gloria: Yes?

Marilou: I know we don't know each other enough, but can I trust you?

Gloria: Yes, of course.

Marilou: The king talked about other witches who tried to heal his son. Where are they?

Gloria: I don't know

Marilou: Gloria?

Gloria: No don't ask me that please, better stop talking about this. Believe me.

Marilou turned around and faced Gloria with a serious look.

Marilou: No, I want you to tell me about it, Gloria, I'm also concerned, don't you think? And if I fail tomorrow, what should I expect you to tell me?

Gloria: I'm sorry, but I can't tell you anything, Marilou, excuse me.

Marilou: So what can you tell me about what happened to the prince? According to the king, it was sunny near the. I don't know what the witches are. What happened next? I guess the king didn't let it happen. Tell me everything please, I need to know.

Gloria: Marilou, I don't know where you come from but you are very powerful, have confidence in yourself, that's all. You'll see, you'll succeed. I trust you

Marilou: Why? Why do you trust me? Why do you say I am powerful? You don't know me