"Anything is Possible - prolouge"
BY;fernand jiro
“Get out of my house! I never want to see you again! Leave!” He stood upon the threshold before the courtyard of his small castle. His expensive clothing was of the finest quality, and it billowed about him by the wind, as he held a hand out, pointing toward the gate. “I never want to see thy face again! You desecrate my house, and I will not have your filth here a moment longer!” His blue eyes were cold and hard, chips of ice in his emotionless hawk-like yet handsome face.
Before him crouched a woman, and no one would have thought just the day before the two had been loving spouses, with kind words, and small flirtations of a married couple. Indeed, the woman crouched before him was nothing of the sort. Her clothes once were fine, silken garments, but now they were slashed with the dirt that had come upon as the man struck her to the ground with a slap that left a red hand print across one of her fair cheeks. Tears stained her beautiful face, leaving wet tracks down the rosy cheeks. Her green eyes begged for forgiveness, her eyebrows drawn up in complete heartbreak. “But I did nothing wrong! Please forgive me! Take me back!” She cried, her voice broken and despairing. “Please!” She threw out at him, holding her hands together out toward him. “Please!” Her long, wavy golden hair spiraled as the wind danced in its tangled depths, and blew about her face.
The man took a step toward her, hand raised, and she flinched back, tripping on the lacy hem of her maroon silk dress, the ripping sound evidence of what happened. “Wench, I will not have an unfaithful wife! Leave! I care not to see you!” He threw the words like daggers, and she flinched as each stabbed her heart, sobbing that she had done nothing, and never would, as he forced her back toward the open gate.
“I love you! Why do you make me leave for what I have not done?” Her fair voice rang out in sobs, desperate for her beloved husband to understand.
He stood for a moment, and the quiet seemed to deafen all life, before he turned, and walked swiftly away, boots clopping loudly on the flagstones. His voice was final as he shouted. “If she will not leave, tie her to a horse, and leave her outside my walls! I will not have her here!” He disappeared within the doorway of the castle, and the only sound within the courtyard was a heart-wrenching sob as the lady fell to the flagstones, head bent in despair, shoulders shaking as tears pouring from her emerald eyes, to soak the pale hands that held them.
She was numb, and shock filled every fiber of her thin body, and she didn’t notice as kind hands helped her mount a horse, nor as packs were attached to the saddle, and she was led away, and left within the existence of the forest, and the gates of Emmitt Castle closed to her forever.
It was almost dark before she heard a voice. “Lady Valerie? Are you there?” It was a soft male’s voice, belonging to the figure that led another horse through the indistinguishable paths in the forest.
She raised her pale tearstained face, her voice scared and broken. “Who is it?” She called, suddenly afraid in the dying light. An owl hooted, and she jumped, remembering to pick up the horse’s reins before he walked off on his own accord.
A shadowy figure crept from the trees, and she turned sharply, eyes wide, stifling a small scream.
“’tis just me, m’lady.” The kind voice came again. “’tis Evan, your serving boy.” The truth of the matter was that he wasn’t really a boy at all, but a full fledged man of about twenty five years. His dark hair was the color of the soil, when it was rich and fertile, and it swept across his forehead fringing over his right eye. His eyes were dark and fathomless, yet kind and friendly. His lips seemed permanently settled in a small smile, his whole face by all means pleasant. His form was lean, with broad muscular shoulders, and a strong torso and legs.
Lady Valerie put a hand over her chest, feeling her heart beat fast, as her chest rose and fell with her quick breath as she spoke. “Lord have you Evan, you nearly frightened me to death! It’s not human to make so little noise!” She reprimanded him softly.
“Sorry m’lady, thought you wouldn’t like it out here, so I came to bring you somewhere you can stay.” He explained to her, looking up at her from his position on the ground.
Her demeanor changed dramatically, as she looking down at him. “Oh bless you! Where is it that you speak of?” She wiped her elegant hands across her fair cheeks attempting to rid them of their tear stains. Her golden hair twisted wildly about her face, and hung down her back snarled endlessly. She was still heartbroken and filed with despair, but she had never been one to completely loose her mind, and a bit of her cool-headedness had remained. She knew she needed somewhere to stay.
Evan swung on his horse in one easy natural movement, and leaned over to take the reins from her. He gave her a bow from the saddle. “If you’ll allow me, m’lady, there’s a small place not but five miles from here that you might stay. I use it sometimes in the winter, when I hunt game.”
“Please, by all means, lead me.” She ordered him, sighing thankfully that someone had come to her rescue. She settled herself in the saddle, with a look back toward the stone walls that held her exiled, and willed the tears away as it slowly disappeared, never to be seen again by her exquisite features.
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And so was the fate of Lady Valerie of Emmitt, exiled by her beloved husband, and forced to live in the forest with nowhere else to go. Her manservant Evan helped her, finding her game, teaching her the ways of the wood, and becoming her friend. Little did she know of the small evolving life within her abdomen then, but five months later, she gave birth to the child – a healthy baby girl. The relationship between Lady Valerie and Evan grew from that of a servant and his Lady, to that of a husband and wife. And here is where the story starts once more, sixteen years later, through the eyes of a green-eyed girl…
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