Part Twenty-Four

There was a knock on the door before it opened and one of Georgeanne's ladies informed her it was dinner time.  Blue told the lady that they'd be out in a minute, and without question, she closed the door.  Blue then turned back to her sister.  "Are you all right?" she asked.

Georgeanne in her fit of tears had slid from the bed to the floor.  It had taken a while, but her sobs eventually subsided leaving the her remaining tears to leak from her eyes as she sat on her knees not speaking.  Her sister just sat with her, keeping her company in her moment of need.

Her breathing slow and steady, she said, "I'm fine," her voice quiet but unshaken.

Blue reached out, her index finger curled, and wiped a fallen tear away.  The gesture caught Georgeanne's attention, and she turned her head toward her sibling.  "We should get you cleaned up for dinner then."  Georgeanne simply nodded and let her sister pull her to her feet.  She sat before her vanity, and stared at her reflection as she blotted her face with her handkerchief.  Then she powdered her face to cover up any evidence she had been crying. 

Standing behind her, Blue fidgeted with her hair to make it look a little more presentable.  Moderately happy with how it looked, she asked her sister for her opinion.  When she didn't answer, she caught her sister staring at the mirror.  "Georgie?"  She continued to stare as if her sister had said nothing.  Blue bent forward, placing her head just above her sister's left shoulder.  She looked from Georgeanne to the mirror and back again.  "Were you thinking of doing something with your hair?" she asked.  "I think it looks fine the way it is, but we could try something else."  Another knock on the door and both girls turned to see Georgeanne's lady, an apologetic look on her face, standing in the doorway.  "We need to go," said Blue.  "You know how M-."  She paused then said, "We shouldn't keep Father waiting."  Georgeanne laid the puff on the table and stood, smoothing her hands over her dress.  Blue left to talk with the lady at the door, and while alone, Georgeanne's mind began to wander again.  With her right hand, she reached out toward the mirror and tapped it with her knuckle as if rapping on a door. 

Blue called to her sister.  "Coming," she replied, taking her hand back from her reflection and turned toward the door.  Once there, her sister did not move.  "I'm ready.  Let's go."  Something had caught her sister's attention, but when she followed her line of sight, saw that she was staring at the mirror.  "What is it?" asked Georgeanne.

"Nothing," said Blue.  "I just thought..."  She shook her head and smiled at her sister.  "Never mind.  Must have been a trick of the light."  She stood beside her sister, offering her arm to her.  "Off to dinner?"

Georgeanne smiled back, looped her arm through her sister's and headed out the door.

Moments after the door closed, what Blue thought she had seen happened again as the mirror's surface began to ripple like water and after a few minutes smoothed again into flat glass.

Part Twenty-Three

The King stood outside his castle looking out over the gardens.  His hands firmly placed on the stone railing, he took in the loveliness of the sky and trees, the flowers and topiaries, but as beautiful as it was, it did nothing to brighten his mood.

He had been sombre as of late, and he wasn't sure why.  He had everything a man could ask for, and as king he was wont for nothing, but still... an emptiness dwelled within him that he could not pinpoint or comprehend.  The feeling within troubled him, and he sought out his physician in secret so as not to alert anyone in case it was simply all in his mind.  After every check-up, the physician assured him he was fine, and the King believed him.

Then what was this internal ache that troubled him so?

A gardener tending to roses near him caught the King's attention.  "You there," he called to the man who looked up at hearing the King speak.

"Yes, Your Highness," he said abandoning his tools and standing at his address, not forgetting to bow before royalty.

"The grounds are beautiful," said the King. 

"Thank you, Your Majesty," said the gardener with a slight bow of the head.  "I shall pass your kind words on to the others that help maintain the grounds."

The King nodded.  "Carry on," he said, and the gardener, after a small bow and polite thank you, fell to his knees again.  Noticing the flowers he was tending to, the King said, "Those roses are remarkable."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The roses were a swirl of blue and a deep reddish pink with green mixed in from the base of the bud to the tips of the petals.  "They were originally all green but over time, the red and tones emerged."  The gardener continued pulling weeds and pruning the bushes.

"Fascinating," said the King.  "Praytell, what is the name of their species?"

"Aiyana," said the gardener.

"They are exquisite," said the King.  "I would like to have some on the table during dinner with my family, please."

"Yes, Your Highness," said the gardener with a bow and by the time he raised his head, the King was gone.

