Epic Ballad Part 3

The mists were finally parting

The sunken sun glowed gold 

A royal groomsman took my mare

To the stables, from the cold

I shouldered my leathern saddlebags

Bounded the wide granite stair

I hid my wonder at the place

Cared not of disapproval in the air

The castle doors were set in jewels

Swung wide at my approach

The frown of Orsen, his brother and heir

Held nothing but reproach

"So, House of Baylen remembers its kin," he said

"But only when it needs"

"Does House of Elandon remember its kin?" I said

"Or will you let us bleed?"

Orsen ignored the question

"Where are your attendants, Baylen Queen?"

"The High King of Baylen lived when I left."

Lightnings of rage pulsed in my veins

"No offense, brave daughter, truly I am

More than pleased to hear it."

Orsen backpedaled like a courtier

"I saw the Bear Sword, and feared it."

(to be continued)
©Kiku Koibito