My Inspired Fantasy

DOREY II     Days had been cloudy and unfriendly for her. Her nights were vigilant and jittery. Every night she would stand by the window and watch the stars. She would imagine familiar faces by joining them, lost in her rigid memories and the certain firm desire to live the memories again. Her father, mother and brothers - they would be smiling upon her from the sky. Ofttimes the comfy bed would feel hard and she would start kicking the sheets in fret. She had not slept the way she used to sleep in the Palace of Venk, not since she had escaped her home and had left her loved ones. Alphaville was not her home, it was her shelter. Shelter could never provide the comfort and relief.    Perhaps, it was the unpleasant reaction of the Bitter Queen which didn't seem appropriate when Dorey had confessed her reason of arrival at the feast hall. She was dizzy by the excessive amount of wine she had drunk. The Queen did not say a word about the war, they kept talking about Lords and Lad

MISAE III     Misae Rosewatcher did not know what she should express on her face, her sister was widowed. Her council had had a great loss. Roselands was mourning for Lord Garlan Moonhills. Her niece and nephew !What would those innocent children be going through ? How Shannon would be dealing with strangers in the Glass Palace ?All these thoughts kept her distraught. Somehow she had sent her inprudent daughter to Mistress Meera so that she could teach her some decency. This gave her a kind of relief. The King had returned to the capital along with his wounded and weary men after the hunt. She did not care about those men, about their wounds or about the cause. She was glad that her husband was safe.     Ser Rickard appeared on her way. "Your Grace", he bowed to show respect. "Ser Rickard ! What is your king busy with?", she asked.    "The new representative will be joining us soon. Lady Katrina Florence ! I'm sure Lady Moonhills has written to you a

SHANNON I        "The gown looks comfortable with its embroidery and thread work, probably made up of the Pearlish silk and High Flora's velvet. Oh! But it hurts. The clothing will make scratches under my sleeve", Shannon thought finding it hard to hold Aerys's hand.     They had been walking for hours, yet the garden was not likely to end. Breezes from the Queen's Bay were running throughout the unending garden carrying the scent of roses, lilac, lavender and many flowers that Shannon had been inspecting with Aerys. The boundaries were far away from the point they were standing on. The sun had begun to be sharp and its rays were burning Shannon's face.        Shannon wanted some shade, but the big shaddy trees are on the other side of the garden and it would take a long enough time to reach their. The closest shady thing was the walls of Glass Palace. He wanted to go in. He looked at Aerys, she was delighted with the pleasant atmosphere. The songs of the b