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until everything was in pieces did he stop. Bewildered by his own action he forced the beast back below the surface into the innermost corner of his being. He needed a while for the roaring of his blood in his ears to subside and for his breathing and his heartbeat to become calmer.
Merlon looked at the completely destroyed room and sighed. What should he do? Run after her? In frustration he shook his head. It was not as if he had given her a reason to run away from him. They had had an unbelievably beautiful time together and he was certain that he had in no way pressured or frightened her. She had been willing and passionate. Why she was now suddenly running away from him was a mystery to him. It could only mean that he did not mean half as much to her as she to him. He had clearly misunderstood what was happening between them.
“Damn it!” he growled, full of angry despair. “Damned women!”
Merlon immaterialised and a moment later he was standing in his bedroom in the palace of Amarantus.
“Your Highness. It is my unpleasant task to t…”
Groaning, Merlon turned round and interrupted the dwarf’s speech, irritated.
“I know Axelous. It’s forbidden to materialise or to immaterialise in the palace. Paragraph 5 section 4b of the palace rules.”
“Quite right, Your Highness. If you would please follow me.”
Merlon gritted his teeth, but said nothing more as he followed the dwarf through the palace to the dungeon. With stoic acceptance he marched past Alexous into the cell and watched the Master of Ceremonies bolt the heavy lock on the cage door.
Angry with himself, he fell onto the wooden bench and lay on his back, his hands under his head. It was his fault. How could he forget these stupid rules that had been hammered into him ever since he had been able to string three words together? He really was in a mess because of Cherry leaving. He could think of no other reason for him not to bear in mind that all magic was strictly forbidden in the palace. That was a rule that did not even exclude the members of the royal family.
Merlon woke up when he heard his cell door being unlocked. He sat up quickly. The pain in his limbs made him groan a little. He felt exhausted. How long had he slept?
“Good morning, son,” sounded the concerned voice of his mother.
Queen Molwina looked at him, worried.
“Good morning, mother,” he mumbled uncomfortably.
He was glad that it was not his father visiting him here. King Assgard would definitely give him a proper scolding.
“I asked for a royal pardon and have been able to convince the king that your injuries and difficult recovery must have led to you forgetting yourself. He has agreed to pardon you. You can come with me now and thank your father.”
“Thank you, mother.”
He raised himself with difficulty and swayed a little. He must have slept for a long time to be this weak.
“Are you OK, son?” asked Queen Molwina gently.
“I’m OK. Just a little weak. I’ll be OK once I’ve had something to eat.”
“Once you’ve thanked your father you can strengthen yourself with a hearty breakfast. Come now!”
Relieved at being able to leave the cold and uncomfortable cell, Merlon followed his mother out.
***
King Assgard was sitting on his throne, looking tense, as Merlon entered the hall with his mother. Queen Molwina hurried to her husband’s side and took up her place on her throne. Merlon realised that most of the council was present to witness his humiliation. Some of those present would very much enjoy the spectacle. Well, let them! What could be worse than losing the only woman that had ever conquered his heart? His life was torture anyway without Cherry at his side.
He walked across the hall, his expression grim. Every step resounded in the silence of the enormous hall. The walk seemed endless - mainly because he knew that all eyes were directed at him. When he finally stopped in front of his father’s throne he prepared himself for the
Merlon looked at the completely destroyed room and sighed. What should he do? Run after her? In frustration he shook his head. It was not as if he had given her a reason to run away from him. They had had an unbelievably beautiful time together and he was certain that he had in no way pressured or frightened her. She had been willing and passionate. Why she was now suddenly running away from him was a mystery to him. It could only mean that he did not mean half as much to her as she to him. He had clearly misunderstood what was happening between them.
“Damn it!” he growled, full of angry despair. “Damned women!”
Merlon immaterialised and a moment later he was standing in his bedroom in the palace of Amarantus.
“Your Highness. It is my unpleasant task to t…”
Groaning, Merlon turned round and interrupted the dwarf’s speech, irritated.
“I know Axelous. It’s forbidden to materialise or to immaterialise in the palace. Paragraph 5 section 4b of the palace rules.”
“Quite right, Your Highness. If you would please follow me.”
Merlon gritted his teeth, but said nothing more as he followed the dwarf through the palace to the dungeon. With stoic acceptance he marched past Alexous into the cell and watched the Master of Ceremonies bolt the heavy lock on the cage door.
Angry with himself, he fell onto the wooden bench and lay on his back, his hands under his head. It was his fault. How could he forget these stupid rules that had been hammered into him ever since he had been able to string three words together? He really was in a mess because of Cherry leaving. He could think of no other reason for him not to bear in mind that all magic was strictly forbidden in the palace. That was a rule that did not even exclude the members of the royal family.
Merlon woke up when he heard his cell door being unlocked. He sat up quickly. The pain in his limbs made him groan a little. He felt exhausted. How long had he slept?
“Good morning, son,” sounded the concerned voice of his mother.
Queen Molwina looked at him, worried.
“Good morning, mother,” he mumbled uncomfortably.
He was glad that it was not his father visiting him here. King Assgard would definitely give him a proper scolding.
“I asked for a royal pardon and have been able to convince the king that your injuries and difficult recovery must have led to you forgetting yourself. He has agreed to pardon you. You can come with me now and thank your father.”
“Thank you, mother.”
He raised himself with difficulty and swayed a little. He must have slept for a long time to be this weak.
“Are you OK, son?” asked Queen Molwina gently.
“I’m OK. Just a little weak. I’ll be OK once I’ve had something to eat.”
“Once you’ve thanked your father you can strengthen yourself with a hearty breakfast. Come now!”
Relieved at being able to leave the cold and uncomfortable cell, Merlon followed his mother out.
***
King Assgard was sitting on his throne, looking tense, as Merlon entered the hall with his mother. Queen Molwina hurried to her husband’s side and took up her place on her throne. Merlon realised that most of the council was present to witness his humiliation. Some of those present would very much enjoy the spectacle. Well, let them! What could be worse than losing the only woman that had ever conquered his heart? His life was torture anyway without Cherry at his side.
He walked across the hall, his expression grim. Every step resounded in the silence of the enormous hall. The walk seemed endless - mainly because he knew that all eyes were directed at him. When he finally stopped in front of his father’s throne he prepared himself for the
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