Heart of Nemeria - Chapter 1

This will in time turn into a shoonen ai story (romance between two men)

Will contain some violence to, but not to graphic.

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Heart of Nemeria

Goodbye

”Your Highness, it is time” the voice was quiet and sad, equals the little, elderly servant lady it belonged to.

 Einon nodded shortly and turned away from the huge window through which he for hours on end had been staring across the vast open meadows.

Had the day been another he would have been delighted by the sight of the grass that billowed lightly in the spring breeze, by the rabbits playing tag and by the grassing horses.

However, today he noticed nothing of all that, his thoughts were somewhere else.

He left the room and followed Mertha down the hallways to his father chamber. He stopped inside the door and regarded the pale, delicate character in the bed. ”You can leave now.” He did his best to swallow the lump in his thought, but could hear how his voice was trembling.

The servants did what he asked for and left the room. Some with their glances righted against the floor to cover up their tears, others met his eyes with a deep compassion. Einon sat himself at the chair next to the bed and took his fathers hand, it felt so weak now.

He remembered how the same hand had thought him how to wield a sword. At that time it had been anything but weak. No, his father hadn't always been like this. He had once been a great man, a great man with strong, warm hands and the warmest smile in whole vide world.

Einon had lost his mother at an early age. She had been a very gentle and beautiful woman, and Einon had obviously taken a lot after her. Not only had he inherited her gentle spirit but also her slender built and soft features. Some were whispering silently that he might would have been better of if he had been born as a woman.

In spite of what people were whispering about the gentle young Prince, when they thought no one heard them, Einons father had been as proud of him as any father could ever be. He had trained Einon in the arts of war and strategy ever since he could walk. And, as a result to that Einon could handle both sword and bow just as well as any soldier, and ride a horse better than the most.

Einon remembered that he sometime by chance had overheard a talk between his father and one of his advisers. ”With all respect Your Highness, why teach the boy about war and strategy, he will never become a great warrior like you, do you even think he will be able to find a Queen and produce a heir to the throne when the time comes?”

His father was normally a gentle man, Einon had only seen him mad on very few occasions, and this was one of them. ” Einon is to become King of Nemerias and when I someday have to leave this world I want to be sure that Nemeria and her people are in good hands , with or without  a Queen.” Einon had at that time been a child, and not fully realized what the dialogue meant, what was that about him becoming King and finding a Queen some day? His father was the King and his mother had been the Queen, and what did he mean by, when he had to leave? Einon had asked him what it all meant and if he would leave him, his father had only smiled, and lifted him onto his horse and insured him that he wouldn't go anywhere.

Many years had gone by since that day, he was no longer a child and today he understood more clearly then ever what the dialogue back then had meant.

A weak voice ripped Einon away from his thoughts”are you crying my dear? ” A fragile, chill hand dried the tears away that he had not even noticed were running down his cheeks.

”Today is a good day; today you become king, and what a king you will become, you've always made me proud.” His smile was still the same, even though his body had shriveled and his voice was barely to be heard any longer, he still radiated the same warmth and charisma. ”All I regret, is that I could not leave you a steadier kingdom.” Einon forced a small smile forth, while he held his hand”don't worry about that; everything is going to be fine.” ”My brave boy"

 He could not get himself to let go of his hand, he held it long after the sun had gone down, long after the king had smile for the last time.