Twenty one year old Devon Niles, tread the corridor. Sees
Breyen, immediate stops her. “Breyen. Why haven’t you been
in touch with me lately?”
Breyen, gives him a smile. “I’ve been busy with my charity
work. One of my helpers will be here shortly.”
Devon, with slight annoyance. “Oh, let me guess. It’s about
that daft boyfriend of yours, the one with the untidy
appearance with the strange humor, or…that other boy, that
arrogant prick, with the slick hair that could shine the castle’s
stone floor, that thinks he’s god’s gift to women.”
Breyen-“Why Devon Niles, are you jealous.”
Devon, stood corrected. “Me jealous? No way.”
Breyen, with a stare at him. “Well, you sure have a funny way
of showing it.”
Colin comes into the corridor. “Breyen. Ever so nice to see you
again. Devon. Don’t you have some kind of duties to attend,
heir boy? I would like some time with Breyen. Alone. I don’t
think she wants to be with someone with the likes of you.”
Devon, disgusted, pulls out his sword point it at him.
Liam, with Tauna, treading the corridor, seeing their son
withdraw his sword, pointing it at Colin, but without Colin
attacking him, springs into action. “Devon! Stand down! What
has gotten into you?! Colin, move on.”
Colin leaves.
Devon stood in abiding, puts his sword back into his scabbard.
Stands ridged.
Liam, sternly goes to his son. “Devon. Not sure what is going
through that mind of yours, but you had better deal with it, is
that understood? Never attack an unarmed person-get that!”
Devon, with tight lip scowl. “Yes Father. I understand.”
Liam, kept his stern eyes upon him. “Good. Now move on with
your duties. Don’t you ever let me see that again.” He
adamantly jerked his head to his side to gesture him to leave.
Breyen, taking the hint, walks away from all, walking passed
Devon.
Liam and Tauna, seeing this.
Liam, takes a brief look at Tauna. “I take it, it’s about Breyen,
right?”
Tauna, “Yes. He wants her. But doing it the wrong way. Like
someone else I know.”
Liam, with questionable pause. “ And who is that?”
Tauna, unsettled. “Princess Mariam.”
Princess Mariam, coming around the corner end at the end of
the corridor, overhearing their conversation, pulled back in a
corner listening intently to them.
Liam, focused on Tauna. “And what about Princess Mariam?”
Tauna, hesitant at first. “I saw you two alone. She had slightly
touched your chest. Thank god it was with your shirt
buttoned. And thank god, you rejected her by pulling her
away from you.”
Liam, with sincerity for her. “ Tauna, I did send her away. My
love and commitment is endearing only to you, you know
that.”
Tauna, tilt her head down and up. “Yes, I know.
Princess Mariam, ever so quietly leaves the corridor back to
her room. But then sees a strange cloth face wrapped man
right behind her.
The strange man, quiet in secret, summoned her to himself.
Princess Mariam, showing no fear, goes to him.
The strange man stood at her attendance. “ King Edwin sent
me.”
Tauna, stood at the entrance of the sanctuary’s door, her
arms folded while she intently listened to Princess Mariam
talking to a group of people.
Liam, just coming inside the room, stood by Tauna’s side. His
arms straight listening along with her.
Tauna, unsure of what to think, takes a long glance at Liam.
Liam, taking a long glance back at her, once again, looks at the
princess with questionable expression.
Tauna, views her again.
Liam, another look at the princess. "She self claims to be the
chosen one to marry the King Edwin. But will she pick up the
sword of truth, or just toss her handkerchief of deception at
me?"
Tauna adamantly. ”Oh come on Liam. She’s a princess, a
future wife to the throne of King Edwin’s Avlon. She has
proven her loyalty to us by telling us her story. She’s
intelligent, very resourceful.”
Liam, “And perhaps cunning. Oh come on Tauna. Use you
woman intuition. A pretense of intentions. Look at the clues
set before you. She’s scheming something. Something is being
set up. I don’t know what. But I will find out.”
Devon, in his suit of duty of dark jeans, white button shirt, his
black boots fit attire for squire, once again treads the
corridor, sees Breyen. “ Breyen. Nice to see you again.”
Breyen, being cordial. “Devon. Nice to see you again too.”
Devon, in care of her. “ Are you ok? Can I get you anything?”
Breyen, her loving view on him. “No, Colin already has that
covered.”
Devon, not amused. “HHMMM. As long as he hasn’t covered
you with himself.
Breyen winced, “Why are we always in argument? You are so
jealous of Colin, you can’t even speak straight.”
Devon, stood in stance. “I can speak my mind very well. And I
don’t like what I see between you and Colin. Breyen, we have
known each other since we where twelve.
Breyen, likewise in stance. “Is that all you can say to me? That
was eight years ago. But what about now? Until you can get it
together of your true feelings, I don’t see any further contact
between us.” She steps away from him walking away in
sadness.
Devon, with fear loving heart.” Breyen, get back here!”
Breyen, kept walking.
Devon, grit his mouth. “Breyen! I’m in love with you!!!”
Breyen, halt to a stop, her hand touched upon her chest, her
eyes closed in relieved final answer. She turned back to him.
“Prove it to me.”
Devon, valiantly stepped forward to her, pulled her close to
himself. “ Breyen. Please do me the honor in marriage to me.
My heart aches for you to share my bed for the rest of our
lives. For you to beget my heir to Chivalry Chapel. I could not
bear to see you with another man.”
Breyen, in stillness, without question her eyes met his
unwavering. “ There. That wasn’t too hard ,was it?”
Smiling Together, giving a first tender kiss.