Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

Licking at her full pink lips, salty tears still streaming down her pale flawless features, Helena hung her head slightly. She swallowed hard, tamping down the burning hatred she felt roiling inside her like a tempest ready to destroy an island as it unleashed its wrath in thunder, lighting and torrential rains. On the outside, she was humble calm, but on the inside, her mind was wild with fury and rage. How could her husband not see the threat that Charles imposed upon his very reign as ruler of his people? The very fact that he wished to overthrow his best friend and create chaos and more. That wretched man also wished her dead and would see it done if she didn't see to it first, not to mention see to it that the all that she and Anselm stood for would be demolished without thought or care. That man wanted revolution. And if he lived... it would happen. Then everything she'd worked for would be in vain. It was so blatantly obviously that she could taste the blood in her mouth, the metallic tang strong let her sense reel. With eyes the color of sapphire, cool and blue, wet with tears, Helena finally looked up into her beloved's eyes. She gave him a watery smile and brought up a hand to dab at her tears with a handkerchief she had tucked away on her gauzy skirts. Another hand moved to rest against him, maintaining that contact, that connection, as he seemed to get lost in thought over this precarious situation. You are wise, Anselm, Helena then said softly, though her words seemed loud given how empty the room was with everyone dismissed and it being just she and her husband. I'm just a foolish girl and fortunate to be loved by one such as you. She smiled weakly. And those who know you are just as fortunate as I. Her blonde head bobbed a few short nods. Helena dabbed at her tears once more, her handkerchief becoming more and more damp as she wiped away the tears that streaked her angelic face. She gave her king, her husband, another tiny smile. You must do what you know to be right and know that you have my support and trust. Helena's cheeks flushed slightly and she averted her gaze to stare at the floor. It was wrong of me to speak so boldly. Though, do not forget as you talk with Charles that... her voice trailed and fresh tears wetted her cheeks. Again, she used her handkerchief to dry them. That the man has wronged me, my father and probably others. She looked up at her king just then, giving him a look that let him know that she was not going with him for this further interrogation of the man. Clearly, the memories he conjured up of her past were too painful, too fresh. I just don't want him to wrong more people, especially you... Anselm. Helena paused and bit down on her lip, her cheeks reddening as her gaze averted once more. Her hand clutched onto her handkerchief tightly, her knuckles going white as she stood there silently, almost motionless. The room was deafening despite the quiet and her thoughts about Charles possibly getting away with murderquite literallydrove her mad. He wouldn't get away with wronging her. Not again. Not ever. Too many lives are at stake. What's past is past and I cannot change that. But you, my beloved hold the future of us all in your hands and I trust you to do the right thing no matter the outcome of this whole situation. Helena paused a moment, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. Perhaps I am merely paranoid given where I come from. I do hope I am wrong in being so. She then looked back up into Anselm's eyes once more, her hand moving down along his chest until she finally broke contact all together. Giving him another small smile, she dabbed once more at her pale eyes with the handkerchief she clutched tightly in her tiny, delicate hands. Looking down at it, she pursed her lips and then swallowed. Here, she said, tucking the damp cloth she'd been using into Anselm's large palm. Take this while you go talk to your friend. May it give you all the strength I have to offer while you are faced with this most horrible of situations. Slowly, Helena backed away a few short steps. Her filmy gown billowed about her delicate frame as she moved, each step echoing in the silence that surrounded both she and Anselm. I'll pray for you, Helena said softly. Surely someone or something will listen to a queen asking for guidance and safety for the one she loves most. As her cheeks reddened, her blue eyes lingered on the handkerchief she'd pressed into Anselm's palm before moving them to look back into his one last time before she knew he had to go and attend to this very pressing and disturbing matter.