The Story Of Sir Carnell

Countess Aurelia crumpled up her paper and tossed it in a pile of other balls of paper that had piled up over the past few days.

She banged her head against her desk. She’d watched Sir Carnell for weeks on end, yet she couldn’t write a simple poem about him. Every time she wrote one word, it wasn’t good enough. It didn’t sound right, didn’t describe him right.

But there was something about him that compelled her to keep trying, and poetry was what she was best at.

Aurelia stood and grabbed her stylus and wax tablet from her bedside table. She left her chamber and headed straight into the courtyard.

She found Sir Carnell posted in front of the stables. He stood so still that one might think he’d froze to death. Even with the …show more content…

There were footsteps behind Aurelia. She turned to find that a knight had come in.

“Uh, Sir Carnell, his highness needs you,” said the knight.

Aurelia heaved a sigh.

Sir Carnell nodded and all three of them left the stables. The knight took Sir Carnell’s post while Sir Carnell headed for the keep.

Aurelia followed him across the bridge. They went into the keep then into the hall. Sir Carnell went to the dais where the King and Queen sat. Aurelia took a seat at the small table that was set up below.

Sir Carnell looked up at his king. “Yes, your highness?”

Respectful? Aurelia carved the word into her tablet, though it left a bad taste in her mouth.

“You’re coming with me,” said Richard. He stood and descended the steps.

Special? Aurelia lifted her stylus to write, but stopped. ‘Special’ was too general.

Queen Fayre waved at Aurelia. “Hi, Aurelia! Did you write something?”

“Aurelia?” said Richard. He leaned on the table. “Didn’t notice you come in.”

Aurelia smiled at him and slid her tablet off the table and into her lap. She looked up at Fayre. “Uh, not yet. I’m still thinking.”

“Alright,” said Fayre. “Good luck.” She looked to Richard. “Richard, what color do you think I look best in?”

Richard stayed silent for a moment. “Eh, white?”

Fayre rolled her eyes. “No I don’t. That’ll blend into my skin. You know what? Nevermind.” She looked to Sir Carnell. “Sir Carnell, what color do you think I look best in?”

“Any color?”