~~this story came about after wrote my friend JediKnight, Worried that he would never talk to me again i asked him not to behead me. *LOL* Of course, being the busy person he is, and having computer problems, he was unable to write me for a week, *which i didn't know...* So in a moment of devine inspiration ~~10 minutes before i was SUPPOSED to leave for work~~ I came up with this.... chapter.... Enjoy!

The steel gray of the sky gave ominous warning of the solemn day ahead. The clouds hung low, heavy with rains that were not needed, nor welcome as the streets were already flooded with mud. She could hear the crowds in the town below the tower... Not being able to discern the words, but knowing that each phrase, each sentence, each and every word was filled with hatred and frustration. ‘At her? No.... at life in general, at the unfairness of things that we have no control over, and the belief in lies told by people wanting power’ She shook her head... Thinking about it now would only make the time pass even slower than it had for the past week.

‘A week?’ she wondered at this... it had felt like even longer, but she supposed that anyone who was used to running free, roaming the countryside, and ruling a kingdom would think any amount of isolation would feel longer than it was.

She heard footsteps coming up the long winding staircase, ‘They’re coming for me’

Keys rattled as they turned the heavy lock, the door swung open slowly. Sitting serenely by the barred window, she gazed at the large man who entered her.... "chambers"

He looked genuinely uncomfortable, being there... wearing a new crest upon his chest, hers, a white wolf on a purple background, now long gone and burned.. ‘amazing what changes can happen in a week’. The new crest was a glaring reminder of why she was sitting in the cell. A hyena ~a rather nasty creature brought to one of the villiage fairs by a band of gypsys~ , she pulled her eyes away from the crest and gave him a wan smile.

‘Gareth, is it time?’

He seemed startled at her calm, and gentle voice. ‘No your majesty, I came... because... I wanted to bring you these’ He looked around, as if afraid to be seen, and held out a bundle.

She walked over to him and took the offering from his hands, his hands trembled. She looked up at her faithful knight and smiled, "Bel Gareth do not grieve for me, if this is the Gods Way then I must follow"

The large man sunk to his knees before his queen, head bowed "I would take your place if I could."

There was no greater sorrow than hearing those words, she touched his face and lifted his head. Looking into his grief stricken eyes, she felt her heart wrench again, "Gareth, I do not profess to know why the Gods chose this path for me, soon, my life will be nothing more than a memory, but within you, and your men hope still survives. I do not blame you for what is about to be done, nor do I condem you for taking up the hyena crest, because I know in my hearts of hearts that the white wolf is forever inside you, waiting, biding his time to do what is right and just. And know this Gareth, I will always be here with you, death is but the beggining of another journey"

"My Queen" his anguished voice came out in a harsh whisper, grasping her hands in his, raising them to his lips, "I swear to you, that the white wolf will reign again, for even now Noah and Aaron are taking the young prince to a safe place where the evil of his father can not touch him"

She breathed sigh of relief, "Thank you Gareth, thank you with all my heart"

They stood there, a regal queen, dressed in naught but rags, and knight kneeling before her. The cold stone walls seemed to disolve around them, as if they were nothing but clouds.

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