Chasing The Wind

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y heart is disturbed. I haven't slept well in the past few nights and I haven't eaten prope

th the marvelous sight of the orchard, the stream that flows across it and the bridge that looms over i

and stallions that populate my stable? Why can't

tone floors. Whirling, I catch sight of Queen Elunia — my gr

y?" She sings out. The scent of

ces at me with a worried

loser and lays a dainty hand on my s

ir to the powerful throne of Altsas refuse to take a bride? He has reached maturity and most of his mates are already

er melodious sing-song voice, her words are laced

hazel eyes that hold me captive even after all these years. I kiss

be wedded, why insist? Maybe h

sons would th

know we shouldn't force him, may

out of my voice. "Surely you are joking, my Queen. He turn

into marrying he might do something out

ncerely hope not." I turn and stare at the orchard again. "E

can hear the hum

do you think the subjects are thinking? I wi

to the orchard and watch the stream of roaring wate

o, then?" Her voice wakes

a bride." I take

then says, "What if he does not like her

rning, I face my beloved wife. "It is

for him." Sh

and touch her arm, "our

y." my Qu

cross the vast room. My wife and I tur

ters across the room like a dove and throws he

es which can last weeks. Personally, I can't care less but

h cheeks before sinking onto one knee with h

the words of greeting. I stare at him, then meet the soulfu

strides and rest my big hand on his h

nd taps Kyan on the shoulder —

my Queen says. "H

he borders of Altsas completely. I

a married Prince." I can't help cutti

. "Have pity on our son, he must b

ts — some bleeding, some healed, eye bags,

He turns to me, "Father, I will re

around him. They beam at each other and I do all I

d," I sa

ndition." His eye

out, Kyan?" My wife asks

e a simple condition. I want to marry

een asks. She grabs him and

er but gives h

y head, I'll have to consult my sages. I'm happy he has finally agreed to

nd such a woman?"

now," Kyan

ord," my wife tells me wit

. "In

o Kyan who bows lowly

woman for our son?" My Queen grab

s into my head. I consider it, viewing it from all an

h a grin. "We'll hunt down this woman for our son

de my d