It's not the happily-ever-after love story commonly seen. Instead of showing the two of them basking in love's bliss, it shows Irewen's love for Laegon through her support and concern. It's easy to love someone when everything is going smoothly. But that doesn't necessarily mean it's true love. When one or both of you are going through challenging times it puts a strain on the relationship. True love surfaces when despite any burdens suffered, no one runs away. This is a perfect scene to show this form of love. True love. Enjoy!
A soft breeze fluttered past, carrying the sweet but unmistakable scent of the bellai flower. Strands of her black hair blew in front of her eyes. She brushed them aside, finding it apt that she should smell the bellai this night. Blooming every other year by the delicate touch of moonlight, it was sometimes given to lovers as a sign of affection.
Yet, for all its delicate features, it had extremely strong characteristics and was often seen as a symbol of loneliness and despair. Like Laegon, it had a host of its own demons to battle.
Irewen stepped closer to the prince. “Laegon?” she repeated, slightly louder.
Again, nothing. Laegon continued to rock back and forth on his heels, not even pausing at the sound of her voice.
«Maybe it would be best to leave him alone for the time being,» Silevethiel suggested. «He’s not been himself since we left Silverden.»
«Yes,» she replied slowly before turning to leave; her failure weighed heavily on her soul. «Perhaps you’re right. I’ll try talking to him again tomorrow.»
«Don’t give up,» Silevethiel said. «He needs help. You and Brégen are the only ones who have a chance of reaching him. You are the only ones he trusts.»
«If he doesn’t come out of whatever trance he’s in long enough to listen, no amount of trust will matter.»
She spun around at the sound of Laegon’s voice. He remained crouched on the ground, his hands covering his face. But he’d finally become still.
“Are you there?”
Her voice cracked when she spoke. “Yes, Laegon. I’m here. Would you prefer for me to leave?”
He dropped his hands to the ground but kept his head down. “No, stay. Please.”
“Of course I’ll stay.” Going to his side, she knelt beside him. She said nothing, deciding it would be best for him to speak when he was ready.
“I’m sick, Irewen,” he said after a time. Refusing to lift his head, he kept his gaze focused on the ground. “Ever since I used my Sight to fight the Drulaack in Silverden, I haven’t been myself. It’s not a disease. It’s nothing that can be pinpointed and easily cured. It feels like I’m unraveling. I can’t focus. I can’t think. I’m coming undone. Mind then body.
“I feel so alone. Like I’m fighting a war all on my own. People who once were trusted friends I now see as a threat. I’ve even snapped at Brégen, my Guardian who I’ve trusted with my life for over two hundred years. There is no one on this earth closer to me than him.
“So far, he’s been able to pull me through. But I get worse every day. Every hour. I fear he won’t be able to save me much longer. What’s going to happen when that day comes? What’s going to happen when he can’t pull me out?”
Silenced descended between them. Laegon finally lifted his head and turned to meet her gaze. His dark brown eyes called out to her, pleading to release him from his prison.
Irewen’s lips parted, but no words came. She didn’t know what to say. She knew Laegon wasn’t well but hadn’t expected anything as severe as this.
“I will always be here for you,” she eventually whispered. “Whatever this is, we’ll face it together. Brégen, Silevethiel, and I will never betray you. And we will never give up on you. There is a way to cure what ails you. We will find it.”
“But what happens when I go completely mad!” Laegon hissed. His breath came in short, quick successions, and his eyes took on a crazed look. “What happens then! I’ll be useless! I won’t be able to live with my own people. There will be nothing I can do to pull my weight in the Wood Elf society. If I don’t contribute to my fellow elves, they will give me nothing in return! It’s the way our culture is built. You must give to get!”
Irewen reached forward and cupped his cheeks in her hands. “Laegon, look at me. Look into my eyes.”
She waited until his breathing returned to normal and the tension in his facial muscles dwindled.
“No one will ever let you suffer, Laegon. You are revered by your people. They will always ensure you have everything you need. Your people will never cast you aside. And neither will I.”
©2016 by Andi O'Connor