*******

Both women stared at each other, neither of them smiling.  If it was possible, the temperature grew colder in their presence. 

It was the Queen who spoke first.

"It seems you have lost your manners, dear sister."

"The time for pleasantries is over," said the woman.  "What do you want, Belinda?"

"What makes you think I want something?"

"You never come to me unless there is something that you want, and seeing as how you are ever my only guest, I know that I am not mistaking you with some other creature."

"Creature?"  The Queen's eyes turned dark.  "How dare you take that tone with me?"

"I shall take any tone with you I wish," said the woman.  "Look around you, dear sister.  In what way can my means get any worse."

"Do not test me," said the Queen through clenched teeth, "else you may find out."  The woman held her ground, and the tension in the Queen's shoulders eased slightly.  "And I assure you that I want nothing from you.  I merely came by to see you because what kind of queen would I be if I did not care for the well-being of my subjects?"

"I am blinded by your graciousness," said the woman, her sarcastic tone not lost on either one of them.

Trying to remain calm, the Queen said, "Is there anything you need or want?"

"Why bother asking since we both know I'll receive nothing I either need or want?"

"I can only do what is within my power."

"Power," the woman huffed and looked away which sent the Queen into a rage.

"Do not turn away from me!" she screamed grabbing the woman's face and turned it to face her. 

Their faces inches apart, the woman didn't flinch or bat an eye.  "Or else what?"

"You know what I am capable of," said the Queen, the threat lingering between them.

"But do you know what I am capable of?" asked the woman.  The Queen released her, shoving her aside and walked away.  "Your threats mean nothing to me, Belinda.  I literally have nothing to lose.  You saw to that."

She walked to the outer rim of light and before stepping into the shadows, she stopped.  "What about the girls?" she said without turning around.

The woman stared at the Queen.  "You wouldn't hurt them," she said.  "You need them.  Like you need me."

The Queen turned then and stared long and hard at her sister.  "Perhaps," she conceded.  "But there will come a time where I won't need any of you, and mark my words, Aiyana.  When that day comes, I'll be sure to let you know."  Then the Queen disappeared into the darkness, and the woman listened to her fading ascending footsteps... then a click... and she was once again alone. 

Part Twenty-Two

It was dark and quiet as it always was.  Spending a lot of time alone there were moments where she thought she heard things, but unable to see much around her, she passed it off as a trick of the mind.  Still, a scurrying nearby, and she'd snap her fingers to bring forth a bit of flame to see by to find nothing there.  A wave of her hand, and the flame was out.  The flame used to be much brighter growing fainter as time passed.

Time.

Without sun or moon, it was difficult for her to count the passage of time.  How long has she'd been in this place?  If the stone walls could talk, they'd most likely be able to fill her in on all that she had missed since she'd been there. 

No windows.

No doors.

No signs of any kind of escape.

It was enough to drive any sane person mad.

There was a click in the distance which caught her attention.  Her head cocked slightly to the side when she heard a clack.  No, she told herself.  It's just another trick of the mind.  But the noises continued, a steady rhythm of... of footsteps.

And then they stopped.

Her eyes darted about the room searching for whatever had made that noise, but the shadows said nothing... at first.

A light from somewhere filled the room from its center, pooling outward.  The woman held her hands limply in fists at her chest as she searched for the light's source.  It stopped just before the walls, and it was then she relaxed letting her hands fall to her sides.  She eyed the remaining shadows, turning in a slow circle before stopping at one spot.

"What do you want this time?" she said to the darkness, her voice a little dry but strong.

The click-clack sounded on the stones as the woman stepped from the shadows.  Dressed in her royal finery, she stopped when she stood in the circle of light, a look of displeasure on her face.  "Come now, sister" said the Queen.  "Is that any way to talk to family?"

Part Twenty-One

Done with party preparations for the day, the Queen dismissed all of her servants so she could have some alone time to relax.  She retired to her chambers and told her ladies that she wished not to be disturbed.  Once alone she went to the window, closed her eyes, and took a big deep breath.  The chaos of the world would just fall away like fallen stone debris chiselled off an artist's sculpture.  With each breath, more and more faded away until nothing was left.

Except her two daughters.

She couldn't get them out of her mind.  Something felt off, and she couldn't put her finger on it, but when they couldn't be found...

The Queen opened her eyes and exhaled, her brow furrowed in irritation.  Yes.  That feeling when something was always afoot nibbled lightly at her gut, and it disturbed her.  It was possible that the girls had been in the library the entire time.  It was also possible that Naesa could have missed them in the corner they had been in.

