Navaeh was thinking of Rowan again tonight. Rowan was an exotic warrior.
They never got to know each other well enough. He was an orphan boy with golden hair just like hers and big green eyes.
When he was adopted by the general of Onnille and made him one of the most important members of the army and the whole kingdom. But later he was accused of assassination attempt against the king.
Some, of course, said that the king was jealous of him because the queen showed more interest in the young warrior than in her lawful husband. And so he found a way to get rid of it.
Navaeh walked to the balcony and worried about her quiet environment. Her golden hair fluttered in the gentle air and her golden eyes had a familiar glow under the moonlight.
It has been seven years since he saw Rowan practice with his sword. Now she was old. She was approaching forty-five years of age and Rowan would be twenty three. As for her husband. The king died of a serious illness about two years later outside Rowan.
But there was something that tormented her for years now. Something she never dared to say to anyone. A secret she had vowed to admit only when she saw Rowan again. Having a hope that this moment would never come.
She has always loved the enchanting Onnille with its tree-lined landscape. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lonely.
Then she saw something in the background, or rather someone. Shee could see the figure of Rowan.
Navaeh was surprised. She looked thoughtfully. It was a creepy look. His hair was full of dirt that looked dark from her tall balcony. He seemed more confident than ever. Of course he was only sixteen years old when he was exiled.
Sixteen may sound a little, but the king's suspicion did not let him sleep.
Her friends saw her as a beloved queen. Once, he even helped a poor old woman to cross the street.
But not even a caring human being who once helped a simple lady cross the street was not prepared for what was to happen today.
The moon shone as if it were his last night. Navaeh picked up a white flower that had scattered near the edge of her balcony. She rubs it between her fingers.
As Navaeh was out and Rowan approached, she could see the petite smile on his face. He stopped the pole he had just stolen from the gatekeepers and went down at a fast pace.
The queen turned her back on him and with a cool face approached her bedroom. She did not close the window of the room or shout at the guards. She showed no sign of fear or anxiety.
Rowan climbed onto her balcony. It was not long before he saw her sitting quietly on the well-made bed, he immediately drew his sword and turned it against her.
"Long time no see, my queen", he spoke, in a cool tone. Navaeh looked at him, with a pure smile and nodded in response. She turned her gaze to the white flower she was still typing.
They looked at each other with non-existent emotions.
Navaeh studied Rowan's dirty blonde hair and dark green eyes. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke. "You changed...", she confessed, in affectionate tones.
Rowan looked strong but his body was raw as if awake. "We all changed, Navaeh," he made his own remark.
Navaeh could really hear Rowan's body falling apart.
The loss of respect bothered her in his words but she could not disagree with him. She got up from her velvet bed and approached the short table in her room while the sword did not stop following her.
She leaned over to put a cup of tea that had been brought to her room an hour ago. "Rowan, you must listen to me" her tone became more serious "I am your mother"
He laughed.
"You know that's not true, Navaeh, my parents died in a dilemma when I was little." It was her turn to smile this time. She drank some of her tea.
The truth is that this story is not one of the many we tell to children. His father did die then but Navaeh managed to survive.
"My dear, I understand that it may be difficult for you but you must listen to me--" She did not have time to finish her proposal when the cup fell to the ground with her.
The one above her with his sword nailed to her chest. Her blood stained her expensive nightgown which now had a ruby red color under the soft light of her window.
"Goodbye, mother" were the last words he heard from his lips.
THE END
