[I feel sad for her as well. She doesn't have a happy life.]
"Captain! Miguel is alive!" bellowed the leader of Jonathan's group of apprentices and guards as they approached the injured kitchen servant. At the break of dawn, they arose to the surface to determine whether Prince Armel and Miguel had lived through the winter storm. Thus far, it appeared Miguel had, which was a wonder to him. From the distance he stood from Miguel, he could not see a single reason why the older bear would survive after receiving those nasty gashes down his back.
Jonathan wished to approach Miguel for a better look, but he was ordered to maintain his distance. The older bears were all cautious because none of them were sure how a disoriented Miguel would behave. Miguel could attack them for all they knew, so they had to keep their distance. Jonathan did not believe Miguel was capable of violently lashing out against someone, disoriented or not. It was against his nature.
It felt like an eternity before he and the other apprentices were given permission to close in on Miguel. Up close, Jonathan could see nothing, but scabbed wounds down Miguel's back and snow blanketing the area around him. He wondered what sort of miracle protected Miguel. Could it have been the First Queen protecting him? It was a silly thought, but something he felt like she must be watching over them. "Morning, Miguel. You've survived the night," he said as he faced the disoriented kitchen servant.
Humbert glanced over at Eetu's group and sighed in relief. At least one bear survived the night. Before him, Humbert had a mound of snow where Prince Armel was surely frozen beneath. Now his sigh was heavy as he had his bears break apart the mound and free the prince.
It was not his intention for the prince to perish, but this would have happened—"Captain Humbert, he's alive. The prince is alive, but he's very cold. We need to get him inside."Hum thought his neck would snap with how fast his head moved at Sir Kuzey's exclamation.
His Highness was alive.
Within a heartbeat, Hum was on his knees beside the half-dead prince. His skin was as cold as ice and his extremities were tinted blue. Quickly, Hum shrugged off his jacket and wrapped the small prince within it. "Yilmaz, go and inform Dr. Sammi." The apprentice was off as soon as the order left his mouth.
Hum could not run as fast as the apprentice, not in his human form and with a bundle in his arms. Yilmaz could run faster as in his bear form and with better traction. However, Hum could run and arrive at Dr. Sammi's infirmary with everything prepared for the prince. At least that was his hope as he sprinted down below the ice and kept the prince firmly pressed against his body. The prince survived the storm, so now Their Majesties' orders were fulfilled and now he could act as he saw fit.
Eden lied down on one of the infirmary beds near Sammi, eyeing the older she-bear with frustration. No matter what she did, the damn doctor wouldn't meet her gaze. If she hadn't sent Marigold and Tulip away so Sammi wouldn't throw a tantrum over perfectly healthy cubs in her infirmary, then they would be seeing Eden throwing a tantrum. It was infuriating to watch Sammi scribble away on her notepad.
If nothing happened within the next twenty seconds, Eden was going to push Sammi down on one of the beds and take her—"Princess Eden, don't even try it." "Try what?" she shot back with a flip of her hair. "Pushing me down, seducing me, making me yours. I'm married with cubs, Princess." "So? You don't even love them. You don't even hate them. You just don't care about them," she bluntly said, flourishing her words with a wave of her hand. "But you do care about me... You love me, so I don't understand why you won't become mine..." Eden was now draped over Sammi's back as she whispered in her ear.
But Sammi roughly shrugged her off and shot her a venomous glare. Right. She was already a co-conspirator to Eden's whims. No need to become her lover. It didn't matter how serious Eden was, her feelings would always be seen as frivolous. Everyone was just waiting for her to wake up and act like a little puppet princess, just like her sisters. She rather be herself than a princess, like how her pathetic baby brother rather be a servant than a prince. Something felt more substantial when she was herself...
"...be alright?" "Huh?" She blinked, having been lost in thought until just that moment. Sammi sighed and pushed her glasses back into place."I asked if you belief Prince Armel will survive. You said you left him an hour before daybreak with an igloo around him. I highly doubt he could survive an hour in the cold without proper clothing. He should be dead by now, Princess."Eden did not like the look on Sammi's face. It was the one she often wore, one of great disdain and hate, though she was sure they were directed at herself rather than Armel. "No, he won't be fine, but he'll be alive," she said just as an apprentice guard barged into the infirmary. Out of breath, the cub tried to find his words, but Sammi was already on the move. The doctor pushed her away while yelling for her apprentices to wake up and stop wasting daylight.
Within ten minutes, they were ready to receive Armel, and within twelve minutes, Armel was in the infirmary receiving treatment for his hypothermia and frostbite.
Armel woke up under blinding white lights and wrapped in a thick and warm blanket. He felt like he was tucked into Annabelle's arms, like the first few days after he arrived at the court. However, he understood he wasn't wrapped in her arms, that he wasn't in the kitchen. It took him a few moments, but he connected the blinding lights with the smell of antiseptics and concluded he was in the infirmary, again. Glancing around, he spotted Dr. Sammi lecturing Eden and Dr. Sammi's apprentices nervously on standby near them. He didn't see any of his sister's bodyguards or his two nieces. It was strange seeing a noble without protection. It was stranger still to see one being chastised by a servant. Well, no, Dr. Sammi was related to Lord Garsea and his family through a distant relative, but she wasn't a noble herself."Weird..."he murmured with a slight smile. What a weird scene.
"Aren't you the weird one?" Humbert asked. His reply was a surprised squeak he didn't think the prince was capable of making, but he did. However, all of the unguarded expression he wore soon vanished, replaced by that emotionless mask he often wore. Hum preferred the emotionless mask. To see the prince, who was always emotionally ice-cold and monotone behave like a normal cub was unsettling to say the least. He rather not see the prince with normal expressions on his face. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this conversation. Oh, if you are curious, Miguel survived the night as well." He only informed the prince so he would understand that he would not be the only one in the infirmary. However, it backfired on him because, as the prince turned his face away from him, he caught the glistening of tears in his eyes. Does that servant mean more to His Highness than as a plaything? It was a curious thought, but not one he dwelled on.
Justine wanted to see Miguel, she hardly got any sleep during the night because she felt hollow inside. She learned of Miguel's feelings for her, but he didn't know her feelings. He was so dense. She could not stand it any longer. But still, she worried about him throughout the night and into the early morning. She worried as she followed her mother through the halls and into various rooms, tidying up and cleaning up everything that was needed to be tided and cleaned.
Bera
Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 1:13 pm
It took Miguel a minute to make out who was speaking to him. He didn't understand the crushing disappointment he felt to find out it was Jonathan. "How...how soon can I get up? Get back to work?" He asked, still feeling the cramped feeling in his muscles.
Then suddenly he gasped, though the action tugged at his wounds in an unpleasant way. "How is Mell- er- Armel!? How is Prince Armel? Please tell me his's alive Jonathan!" He reached out a paw as if to grab Jonathan with his paw, while fear clawed at his heart for his friend, but the sudden movement tore at his wound. Cutting the reaching movement short, he shrieked in pain and curled in on himself. Melly is okay, he just has to be.
Jonathan took a step back from Miguel and adjusted the collar of his jacket. "Don't move, you idiot," he snapped at him while the other guards helped him to his paws. Miguel was harmless. However, the last thing Jonathan wanted was to be caught by Miguel's frantic paws. Sir Eetu then stepped forward and faced Miguel. "His Highness' condition is none of your concern, servant." Jonathan shivered, but it wasn't the cold that made him feel frozen. He never heard Sir Eetu speak so cold towards anyone, much less someone as harmless and considerate as Miguel. Sure, Jonathan strongly believed Prince Armel would be the death of Collette and her family, and now even their friends if the shape Miguel was in was any indication, but...
But this isn't right. Miguel has every right to know how Prince Armel is fairing. His Highness is the cause of this mess. Jonathan tried to speak on Miguel's behalf, but Sir Eetu completely ignored him. "Take him back to the kitchen where he can lick his wounds by the hearth. Then return to your normal duties." Jonathan watched as Sir Eetu, with those harsh orders, turned away from Miguel and started walking back to the tunnels.
Humbert
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Bera
Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 12:50 pm
Curled in a ball around himself, Miguel began to cry. Not because of the pain, though that was certainly cause enough. But because his station, so blatantly thrown in his face, prevented him from learning if a dear friend of his was even alive. "Please... please Joathan, if you know... If you know how the Prince is, please tell me. Then you can throw me back into the kitchen to 'lick my wounds.'" He bit off the last words sarcastically.
"Just tell me if my friend is de- dead," He nearly choked on the word dead, "and then you can take me back to where I belong. I would... would do it myself, but as you can see, I would likely not make it that... far on my own." All the hatred he felt for Armel's parents was churning in his gut. He thought that of there was anyone he would be willing to raise his paws against, it would be the King and Queen, and the siblings Armel had that imitated them.
Jonathan glanced at the older guards, the ones who were now in charge of him and the other apprentices. Sir Eetu left without giving them further orders, but it was clear from his tone that he did not wish for them to discuss Prince Armel's current condition. As a result, he couldn't make a move or say a word without expressed permission from someone higher ranked than Sir Eetu, but all the remaining guards were of the same rank. So he couldn't move or speak, and so he couldn't smack Miguel for all his begging and whining. What to do? What to do? Smack him and get scolded, or don't smack him and continue listening to his pathetic voice. Jonathan found himself in a bind. What was he supposed to do?
He glanced back at the guards, then at the other apprentices. The wind blew again, cold and unforgiving, much like his king and queen. The wind saw no justice or truth, it only blew cruelly— Arg, I'm a fool. A certified fool. Letting his jacket collar go, Jonathan ignored the order to move away from Miguel. He stared at the whimpering servant and then at long last spoke. "Sir Humbert rushed him to the infirmary. He's alive, last I heard, so stop your crying. It's embarrassing to watch." As soon as the last word left his mouth, a fist made contact with his skull and he was sent skidding across the snow.
His head throbbed near his temple. Jonathan counted his lucky stars that he wasn't dead, that all he got was a headache and his nose broken, again. But it was worth it. His mother's voice rang clear in his mind as he staggered to his feet and faced the guards and apprentices. 'He who does not yield to the wind of injustice or falsehoods. That is your name, my son,' that was what his mother had said when he was old enough to comprehend his surroundings. The name was as much a prayer as it was a desire for him to become someone who could be looked toward as a role model. "Is that all you got?" he shouted. "Is that all you got?!" "Is that all you got, what?" A growl behind him made Jonathan jump. It was one of the guards who had been with Sir Humbert before he ran below the ice to save Prince Armel. "What's going on?" The older male, older than Sir Eetu and thus outranked him. "I spoke to Miguel without permission about His Royal Highness' current condition," Jonathan admitted. The older bear gazed at him with speculation. "Sir Eetu ordered us to deliver Miguel to the kitchen. His tone implied not to share information with him." Jonathan's voice became tinier the more he spoke to the older bear. He thought for sure his words were lost in the wind, but he was surprised when the older bear turned to gaze at the other guards and the apprentices.
Shaking his head, the older bear sighed and rolled his shoulders. "Hum sent me via a messenger to check up on Miguel and how long it would take for him to arrive at the infirmary." Jonathan shivered and pulled his jacket collar closer to his body. Something was unsettling by the way the older bear spoke.
But he did not have the luxury to dwell on the matter because already the older bear had the other guards speaking to him in private, thus leaving the apprentices to their own devices. Jonathan rejoined the group. "What now?" One of the apprentices asked. Another shrugged. A third said, "Take him underground, for now."
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Bera
Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 5:00 pm
Miguel's eyes calmed with the news, and his whimpering stopped, turing to silence. Melly is alive. He would have tried to defend Jonathan if he could have, but in his current condition, all he could manage was a weak, "no, don't!" before the apprentice was knocked to the ground. Knocked down, just for letting a bear know if his friend was alive.
James was guarding the chambers outside the infirmary where the young cub was inside, with other guards and some apprentices. He heard a brief commotion, but didn't stir from his post. If the guards inside couldn't handle one very injured cub, they were not worthy of their post. He was only there to ensure the cub was returned to the kitchen and left there, far from the Prince, and then to report back.
Humbert had what could be considered a staring contest with Prince Armel after the brief moment where he didn't see the prince cry. (If he was asked, he would deny ever seeing a trace of emotion on Prince Armel's face.) They just remained silent and stared at one another. Until His Highness fell asleep. Exhaustion and hypothermia coupled with warm blankets would do that to any cub his age.
Hum waited a few minutes, making sure His Highness' breathing was even, which it was, before getting up and checking on the guards posted outside the infirmary. Prince Armel was soundly asleep and he trusted Dr. Sammi not to let anyone harm the sleeping prince. "How's it going, James? Any sign of Miguel? I'd have thought Sir Eetu's squadron would have brought him here by now." He had not checked on the kitchen cub, but from last night, he knew Miguel's injuries would be infected.
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Armel
Bera
Posted: Mon May 02, 2016 1:19 pm
James turned toward Humbert as he heard his pawsteps, and inclined his head slightly. "There was just a bunch of commotion in there, but it has quieted up now. I assume they cub was trying to give them trouble, but in his state they easily sorted it out." His head looked towards the door again. "But I don't know when is taking them so long to bring him back to the kitchen, Sir. Would you like me to handle it personally?"
Miguel rolled away from the guards to face the wall. He was disgusted with the lot of them, except for Jonathan.
Humbert raised an eyebrow, both surprised and concerned by what James said. He recalled giving no order to return Miguel to the kitchen. In fact, he could only recall being concerned about Prince Armel's condition than about Miguel. "James, who gave the order to return Miguel to the kitchen? He still needs medical attention." Humbert knew after spending the night injured and in a blizzard, Miguel would not be trouble. At least not too much trouble. And, aside from that, it would be simple to keep him and the prince separated.
Once all her predawn duties were complete, Annabelle rushed down to the infirmary, running alongside her cubs. She could tell by how agitated they were that each of them wished to see their two friends again. Daybreak passed, which meant they could meet with Miguel and Melly after their from the surface. It had taken all of her will-power not to rush to the surface herself and save her precious cubs.
However, as soon as they reached the infirmary, it was obvious that they had no chance in entering it. Guards were everywhere, so whether they wanted to see Miguel or Melly, Annabelle knew they would not be granted entry, not even if they were injured themselves. "Blasted. May the First curse them," she rumbled as she paced back and forth down the hall. She could feel the agitation coming off her cubs in waves, but they could do nothing until the guards were gone.
Eden
Armel
Bera
Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 10:37 pm
Confusion crossed James's face briefly at Humbert's words. "I believe it was Sir Eetu, but I can't say for sure, Sir. I assumed when he said so, he had the order from someone higher up." James hated being caught in this situation, he should have double checked his orders, not assumed them like some eager cub. "I shall see it it myself the Miguel isn't taken from the infirmary, unless you have other orders for me?"
[Ya'know...I've been reading over the last few posts, and I don't think we ever brought Miguel into the infirmary in the first place...I think he's supposed to still be on the surface of the ice.]
Humbert thought for a moment, staying James before he could leave. If Eetu was the one who ordered Miguel to be returned to the kitchen instead of the infirmary to receive medical treatment, Hum could only believe one of two bears would give those orders: The commander and Her Majesty. His Majesty would not have the inkling to consider the consequences after the punishment, but Her Majesty would. "James, keep Miguel in the infirmary until I sort this matter out."
He furrowed his eyebrows as he thought of his course of action. He couldn't speak to Eetu because he was Her Majesty's loyal servant. Eetu enjoyed the games the royal family played and enjoyed being able to play those games. He liked the status of being one of Her Majesty's favorites brought to him, like so many other guards. No, Hum had to speak with the commander. He was sure to get an answer. "Be sure to allow Dr. Sammi to treat Miguel, and let that maid and her cubs in to the infirmary. If she paces the hall any longer, she'll wear it down until we can see the ocean." Hum gestured to the large maid down the hall, who had arrived not five minutes ago. She was on edge. Agitated. Restless. It took several moments before her name came to mind. Annabelle. She was the one Prince Armel sometimes followed around on her daily rounds. She was also the mother of the cub, Dmitri, who accompanied His Highness this morning and caused the disturbance. She was a large and intimidating bear. He thought she could have made a fine guard if she tried.
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Bera
Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 8:56 pm
[Oops, that's quite possible. Oh well, we'll roll with it. ]
"Yes, Sir." James inclined his head again, and then turned to the female servant who was gathered with her cubs, pacing back and forth. He didn't know who she was, or why he should allow her and her cubs into the room, but orders were orders. Maybe Miguel knew the cubs?
"You, Miss!" He called to her from where he stood by the door. She was quiet a well built bear her noticed with a mild surprise, not very much shaped like a maid, and quite beautiful at that. "You can go in and see Miguel, if that is what you are waiting for. But not for too long, mind. He's still not well and needs rest." He stepped away from the door to permit them in, which calling into the infirmary. "Visitors are coming in. Make sure you're descent."
Miguel perked up at the guard's voice announcing visitors. Would it be the King and Queen, coming to dispence more 'justice' upon him? Perhaps he hadn't suffered enough for their liking? Or a friend? Whoever it was, he spun so he could face them. He wasn't going to look a coward, even if he was so stiff with fear he didn't even shake.
Annabelle glowered at the guard, Sir James, and bit back the urge to snap at him. Did he think she was a fool? Of course she knew Miguel was unwell and needed rest. What idiot didn't know that? Obviously, it was Sir James. She doubted he even knew her name. He probably didn't, or else he would have addressed her by her name.
Shouldering passed the guard, who was tiny in comparison to herself, Annabelle walked into the infirmary and stopped in the doorway, wily smiled, glanced at Sir James, and then continued walking. Her cubs did the same, obviously as amused as she was.
Eden sat in Sammi's swivel chair, legs daintily crossed, and sipped a cup of Earl Gray. The carnage in front of her was amusing to say the least. Sammi, pissed off, and a bunch of guards lying on the ground and the apprentice guards cowering in the corner. A few pressure points, and the guards were out for the count. It was their punishment for causing trouble in her infirmary, especially after she already treated someone for an injury, like Johnny boy. It was one thing to walk in already injured to her infirmary; it was another to cause an injury or undo her work in her presence. The little apprentice doctors, a.k.a. the nurses, were tending to little Jonathan and Armel.
Eden doubted the kitchen bear, Miguel, or Armel knew what was happening on the other side of the curtains. Eden certainly wouldn't, not if she didn't know how frightening Sammi could be. So she just sipped some tea she made for herself and offered some to the she-bear and her three cubs as they walked into the infirmary. "Welcome to the Battle Royale Infirmary. Currently, our champ. Dr. Sammi, daughter of Gunhild and Vidar, reigns undefeated. Care to challenge her? Also, tea?" Outwardly, none of them appeared injured. It was likely they all had suffered some sort of head trauma or were suffering from a mental illness. However, Eden would bet rank that this was a social visit."Thank you, but my cubs and I must decline. We are here to see A bear with a big family and yet none and His Highness." "Oooh, how do I know you four aren't here using such a ruse to assassinate my precious baby brother?" "Because Her Majesty would be more clever than that; and His Majesty would just eat His Highness. And you care not for His Highness. Angering Their Majesties is simply an amusing pastime for Your Highness—Ah, His Highness is behind the curtain to the left, in the very back. A bear with a big family and yet none is to the far right."Eden was impressed the mother bear could smell and differentiate between all the clashing smells in the infirmary. She could hardly smell anything with Jonathan's bloody nose mucking up the cold air. Reclining in her chair, Eden saluted the mother bear and her cubs with her cup of tea as they split up to visit the sick and injured. The mother cub and her son went to Armel. One of her daughters went to Jonathan. He's probably an unexpected stop...and it looks like the way Johnny boy's gaze has darkened, he doesn't like this she-cub. "Justine, keep a meter away from him!"hollered Sammi was she hauled one of the guards on the infirmary bunk beds, for those who wished to sleep off headaches and simply get out of work. "I ain't touchin'im—Wait, why am I being singled out here?!" "Because you were the one who broke his nose in the first place." "With what proof?" "The grapevine!" "Humph!"
Eden nearly fell out of her chair laughing. This was why she loved Sammi so much. Now, if only she could seduce to good doctor, it would make the day perfect.
Armel cracked open his eyes, his vision hazy and his head fuzzy. He felt sleep trying to pull him back and he wanted to be pulled, but all the yelling on the other side of his curtain kept him awake. It took Armel a minute or two before he remembered what happened. Yet he couldn't help laughing, quietly, to himself, and crying. The entire situation was insane, and it was all his fault.
However, beyond his bed were bears just as insane. It was Justine. She was here, and the two silhouettes on the other side of his curtains could only be Annabelle and Dmitri. And he could bet Collette was here, too. Which meant he was Melly now, not Prince Armel."Hey..."he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse for whatever reason, when Annabelle poked her head through the curtains. "Hello, my little sunshine. I've missed you so,"whispered Annabelle as she nuzzled him with her muzzle. Dmitri rested his head at the foot of his bed. Sir Humbert certainly would not approve of this. Their Majesties would forbid this. Armel couldn't care less at the moment because he felt something surge in his chest when Annabelle and Dmitri looked at him. He wondered how long he had left to feel like this. How many more bears he would hurt because he was so selfish. How many more bears would die.They would be safer staying away from me, but they are insane.Melly tightly wrapped his arms around Annabelle's long neck and let her pull him out of bed. She carefully wrapped him in her arms and held him against her chest, just as she would if she was nursing a cub. Her coarse, thick fur was uncomfortable, but to Melly, being held against her chest was the warmest, most comfortable place in the world. And with Dmika resting beside them and Annabelle now humming a lullaby, he didn't care for much as he drifted back to sleep.
Collette approached Miguel, unguarded because of the mess Dr. Sammi made. It took all her might not to grimace when she saw Miguel's injuries, but she hadn't thought they would be so bad. "Still...could be worse," she mumbled to herself as she sat herself down in front of Miguel. "We were real worried about you, Miguel, but I'm glad to see your injuries aren't as bad as they were last night." Sighing, she tried to find what made him Justine's favorite bear, but couldn't quite see it. She agreed that he was sweet, kind, and handsome, but he was too oblivious sometimes and maybe was in denial about certain things. Still, she could only hope her sister found a new favorite bear because, in their family, the females did not take on mates. What was the point when any noble could take them at any moment. It was best to not hold onto affections for too long, not even after they secured the position of most favored mistress to a noble. "Dr. Sammi is impressive. You can't see it, but your barely bleeding. Looks like some of your scabs were opened up on your trip down here, but otherwise, you should heal without much, if any, scarring." "What're you rambling on about—Oh First, A bear with a big family and yet none..." Justine's typically sharp gaze went soft when she spotted Miguel. She was so worried before to the point where she didn't speak much, but now she was even worse. She went completely silent. "Well, you did say it was better than it would have been if Princess Petal blossoms fall before her paws hadn't made Healer Raging Hailstorm treat him, right?" Collette huffed as Justine didn't even bother answering.
Shaking her head, Collette hip-bumped Justine, breaking her sister's trance."How's He who does not yield to the wind of injustice or falsehoods doing?Ya'didn't break anything, right?"
Now it was Justine's turn to huff. Why did everyone think she just went around breaking noses and other body parts? It was one time, and Jonathan rightly deserved it. He shouldn't even have a name like He who does not yield to the wind of injustice or falsehoods. He was injustice at its finest with how he treated Melly. "He's fine. A little worse for wear. Seems like he told A bear with a big family and yet none that Sunshine was alive, against orders." "We have hope for him yet." "Don't hold your breath." "Never."
Humbert waited for a brief moment, then left the infirmary in the care of James and the other guards. He doubted Annabelle and her cubs would cause trouble in the infirmary, and he felt confident knowing the guards and apprentices he had trained could handle them if they did get out of paw. They could handle anything that came their way.
Truthfully, he was more worried about himself than anyone else. He felt confident the commander had not given out the order to send Miguel to the kitchen without being examined and treated by Dr. Sammi. The commander would know who send out the order if it had come from those more powerful than him. It was likely Sir Eetu gave out the order on his own, doing what he thought Her Majesty would like, which meant Hum could override the order. Still, Humbert wanted to be certain beyond a doubt before making his next move.
When he arrived at the commander's office and living quarters, a place separate from the barracks of the guards, Humbert noticed the door was slightly ajar. A single beam of light lit the dim hallway and faint laughter could be heard from within. As he edged closer to the door, the laughter became clearer, as did his sense of defeat. Hum knew who those voices belonged to. A brief glance through the doorway confirmed what he feared and should have known from the beginning. Why did he think the commander would be a bear of integrity, strength, honor, and maybe even bravery, when the scene on the other side of the door proved him wrong? His father always placed high trust in the current commander, enough to recommend him the rank upon his retirement.
But Humbert should have known better than to trust his father. Hum came from a bear who tried a dozen and one times to have a son with as many she-bears as he could, but only managed to have daughters. It was only thanks to a noble that his father got his much desired son. His father wasn't an honorable bear. Maybe as a guard, but overall character should have told him the obvious truth.
A soft sigh of defeat passed through him as he retreated back to the infirmary. Clearly the commander was busy, so he could not inquire about the orders. As such, it left him no other option, but to allow Miguel to remain in the infirmary until all uncertainties and doubts were cleared. What a pity for him and the other guards.
Bera
Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 1:21 pm
Miguel listened to Collette talking silently, and then turned his face to Justine when she arrive, and listened to them talk. Suddenly he burst out laughing, wincing each time he did and trying to force the laughter away as it really hurt. "Ha ha, gosh I- I thought yesterday I might never hear- Ouch! -you all talk again!"
After a few seconds, he finally managed to get his laughter to quiet, though he was still so happy to be back with his family. "I could be macho and tell you it doesn't hurt, but that would be a lie. Still, I think Melly might be hurting more then me, inside at least." His eyes flickered over to where Armel's bed was, and back. "How can someone's own flesh and blood be so cruel..."
He looked up at mid sentence at Justine when a flash of memory hit him. Her fur laying against his, soft words, and her scent... had she been with him? Before? "Justine... were you...?" He trained off, confused by his own memories. Had he been delirious? And if so, why would he have thought of-
He felt his pelt heating up, as he hear himself speaking in a memory;
"I'm in love with... Justine..."
He looked up at her, eyes bulging and mouth hanging open like a fish. He hadn't realized it before, but he knew it was true, and he could not un-know it now. He had loved her for a long time.