But it was also possible something was going on.

She turned from the window and seated herself at her vanity.  "Knock, knock," she said and then the glass began to ripple like a stone being tossed into a pond.  When the ripples faded, she pulled up her sleeve and reached her hand toward the mirror - then inside the mirror - and pulled from it a copper doorknob.  "Nobody's home," she said, and the mirror became glass once more.  From the vanity, she moved to the closet and stared at the door.

There's no way, she thought.  No way at all.  But she had to be sure.

As if pushing a needle through fabric, she pushed the copper doorknob on top of the gold one already in the door and with little effort pushed until the copper one was the only one there was.  She then turned the knob and opened the door revealing a staircase where her closet used to be.  Crossing the doorway, the began to descend the stairs as the door slowly closed behind her.

Part Twenty

Georgeanne stood in her room at her window staring out at the gardens which were beautiful.  She imagined herself walking the grounds, but something compelled her not to go out there even though she felt drawn to.

After she and Blue had tidied up in the library, a strange feeling crept over her so she excused herself to her room saying she was going to lie down for a while, but once she got there, she found she could not rest.  Alone with her thoughts, she kept thinking of the wide open spaces of the outside though the closest she could bring herself to the outside was her window.

A light knocking on her door caught her attention, and she turned to see one of her handmaidens poke her head inside.  It was Ainsley, a quiet woman who rarely spoke unless spoken to.  "Feeling better, milady?" she asked.

She opened her mouth to speak but closed it finding she had nothing to say.  Still, she felt she owed the woman some sort of answer, so she said, "I imagine I'm not any worse."

"Are you up for company?" the woman asked, and Georgeanne was wondering if the woman was offering herself up.  Before the princess could question, the woman added, "Your sister is here to see you."

"Oh," she replied.  "She may enter."  Ainsley curtsied and opened the door to let Blue pass.  "Will either of you be needing anything?"  Georgeanne thanked her but said no.  The woman curtsied again and left, closing the door behind her.

"I thought you weren't feeling well," asked Blue.

"I'm not," Georgeanne replied.

"Then why aren't  you laying down?"

"Because I'm restless."

"You, too?"  Georgeanne looked at her sister in surprise and then back out the window.  "Neither of us were never very good at waiting."

"This is different."

"Waiting is waiting."

She turned from the window and stared at her sister.  "We aren't learning to fence or ride horses.  We're talking conspiracy here."

"Georgie-."

"That woman out there," she said with an erratic wave of her hand, "is not our mother.  Our mother... our mother... is out there somewhere."

"I know."

"We need to find her."

"I know," she said.  "But how do you suppose we do that?"  Georgeanne fell silent.  "Look, I know how frustrating this is."

"Do you?" she said, her eyes filling with tears.  "She was my mother.  Before all of this, she was my mother, and in being so I loved her blindly not as my Queen but as the woman that gave me life, that nursed me, that raised me.  And now I find out that not only is she not the woman I thought she was, that she's responsible for my real mother's - our real mother's - disappearance?  What else has she done?" 

Blue went to her, her handkerchief out and dabbing at her sister's face.  "You cannot honestly blame yourself for another woman's choices."

"But she was my mother," she sighed.

"You are nothing like her," said Blue.  "And we both know it's not her blood that courses through your veins.  You're made of something more amazing."

Georgeanne laughed a little.  "Flattery will get you everywhere," she smiled weakly.

"And honesty even further."

She brushed the remaining tears away with her fingertips as she seated herself on the side of the bed.  Her sister sat beside her.  "She was all I had for the longest time until we came here.  There were no other kids around and everyone was so serious all the time.  And then when father died-."  She fell silent, her spoken words falling in mid-air as her face grew worrisome.

"Georgie?"  She placed a hand on her sister's shoulder.  "What is it?"

"Father," she said, and Blue waited.  Out of everything that had happened, everything that they had learned, she had completely forgotten about the man she had called father, the Queen's first husband.  The world in which her and her sister lived had been thrown on its ear.  Nothing was normal or ordinary anymore.  Simple explanations no longer existed.  So she couldn't help but wonder who that man had been, the man who in her younger years she had called father.  Was he truly dead?  Or merely a pawn in the Queen's plan?

Too many questions and not enough answers.  She feared she couldn't take much more and wondered what was going to happen next.