Xperia 4.8

They walked towards her room. She sat him down on the edge of her bed while she gathered a cloth and some cool water.
“It’ll be cool but should take the redness down, and maybe the sting if there’s any left”, Arellia told him. He watched her every move. From her hands dipping the cloth into the water. To them lightly holding the wet material to his face. When his eyes darted up to her face. Their eyes locked and she didn’t know where to look. “I’d -…”, her voice caught and she cleared it awkwardly. “I’d like to ask your opinion”.
“OK, I don’t think I’d be much use”, he replied comfortable. Like being this close didn’t even bother him. She felt a little jilted by that thought. However, she pushed it back and focused on what she was going to say instead. She finally stilled her panicking eyes on her hand, forcing them to concentrate on what she was doing. But she could feel his eyes staring into her.
“Well, I’ve just fired the council, and they run the different sections of the city, what is the state of the city right now? Are people happy?”, she asked him.
“I don’t know, why would you ask me?”, he replied. She bit her lip and went to reapply more cold water.
“You’ve been out there, today and before I chose you as guardian, I thought maybe you’d have an honest answer for me”, she touched his cheek with the cloth and his hand came up to overlap her fingers. Alasdair tilted his head to meet her eyes. Which she couldn’t avoid unless she was outright rude.
“Wouldn’t you prefer to see it yourself? I can accompany you, I would take a bet that you would care for your people more than they did”, he said. Arellia felt her heart beat rise. It was a miracle she had caught what he said. “Your highness?”, he spoke again. She heard his voice and felt heat boiling inside her.
“Don’t call me that”, she heard herself whisper. His eyes appeared to darken with an intense emotion Arellia had never felt before. It pulled her into him. His arms came around her waist and her hands dropped to his shoulders.
“Arellia”, it was the greatest thing she had ever heard. His voice vibrated through his chest deep and soothing like caramel sliding down the tongue. She closed her eyes, slid her hands over his shoulders to his back. Their lips so close they could feel each others breaths on their faces. Just another inch and-
“Your majesty!”, Cora burst into the room causing the two of them to snap out of the moment like an elastic band.
“Yes?”, Arellia cleared her throat. Then she smiled at the young girl.
“Oh… Whoops… I didn’t mean to disturb you”, Cora glanced between Arellia and Alasdair. The child’s cheeks flushed and she turned to leave.
“No Cora! Wait, what was it you wanted to say?”, Arellia considered pulling out of Alasdair’s arms but he was warm and he had started twirling a finger on her back which felt good enough to melt into.
“You have a meeting with the farmhand, he wants to meet with you instead of the council”, the little girl bowed, “I’ll tell him to wait in the council hall”. She sprinted off closing the doors behind her.
Arellia bit her lip and looked down to Alasdair who looked amused. They almost had a moment. She wanted to have another but her duty was calling.
“We should come back to this”, she blushed. Arellia pulled lightly from his arms, fixed her dress, and made her way to the door. She glanced over her shoulder, “Are you coming?”.
Alasdair smiled, he casually stood and followed the Queen to the council hall. Just as they got to the door he pressed his hand to the door to stop her and whispered in her ear “Yes, we definitely should, soon”.


Poetry 2.6


Install young minds the system is waiting
In chairs that line them in alphabetical order
To tables for notebooks and pens,
Must be prepared –
Take note of this, remember this, information forgotten over time.
Keep quiet no one shall speak – this is how it’s done and will remain.
Tests next week remember this -… Store information long enough then never need it again.
Score a number, hope it goes through.
Children hate school.
Advance on in teenage years suddenly college is calling the shots.
Subjects narrowed to three – tests throughout the year.
Homework – from every class every week means no time to sleep.
This is going to be hard they warn.
Memorise all this information for a booklet
A booklet to fill in before an hour runs out.
Life in college shrunk down to one hour.
What did you learn? Where did it get you?
University was their reply –
Another system that specifies to narrow down a profession – in order to win you have to do things this way any other way is wrong.
Creative innovation lost on the right path.
Difference in opinion broken down.
Children installed machines produced.
What did you learn? How will you make a difference to this company? Will you change the world? In the same way others have already done before you?

Xperia 4.7

“Shit!”, she cursed wiping under her eyes. She turned away from Alasdair. “I’m sorry”, she sighed, “I should not have struck you”.
“No, but I’m OK, can I explain myself? I don’t expect you to not be angry with me but hear me out please”, his voice was soft. He didn’t lash out at her. Which was more than she deserved, she thought.
“Yes, of course”, she still didn’t turn around. She just forced back her frustrated tears.
“You scolded me for being too much, I wasn’t sure what to do, there was no one in the Palace apart from you to talk to about this so I went to find someone I could. It took me a while but I found Laura”, he said. He spoke her name like it might spark a reaction from her. It did but only of a slight understanding, but she still wanted him to continue. “She told me stories of the different guardians, which I have vague memories of, like I was there, then I asked for her advice, she knows you better than anyone”. Now, she just felt worse for striking him. “But she took so long, and then Jeremy arrived to tell me what was happening, I realised I had been away too long and I’m sorry”.
Arellia heaved a sigh and she felt her shoulders slump. When she finally turned to look at him she could see the redness on his cheek from where she had slapped him.
“No, I’m sorry, come, let me do something about that”, she held out her hand to him. He took it sheepishly a different flush colouring his cheeks.

Poetry 2.5


One mistake – condemns for a year of silence
False effort to be a friend – compares to possessive relationships
One mistake – yet – in a relationship that mistake is repeated
But became fearful unapproachable
Let the issue simmer and boil inside
No longer friends – unresolved reason unknown
That one mistake prompts the chat
True colours are shown – spineless cowardice
Fair chances unfairly given – excuse hates confrontation…

Xperia 4.6

“See, this is why she should not be allowed to make impact decisions on our homes”, the general throws out. Arellia clenched her teeth and sepressed her bodies attempt to shudder. She was not frightened of him but he was making a questionable impact of his own.
“Why? Because I don’t need a guardian to fight my battles? I didn’t see the need for him to be here, but if you so insist on his presence then so be it”, her heart started to beat higher and higher up her throat. He had not been around all day. Her inner will wishing that Jeremy Bow would walk in with Alasdair in tow right at that moment was an enormous gamble. The council started to look between each other then back to her like she was insane. The general’s lips quirked up at the edges… His smugness was already showing.
Damn it, she cursed herself. She fought the sudden urge to bite her lip, and clench her fingers together. She refused to show her weakness even though as the seconds ticked by, her losing this argument was becoming more evident. Just as five seconds rolled awkwardly by, and she watched as each face staring at her saw the advantage in their favour, Alasdair walked through the doors.
“Forgive my lateness, an errand kept me longer than I had intended”, he bowed his head. For a moment Arellia released the biggest breath she had not known she was holding. His face was like a light that had finally been switched on. But then she remembered that he had disappeared all day… And felt her anger bubble. She knew she couldn’t lash out at him now so instead she directed her anger at the council.
“No need to apologise, you’re right on time, council just know that you’ll find it very comfortable in your new homes watching more efficient people take your places, that’ll be all”, she dismissed them. They opened their mouths to protest, but Alasdair cleared his throat purposely loud, and drew his weapon on them.
“Move it”, he hissed. They all jumped and were met with royal guards to escorts them. As the last member was escorted out Jeremy appeared through the doorway. He looked somber but nodded to Arellia who silently mouthed her thanks.
Alasdair warily stepped up to her. Like she was a wild animal about to lash out. He was right, just as swiftly as she could spin on her heels her hand whipped out and clapped hard against his cheek.
“I said space, not for you to completely disappear! Do you have any idea what could have happened if Jeremy had not found you!”, she snapped. Her jaw wobbled, and tears burned up her throat.

Poetry 2.4

I’m feeling quite dark this morning. Some of the things I’ve read on the news on my phone have made the world just that little bit sadder to live in. What makes it worse is that… In that news it talks about the current government’s each country have… Some are making amazing life improving changes for the better… Some have decided to take a million steps back. And the sad truth… People voted them… The tories… Have decided fracking in our countryside is a great idea… But the countryside petitioned against it, and the countryside are tory voters – say goodbye to drinkable water. America voted trump – I can’t even begin to list the shit he’s done recently but America you’re literally walking backwards… – good luck.

Anyway, I wrote this literally this morning… Because I think the world is a very dark place and isn’t going to get better right now but here is a means to that –

Xperia 4.5

Arellia entered the hall. It was empty. She suddenly felt very foolish having listened to the son of her newly made enemy. Instead of storming out of the room with her embarrassment. She faced it by walking further into the hall with her head high. She was alone, there was no need to feel stupid but she did. Maybe it was because that boy now new that she was naive enough to listen. She passed the long table that stood in the centre of the hall. It took her mind away from her inner shame.
The hall was intricately decorated with depictions of the many myths and rumours about how they came to be sealed behind a wall. How their armies had fought against monsters that lurked inside the woods beyond. The table stood alone. No chairs to accompany it. Somehow she related to it right now. It had chips and scratches from mindless council members whom appreciated nothing but their own pockets. She reached the large windows at the end of the room that looked out on to the city. Or a section of it anyway.
She thought about the council members. They had been assigned their jobs without her say in it until conflicted argument broke out then she could declare who would be on the council. Why was that? She was Queen. Yet she had such little say on what happened to her people, or what they did to them. Arellia considered the process she could take to change that when she heard the doors behind her swing open.
The low murmur of chatting lead her to assume the council had arrived. So, he hadn’t been lying after all. She turned slowly. She purposely made it dramatic just to make the council know they were busted. And it wasn’t by accident.
“Gentlemen, thank you for being traitorous, now I shall declare you all dismissed from your rolls as council”, she spoke loud enough for the whole room to hear. She just hoped she sounded confident. Each and every council face paled to the same colour as the marbel flooring. The general tried to slink away but she zeroed in on him like a wolf in the hunt. “You, general will be arrested”.
“I don’t see your guardian little princess”, he laughed at her. Something in his mind changed. She could tell in the way his expression twisted. He advanced on her instead of retreating.
Arellia’s face heated. What could she say back? He wasn’t here… She had said she wanted space while she did some personal things like go the bathroom… But not for him to completely disappear all day. Now he was supposed to be on duty and he wasn’t here. Had she made a mistake? Choosing him? Not that she couldn’t protect herself. But right now her decisions could be put under question rather than followed.

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