{"id":32626,"date":"2012-10-23T21:15:00","date_gmt":"2012-10-23T21:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/10\/23\/lady-archer-the-warrior-king-27\/"},"modified":"2012-10-23T21:15:00","modified_gmt":"2012-10-23T21:15:00","slug":"lady-archer-the-warrior-king-27","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/10\/23\/lady-archer-the-warrior-king-27\/","title":{"rendered":"Lady Archer | @the-warrior-king"},"content":{"rendered":"

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He looked at how cold she had suddenly become, but he said nothing as he turned away from her, bowing slightly and murmuring a slight goodbye before he left. He called upon the nurse to see to her, and saw the slight questioning look in her eye – as if she would never expect the King to be interested in the girl.<\/p>\n

It was later in the evening that he was in the library and he saw the book on the table, the one she spoke of having read, and he wondered if he should take it to her. He resolved to do so, but as he walked past her room, he stopped, hearing voices.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer had tried to resist, tried to pass it off as merely the effect of pain, but Bertha had known her far too long and refused to leave her charge alone without prying the whole story from her. Slyly, the maid avoided the topic at first, spending a long time brushing Summer\u2019s hair, before broaching the subject.<\/p>\n

\u201cWillna tell what ails tha, lamb?\u201d she coaxed, running the brush over the already smooth hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a fool of a girl, is all,\u201d Summer mumbled, knotting her hands in her lap.<\/p>\n

\u201cNay, could never be. Tell now, honest truth, pet. Hast hurt thee?\u201d<\/p>\n

Summer crumbled, turning to bury her face against Bertha\u2019s lap. \u201cHe could never hurt me,\u201d she cried. \u201c\u2018Tis only myself to blame. I think I love him, Bertha, I\u2019ve fallen in love with the King.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018E\u2019s a fine figure of a man, my lady, though I do say so. Why cry for it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause,\u201d she sobbed, quieter now, \u201che\u2019ll not see it. He thinks I\u2019m only after his crown, his power, some ambitious chit of a girl who wants only to be Queen. It\u2019s not, truly, not. I\u2019d love him if he were, if he were the lowest in the kingdom, for his strength, for his kindness \u2026 he\u2019s so terribly kind, Bertha, so very so. I wish he were not the King, for then I \/could\/ love him freely, but he could never see me, the daughter of a Kentish baron, as fit for him. But oh! Bertha, his hands are so gentle, he carried me like I was something to be treasured.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTha art, pet, a treasure and a jewel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Summer lifted her head, tears running down her face. \u201cI\u2019m not, truly. Hopelessly wild and unruly and not fit for courtly society. Not fit for the King, not at all. So kind where he doesn\u2019t have to be \u2026 “<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Henry stopped as he neared the door, his hand on the doorknob as he wished to enter but then he heard his name. He was never one for prying and so that he should hear them talking about him – he would rather leave.<\/p>\n

But the words stopped him, they held him captive and he could not help but listen.<\/p>\n

She loved him.<\/p>\n

She loved him.<\/em><\/p>\n

It was something that he did not to think from her and for a moment he was shocked, stepping away from the door he began to walk away, not knowing what to do with the knowledge that she had spoken of.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer had finally cried herself into exhausted sleep. When she finally woke, late the next morning, the first thing she did was test her ankle, for she was determined to escape the confines of the palace. After some consideration, she bound it tightly within her boot and marched — well, hobbled, really — out to the archery targets.<\/p>\n

The men there kindly ceded her a target after she demonstrated her skill, and one young fellow appointed himself her arrow-fetcher. But even archery wasn’t distracting enough.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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