Sunday, October 09, 2005
Chapter Three
Knight Davion took a tentative step into the Princess's room. Instead of the stale trapped air revolving in the castle, the air was instead streamed with fragrance, with a faint smell of polish rising from the wooden floor with its square of green carpet. He walked quietly and looked around him, feeling like an interloper. The painting hung on the walls exuded English confidence and calm, like a lush cultural oasis in the desert of gentility.
His attention was then caught by a large painting known as the Death of Love.
The picture depicts of a young man and a lady yielded together, with both in full, triumphant possession under a limitless sky, but the frowning eyebrows seem to tell otherwise. Knight Davion folded his arms and pursed his lips consideringly.
What is the secret of true love between a man and a woman, he wondered? Sex, certainly; romance, ideally, domestic stability, probably. With that, he could not come up with any more concepts, whatever it is, he hadn't found it yet. He rubbed his palms, suddenly cold in the winter air.
The princess was looking at him in puzzlement, " You have been so quiet from the beach, anything troubling you?"
Knight Davion just shot her a dazzling grin.
The princess frowned, and pouted," You are such an idiot."
Knight Davion could just shrug his shoulders helplessly.
He peered out of the window, with the blue afternoon shadows lay on the steep, wooded hillsides, the grass looking smooth and soft, and a dark, snaking line of pine and dogwood marked the course of the river. The country was beautiful, but exceptionally lonely. He suddenly blurted," Don't you feel neglected?"
The princess was taken aback, she squeezed her eyes tight shut and stammered," Get out of my room."
Knight Davion printed her eyes on her, knowing that he had crossed the line. He walked out of the room, saying goodnight, before letting the heavy door snick shut.
The princess let out a shaky sigh and blinked her eyes open.
To be continued...
His attention was then caught by a large painting known as the Death of Love.
The picture depicts of a young man and a lady yielded together, with both in full, triumphant possession under a limitless sky, but the frowning eyebrows seem to tell otherwise. Knight Davion folded his arms and pursed his lips consideringly.
What is the secret of true love between a man and a woman, he wondered? Sex, certainly; romance, ideally, domestic stability, probably. With that, he could not come up with any more concepts, whatever it is, he hadn't found it yet. He rubbed his palms, suddenly cold in the winter air.
The princess was looking at him in puzzlement, " You have been so quiet from the beach, anything troubling you?"
Knight Davion just shot her a dazzling grin.
The princess frowned, and pouted," You are such an idiot."
Knight Davion could just shrug his shoulders helplessly.
He peered out of the window, with the blue afternoon shadows lay on the steep, wooded hillsides, the grass looking smooth and soft, and a dark, snaking line of pine and dogwood marked the course of the river. The country was beautiful, but exceptionally lonely. He suddenly blurted," Don't you feel neglected?"
The princess was taken aback, she squeezed her eyes tight shut and stammered," Get out of my room."
Knight Davion printed her eyes on her, knowing that he had crossed the line. He walked out of the room, saying goodnight, before letting the heavy door snick shut.
The princess let out a shaky sigh and blinked her eyes open.
To be continued...
# posted by Dao @ 10:21 AM 
