Post by dusty on Dec 19, 2012 13:12:59 GMT
& WE ARE THE KINGS
AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
( we were the victims of ourselves )
[/center]Beau rode through her kingdom with now intention of stopping. She needed to think and clear her mind something that the citadel of the eighth kingdom would not allow her to do. There were too many reminders and worries about the place that brought about the one thing she didn't want to think about. Morgana. Just the sound of the woman's name felt like poison upon her ears. Beau had only ever seen the woman face to face once and yet the image was carved into her mind. She dare not ride through any forest at night alone for fear she was lingering in its depths. The one time that Beau had she had terrible visions popping up all around her, all including Morgana and her wicked raven hair. For weeks after Beau had not had a good night rest often waking up screaming before being comforted by her husband.
So instead of riding through the forest Beau rode around even though it was day as the dreams still haunted her at least once a week. It was because of this that Beau could not go to the usual place she fled to when she needed to think as it was indeed concealed in the forest's trees. The pond surrounded by willow trees had been a favourite place of hers whilst growing up with Flora, Fauna and Merryweather. But at last she could not go there to the tranquillity the gentle water would bring her. So Beau made now for the next body of water the come to mind that she could reach without having to penetrate a forest. The sea of the seventh kingdom. If her kingdom had a sea itself she would ride to it, but at last the eighht kingdom was all land and no sea. So she would have to visit he neighbour in order to find peace.
As her horse crossed the border Beau urged it onward more towards the crashing waves upon the rocks where she could feel the ocean spray upon her face. Soon enough Beau came upon the lands’ end where it met the sea and she left out a breath that she had been holding in the whole journey. She rode only the shore line until she reached a place she knew not many would travel by. There was an old lighthouse which not many people ventured pass so she should not be disturbed too much if at all. She stopped and unmounted her horse before standing upon the rocks and looking out across the sea letting the wind whip her long golden hair back out of face as she let herself gather her thoughts and begin to sort them out letting the calming effect of the water sooth her as she did.
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TAGGED,, prince eric
LYRICS,, kings and queens by 30 seconds to mars
NOTES,, one thread up one more to go
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION