Day 12:
Bullet your whole day
Wake up
Talk with
mom for a moment
Go to the
bathroom
Comb my hair
Text Liz
Call my boss
Go to the
living room and listen to mom read aloud
Stay in
the living room and listen to mom read aloud
Have some
lunch
Listened to
mom read some more
Same
Same
Same
Yeah….is it
really worth bulleting my day?? On a SATURDAY?
Eh, no.
So, to make up for this bum deal, I will post a NEW SHORT STORY for you to read!
Hope you like it!
The Knight and The Lady
He had fought many battles: the
battle of the moors, the battle of the wall, and even the battle for the
hallowed ground of the Capitol city as well. Blood shed, screams of pain, and
the glint of the sword were familiar things to him, but the scream of his heart
and the rush of his own blood was unfamiliar as he suddenly found himself
fighting a battle that he had never dreamed he would fight: a battle with his
own heart.
Standing before him was the most
divine and beautiful being he had ever seen. Her nut brown hair was braided
back with a few strands falling loose next to her rosy cheeks, expressing the
free, strong spirit evident in her dancing blue eyes. The smile on her face out
shone the stars above, and her eyes, oh her eyes! They were like the sea on a
calm day: beautiful, peaceful, confident, deceptive, alluring.
Her face held all of her character.
Gentle, but adventurous and free, full of vigor and never without merriment,
perhaps strong willed, but wisely cherishing every moment given her in life.
For a moment, all the world faded,
just leaving just him and her together, alone. For the first time in a very
long time he was truly happy, and the contentment he felt was next to the peace
surely found in Heaven. But his bliss quickly ended when he remembered that he
not only stared upon the most beautiful woman the world has ever known, but he
also stared at another man’s future wife: the fiancé to his beloved king.
That is when the battle with his
heart began. He could not fall in love with this woman. Forget falling in love
with her! The moment she had stepped into the flowering courtyard, garbed in
her fine yellow dress with flowers entwined in her hair and the sun light
glinting off her glossy locks, he was ambushed, brutally assaulted, and bashed
in the head with love! He was struggling with all his might to keep his quaking
heart from exploding from his chest and into her hands.
“Oh God! Why? Although I have never imagined or wished for such a thing,
I have heard men sing of the day they would meet the woman of their dreams, yet
now I find that I have indeed found the woman who surpasses any dreams that I
could have and she is destined to be wed to another: a man who I love more than
even myself.”
She cocked her head as she looked at
him and an ornery smile came across her face “Are you well sir knight? Your
cheeks are flushed.”
The heat he had felt before was
nothing compared to the new wave that rose into his face following her comment
“I, well, I am, well” he shut his mouth before he could stammer anymore
stupidity, but he could not look away from her. How could anyone look away from
something so beautiful? Blink once and it could disappear.
“Lancelot!” The sharp voice of his
commander pushed him to divert his eyes and stand up straight, but remove his
conflicting bonds it could not “Escourt the lady Guinevere to her mount.” His
commander hissed.
He looked back down at the fair maid
and felt his heart melt.
She stared back at him now with a
soft and understanding expression, almost appearing lost and dazed as she
looked at him, but there was also something else different in her expression:
fear. Fear now glinted in the back of her once dancing, sparkling eyes. The
very same fear he felt swirling inside of him: the fear of love.
She swallowed and raised her hand as
a small, uncertain smile touched her rose lips “Shall we, sir Lancelot of
Camelot? We have a long road ahead of us and I would hate to disappoint king
Arthur with my late arrival.”
He slowly reached out and took her
hand, then looped her arm through his as he stepped beside her, never removing
his eyes from hers “Indeed, we have a long road ahead of us my Lady Guinevere.
However, I do not think that your late arrival is what will disappoint the
king.” The words fell softly from his lips.
“Oh? What will disappoint the king?”
She asked.
He sighed heavily as he looked ahead
of them “Only I will.” He whispered under his breath.
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