by Jenni James
To allow her to unknowingly sleep through this horror, to allow her to heal through the pain she could not feel, to keep her from all those memories that would threaten to disarm and own her—she had to be kept in such a state. Until one who was worthy enough could come along and teach her, hold her, comfort her, release the joyful spell surrounding her contentment, and more importantly kiss her awake to the true being that was hers.
Until then, until one such worthy man came into her life and bravely fought those demons who sought to destroy her, Queen Aleyna’s existence was perpetually on hold.
And she was forever trapped within a state of no progression, wrapped in a bubble of peace, and eternally asleep—as if she were a ghost—to the harsh realities awaiting her. Ignorant to all but what she knew and could remember, she would be forever known as the Sleeping Queen…
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Prince Darien laughed as he dodged another wayward thrust of the king’s sword. At this rate he and Michael, the King of Alemade, would be at it all night. He hooted as his friend lunged forward again. And as Darien quickly sidestepped the attack he could not help but taunt him, “Is this the greatest you’ve got within you? How can you hope to defend yourself, let alone a whole kingdom?”
The king grunted and swung his sword, missing the prince by a good six inches. “Perhaps if you held still long enough, I could show you how good my maneuvers are!”
Darien chuckled and took a step back, his foot slipping slightly on the wet grass of the castle lawn, before deftly lifting his sword and blocking two more wild attempts from Michael. “Admit defeat, old man, and I may let you live to see another day.” It was the same thing he said to the king each week as they practiced, and true to form his friend was quick to respond in kind.
“If you weren’t such a coward and could fight like a real man, I’d be able to blacken your lights for you instantly.”
“Aw, yes, but we’re not using fisticuffs, now are we? In fact we’re—”
“And another thing! I am not an old man.” The king huffed as he haphazardly sliced his blade through the air. “I—” He stepped forward. “—am only—” Steel smacked against steel. “—five years older than you.” Michael wiped his brow and cursed Darien’s impeccable sword fighting skills, it was impossible to attempt to break through any of his defenses. “And the last time I checked, you were twenty-five years old.”
“Yes, but twenty-seven is still much younger than you!” Darien took two steps forward arching his blade in the air and swiftly popping Michael’s sword right out of his hand. It flew gracefully, allowing the handle to be caught up by the prince signifying the game was at an end.
Michael was drenched in sweat while Darien looked as though he had merely taken a leisurely stroll upon the grounds. “One of these days I am going to learn your secret,” said the king as he wiped his mouth on his shirtsleeve.
“My secret?” Darien walked over to the bush where they had hung their royal coats twenty minutes earlier, placing the swords down, he collected them. “And what secret is this?” He raised a dashing brow as he handed Michael’s bright green coat back to him.
The king shook the garment and waved off the servant who had run up to help, before slipping his arms into the sleeves. “Your ability to look so dashed cool and unaffected—so debonair—whilst in the midst of dueling, no less.”
Darien’s eyes twinkled as he put on his coat of navy and silver trimmings. “Didn’t you know? Us single men must practice these things in the looking glasses at home, just during such an occasions as these, for who is to know whether a stunning female will not come by and catch us looking a spectacle.” When the king grunted, he continued, “Well, you do have Cassandra, you know. And she is by far everything on this good earth that is praiseworthy indeed. But, with such a woman at your side and as your queen, be grateful you do not have to practice like I do.”
Michael raised his eyes heavenward briefly as he straightened the coat over his tan colored breeches. “If I believed half the nonsense you sputtered out, I’d be a very foolish man,” he said, before walking to the bush, collecting his sword, and sliding it within its sheath.
Darien laughed as he buttoned the coat. “You’d be a very foolish old man.”
“You know, I’d watch your crowing if I were you.” The king smirked and turned around. “Remember, boy, I know what truly does put you out of countenance—what you are most afraid of in all the world. So do not keep spouting your old jokes, for I can guarantee I can make you squirm and sweat just like the rest of us.”
The prince snorted and walked over to his sword. He titled his head to the side and smugly grinned as he looked up at Michael while sliding the blade in its scabbard. “There is nothing I’m afraid of on this globe. Nothing at all—so whatever you have against me, remember it is merely a child’s imaginings.”
“Oh-ho! First I am too old, and now I am a child who imagines?”
“That is not what I meant, and you know it.” Darien’s gaze settled on his friend, they were almost brothers—had been raised like brothers—and there was no one he trusted more. The redheaded king was handsome, extremely so and had a beautiful blonde queen at his side to prove it. They’d begun to have a score of adorable little redheads and blondes themselves, and with the birth of the last one—a little girl all fiery curls and giggles—Darien founding himself longing to settle down as well. If only he could find a woman half as agreeable as Cassandra, he might just do it too.
But this sort of thinking would get him nowhere. He cleared his throat and explained, “I meant that whatever you believe me to be afraid of, was most likely something you conjured up back when we were boys. So if in reality, I am afraid of it—which I highly doubt—then it was something that I’ve long past put behind me.”
The king smiled and patted him on the back. “I’m not discussing spiders or girls here. I’m talking about something much more terrifying in your eyes. In fact, I know you would change color at this moment if I were to speak of it, so lifeless and cold would you become.”
Darien pulled away laughing and began to head back toward the castle. “There is nothing you could say that would frighten me. Nothing.” He glanced back and waited for his friend to catch up to him. “Though, I am very curious what you believe you have got against me. Indeed this may be the most intriguing thing I’ve come upon all morning.”
“Should I tell you then?” asked the king as he stepped in stride with the prince.
“Oh, most definitely, you look too sure of yourself, I must take that smirk off your face. So out with it man—do your best! I dare you to find something that would startle me.”
Michael’s grin grew. Truly, Darien was too easy to bait sometimes. He may be the better swordsman, but his own pride got too much in the way of rational thinking. Hesitating only a moment or two, he went ahead and satisfied his young friend. It was time the man realized he was not invincible—at least not when it came to things of a bone chilling nature. “Ghosts, Darien. You have and will always be decidedly against the visitations of anything of the spiritual, ghouly, phantom, or specter realm—the realm of the dead.”
The king watched Darien’s face pale as his feet stalled, before continuing, “And no matter how old you or I become, that night of our first haunting will forever ring through my memories. And you boy, would be a fool to deny such aversions.” His voice grew low and sinister just to guarantee the prince squirmed. “To deny it, only warrants their return even more…”
ABOUT JENNI
Jenni James is the happy mother of seven boisterous children and the author of several book babies that include: Pride & Popularity, Northanger Alibi and Persuaded from The Jane Austen Diaries for teens and Prince Tennyson an inspirational novel. She enjoys writing clean literature for children, teens and adults. Look out for more of her Faerie Tale Collection; Sleeping Beauty and Rumplestiltskin are coming soon! To get all the latest news and updates come find her on facebook: Author Jenni James or visit her websi
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Table of Contents
What People Are Saying about Jenni
Title Page
Other Books by Jenni
Dedication
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
Coming Soon: Sleeping Beauty
About Jenni
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