Fel and her father followed the Queen as she was hurried back to the palace. Not once did she let go of her daughter’s hand. Not once did she show her pain. She just kept smiling.
Fel remembered that. She remembered how she cried while her mother had not shed a tear and just kept smiling even though she was racked in pain. But Fel didn’t realise this until later on, during her time with Dallas. Before that she only knew guilt. After she realised strength. Fel loved her mother, but never had she hated her mother more than in that moment.
This was the moment her father began to change. Watching, her father from ten years ago approached his wife. His face was pale and white as he looked at the twisted angles of her body. He collapsed next to her as young Felicity was gently pried away by her governess. When she left the room, the King took the Queen’s hand and burst into tears.
‘My love…’ she whispered then she fainted. The palace healers rushed in at that moment while the King’s secretary pulled him away. The King didn’t regain his composure, instead he just cried, gushingly on the male secretary’s shoulder saying over and over again, ‘they’ll fix her. They’ll fix her.’
Fel and her father could only watch this scene from afar.
After some time Fel left her father there, not worried that he would disrupt time and space, and went out into the garden.
In time, this garden had remained the same, blooming with only the most exotic and rare flowers that the Queen could find. Within the sand ridden kingdom this garden was the only one of its kind to have soil like the forest-like oasis that surrounded Kyrinia. A high white bricked wall enclosed this space with smaller and lower matching walls cutting through the garden itself. Orange, reds, yellows and green, purples, pinks and blues littered the white walls and the green lawn creating a little hideaway wonderland.
Fel was not surprised to find her younger self there sitting in the centre, hugging a doll to her chest. For Fel, her memories were bittersweet and painful. She preferred not to dwell in them unless necessary. But though she considered this moment necessary, painful and distant, it still hurt to see her own failing as a daughter.
There she was crying alone but not doing anything to save her mother. Her father had stayed by her side, but she, Fel, had been carted out. It was the sensible thing yet, no one saw her guilt. No one told her, it’s not your fault. It was always, she’s was a beautiful woman. Your mother, she was amazing. Your father is a good man underneath, her mother once said. He takes care of his kingdom. So why, mother, Fel asks herself the year she joined Dallas, why is the kingdom dying?
But her mother couldn’t tell her. Not even the image that Fel had conjured with her magic could tell her why. It was just as it was. Fel was on her own. Fel had to find her own way.
She stopped by the towering sandstone pillar and watched her younger self. Her mother didn’t die straightway. It had taken two years for the injuries of this particular day to kill her. And Fel…
‘What are you doing?’ Fel turned to see a boy walking into the garden. She didn’t remember this. Had there been a boy present that many years ago? Judging from the cut of the boy’s clothes he was noble. Judging by the gold and silver running through the heavily embroidered silk, Fel saw that he was a rich noble.
Young Felicity lifted her eyes to the boy. Drenched in tears, she could only squint. To her this boy must have been insignificant since the next moment she dropped her head and cried once more. Fel winced at the sight of her younger self so blatantly ignoring the boy, who was probably the son of someone importantly connected to her father. But she could understand why.
‘Crying is for children Princess, why are you crying?’ He asked. An unexpected reaction on both Felicity’s part.
‘Mama’s hurt,’ she said at last.
Fel pressed closer to the pillar, but not enough that she was exposed to the sun. Who was this boy?
‘But she’s just hurt right? The palace healers will heal her.’
He knelt down not caring that he was sullying his robes. He was at least thirteen, or maybe fourteen years old. ‘I wouldn’t waste my time crying.’
‘It doesn’t happen to help anyone. You’re a princess right?’ His daring turn jerked the little girl’s head up. She stared through her blurry vision at the defiant gaze. Fel judged by the squinty expression on the young girl’s face that she didn’t who it was, but the expression he wore startled her.
But it wasn’t startling. If Fel wasn’t wrong, little Felicity couldn’t help but admire him. She was in awe of this boy. This boy who couldn’t keep his opinions to himself.
Fel turned away. It couldn’t be, right? This boy couldn’t be…
She’d seen that look many times. Though on the boy it looked cute. On the face she’d seen it on, it looked arrogant and contemptuous. But still it was the same.
Did that mean…?
She held her breath, looking away, as the conversation continued. The boy was trying to cheer her up. And the girl, young as she was, allowed herself to be cheered up. Fel heard her sadness and fear fade away even though the boy never even cracked a laugh or smiled. It seemed, he was eternally frowning.
‘What’s your name?’ The girl asked.
‘I am…Gevrid, ma’am.’
Fel looked again, feeling pale. She had forgotten this moment. How had she forgotten? As she watched them she felt the diamond burn on her chest and realised she had to find her father again. All the while there was a dull ache at the back of her head and heart.
For this memory, a forgotten paragraph of her past, she would come back for it, not because she was curious but because it was like a friend and those should never be forgotten.
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