• Chapter 1


    The sun was setting and the town was winding down, candles began to be lit, children went to sleep as parents’ talk of their hardships. Helena was seated in her brightly lit room, watching her fathers’ town from afar. Never allowed to mingle with her fathers people, only allowed to watch from what seemed worlds away. To the future queen, it was worlds away; her studies kept her locked in her room where she was taught the proper makings of becoming a queen. She dreaded it with all her heart. Helena believed that this was her brother Quinn’s duty, but ill to her knowledge, the king found him completely inadequate. But he saw his daughter as a strong young woman who could fill his place without a doubt in his mind.
    Helena walked along the cold stone hallways of the palace, the uneven floor below made it difficult to go too quickly. She dashed past the great hall; the place of congregation of her father’s loyal friends who she thought just wanted a place in the kings boundless will. Past her bedroom with its lavender colour walls and huge set of white and gold furniture. She passed Quinn who was walking with his servant.
    “Quinn, have you seen father, he’s not in his study!” Said Helena with annoyance in her piercing voice.
    “I haven’t the slightest clue Helena...” Hearing the word “haven’t” sent her dashing towards the west gate. “But i know he’s not in the West Tower, I’ve just come from there.”
    “ Well, great.” With this Helena swiftly turned around stomping off toward her room.
    “If I see him I’ll be sure to tell him you’re seeking his assistance.” Called Quinn from behind.
    “Thank You”
    Helena stomped to her make-up table, and plopped herself down into the in front of the mirror. Once satisfied with her seating arrangement, she would look into the mirror and stare at the features her mother left her with.
    “I look just like her, Golden curls, pale skin; everything’s the same, except my eyes. How i hate them.”
    She didn’t hate her eyes because of their bright green color, but because they were the eyes of neither her father or her mother. She was now aware of this because of her heightened education, and would stay up at night thinking of how that could come to be.
    “Adultery.”
    This she had conformed in her mind, and planned to ask her father of her findings.
    “Helena, you wished to speak to me?” Came the crisp clear voice of her father from behind her.
    Helena was surprised by the sudden jump in noise and turned to her father.
    “Yes, I do. I have a question to ask of you.” She said emotionlessly staring into her father’s eyes.
    “Yes?” Asked her father in confusion. “But why not ask your teachers?”
    “Because this question has nothing to do with etiquette or math, it has to do with my eyes..” She said as her voice became smaller and smaller like a grape drying.
    “Well surely your teacher of science could explain to you the eye, this is why he is employed under the state.” He said confidently, thinking the problem was resolved. ”Unless you’d like a different tutor?”
    “No, The professor is a fine teacher, I just have to know why my eyes are neither yours or mothers, Quinn has yours, so why don’t I have them as well?” said Helena with quiet intensity, wanting an answer.
    “Now now my smart little butterfly, One’s body acts in strange ways sometimes. One set of parents can produce a large set of different children, it’s up to god how one looks.” Said her father attempting to avoid the question. “We can talk at supper Helena; I have business to attend to.” With this he walked out the door.
    Now frustrated with her father, Helena closed her door, and crawled into her bed, and fell asleep.
    Meanwhile Quinn was also in his room, but he wasn’t sleeping, he was opening his blinds, looking in the mirror, preparing himself for the nights arrangements. Quinn adjusted the bed covers, moved books, put them back and moved them again. He was nervous, more so then ever before, he planned to finalize his love for Thomas, in secret away from the watchful eye of his father, and the church.
    “What are you doing Quinn?” Said a cheerful voice from the doorway.
    “Don’t scare me so Thomas, and don’t talk so freely, father could be near. It’s not safe, it’s never safe.” These words quivered from Quinn’s mouth knowing what would happen if They were found.
    “Calm down,” Thomas came towards Quinn and put his palm on top of Quinn’s. He felt them, cold with nervousness. “all well be fine.” Thomas leant forward and kissed Quinn.
    Unknown to them, Jack was in the door, bringing a message to Quinn. Jack turned around, and headed for the kings study.
    ..........

    Jack ran as fast as his feet could manage. He ran all the way to the king’s study. He came to its great doors and knocked quickly.
    ‘Come in.” Rang the kings voice from the room.
    John ran through the door and began talking at speeds almost too fast to pick up.
    “Sire, I’ve seen Quinn, and the servant, I think his name was Thomas, in his room. They have done a unforgivable sin. They must be punished!” Said John, attempting to space out his words.
    “Well I cannot punish them if I haven’t a clue what crime he’s committed.”
    “Sodomy” Whispered John, “Edwin, He and the servant have committed this disturbing act, under your own roof.”
    With this the king rose from behind his desk, and talked to the door.
    “Come Jake, you are the only whiteness.” These words exited the kings’ mouth with rage. Jake followed carefully behind attempting no to anger him anymore.
    .........
    Helena awoke to the sound of rising voices from across the hall. She stood and cracked her door, the tiny crack caused the volume of the voices to rise tenfold. She ran across the hall to see what the commotion was about. As she peered into Quinn’s door, there she saw her father yelling at Quinn, and two guards had Thomas in shackles. The king noticed her presence and turned to her, rage tattooed perfectly on his face.
    “Helena, what do you think should happen to one who commits Sodomy?” he demanded.
    She looked over to her now crying brother, and then too Thomas, who was also crying. Her mined raced as she put two and two together.
    “Quinn, do tell me it’s not true!” Helena broke into tears and looked to her brother, she knew what the punishment was. Death. “Father, you cannot kill your son.” She said these words as tears ran down her face.
    “That’s true, i cannot, i don’t have that much lack of heart, but I can kill Thomas.” Said the king threw Quinn’s sobbing. Quinn jumped to his feet and jumped to Thomas. The guards blocked his way, and struck him to the ground.
    “No father, please I beg of you, please.” Quinn yelled these words straight at his father.
    Edwin turned to the door, and left, followed quickly by the guards who were now dragging Thomas quickly behind them. Jack was the last to leave. He stood at the door, and looked at the mess Quinn had become. He memorized the way he looked. The pain in his pricing blue eyes, the unstoppable shaking of Quinns body. The way is sobs were filled with pain, and how each breath hirt.
    He left with a smile on his face.


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