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Inkendings- A Death with Life

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     It was springtime in the Inkworld. The flowers were blossoming; the fairies danced and sprinkled their dust on the cave decorated by the robbers. The Black Prince and the Black Princess are getting married this afternoon!
     Some of the women were inside the Princess' tent while the men was with the Black Prince in the other tent, talking the time away.
     "What are you going to name your baby?" Roxane asked the Black Princess. Yes, she was pregnant but only four months old.
     She placed her hand on her belly and and with her thumb, she wrote the letter S. "He says it should start with the letter S. He likes that letter. So curvy and it has a funny sound." she said.
     "The Black Prince knows how to read?" Resa asked.
     The Princess smiled and said, "When he couldn't sleep, I write letters of fire and teach him the characters."
     "Be the Black Princess be needing flowers?" Doria came inside the tent to ask. "I'll pick thee thy fresh white roses to be found."
     "But she's a fire-eater! She would prefer fiery flowers!" Farid came inside the tent as well.
     The two boys must be showing off again; Meggie was in the tent.
     But the Princess rubbed her hands together and whispered some words of fire. Two rings rested on her palm.
     "Now, you two are going to offer these." She gave them one each and sent them away. They went away but without hitting each others' shoulders.
     "Heavens above, those boys are so besotted with your daughter, Resa!" Elinor said. Meggie just blushed.
     Outside, the birds were singing in harmony even if they had a different song to sing.
     "That must be the call," said Roxane. "The wedding will start soon."


     The Black Princess walked the aisle that was sprinkled with red petals. All eyes were on her and she returned their gazes with a smile. Everyone was dressed well; Violante is so kind! She looked down on her own gown. She wished it wasn't white. She had requested the seamstress who made it to make the fabric black. But the seamstress shook her a no and said, "What is this gown for? A funeral?" When had black been a color of the dead?
     Her groom was at the other side of the aisle, waiting. He looked very happy. You just had to look at that smile as if it was pasted on his dark face. And his eyes even showed how happy he was.
     The priest cleared the throat and started the sermon.



     Violante had not come to the wedding celebration. But she had sent some horses (and a carriage for the newly-wedded couple) to bring them to the castle. The two were just talking the time away.
     "What would you like to have? A daughter or a son?" she asked him.
     He shrugged. "I never thought that this day would come. But I think having a daughter is wonderful. And let's hope that it'll look like her pretty mother."
     "Then let's think of a girl's name for a while."
     Then, they were silent.
     "Sylvia?" she suggested. The Prince just raised an eye brow.
     "Susan?" he said. She frowned.
     "Selina?"
     "Sabella?"
     "Samantha?"
     "Sam?"
     "Stella?"
     "Sonia?"
     "I've got it!" she exclaimed.
     "Sofia!" they cried in unison. They had the same idea in their head.
     She smiled and rubbed her stomach as if she was rubbing the baby's head.
     "I've read in books that Sofia means wisdom." she told him.
     "Ah, but our child will be wise!" he replied.
     He held her soft hands and stroked it. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Both of them had fallen asleep.  



     The scrumptious food filled the long dinning table. Everyone was happy; they even ate as they talked. They've never have been into a feast like this before.
     Violante went into the kitchen. Some maids were stirring the juice and the others were getting glasses to put the wine in to be served to the men.
     "What is that?" Violante pointed to the jug of juice. But before the maid could answer her, she said, "There's something inside. Let me inspect it for a moment. Go on, served more wine to the men!" Then Violante was left alone.
     From out of her black cloak, she produced a bottle with a sticker of a skull on it. 'Twas poison. She poured all the contents of the bottle in the jar of juice.
     "What is that?" Jacopo, who was now behind her mother, asked. She quickly put the bottle inside her pocket.
     "What is that? What are you doing?" he asked once more. "I thought I saw you... Can I have some?"
     "No!"
     Jacopo casted a puzzled look at her mother, then left the kitchen. Violante got a glass and started to pour the juice in it. She will now served it to the Black Princess.
     "Please taste this juice, my dear. I made it myself and I would like you to be the first to taste it." Violante handed the juice to the Black Princess.
     "I'd be honored, my queen." she took the glass.
     "NO! Don't drink that!"
     A shrill voice said and Jacopo quickly pushed the glass of juice that the Black Princess held. He did not care if it was smashed into bits. But it had been too late. The Princess had drank the half of the juice.
     Then she fell from her chair but the Prince caught her in time. Jacopo held the bottle of poison as high as his arms could.
     "My mother poisoned the Black Lady!" he announced.
     "What are you talking about?"
     "It was her!" He pointed a finger at Violante who turned pale.
     "This bottle dropped from her pocket and I knew I saw her pouring poison on her juice!'
      Violante put her hand in her pocket. But the bottle Jacopo held in his hands was the bottle she had used. Then she felt the hole in her pocket. It was large enough for the bottle to slip in.
     "You killed her," The black Prince held his wife in his arms. "You killed her! And she's having a baby! Have you got no heart?" The tears fell on his dark face.
     "Pregnant?" she sounded surprised. No, she never did want to be a murderer of a child.
     Have you got no heart?...His voice was ringing in his ears.
     "I didn't knew that. I'm so sorry." And she meant it. Her idea of killing the Princess sprouted because she wanted to have the Black Prince. Now, it was clear to her that she was meant to play this part; the widow, the unhappy child.
     "I know how to preserve the body even when the soul is long gone." said Roxane, a tear was on her cheek. Dustfinger wiped it.
     "Good, but even though, my wife would never come back from the dead anymore than my daughter will." Then he put his hand on her cold ears as two White Women appeared in the hall.



     Who were those two calling her? Their faces were pale and blurry.
     "Black Princess," they called. "Time to go."
     Then she reached out to them but warm hands held hers. She looked up to see his dark tear-stained face.
     "I love you," let them be her last words to him.
     And with the last ounce of her strength, she removed his hands and listened to the calling of the daughters of Death. They soon took her away.
     
     The Black Princess was strolling around the place as if she had come home.
     "Hello, Black Princess. You look as if you're enjoying in my realm." said a bird with  a red breast. It had a voice of a woman. It was perched on a tree she was just resting in the shade a while ago.
     "How do you know my name? And what kind of kingdom is this?" she asked.
     "This is the realm of Death." she plainly said.
     "But how come I feel like I've been here before? I'm sure I haven't died twice."
     Then the bird turned into a shape of a woman that looked like her. "Do you remember Martin?" she asked.
     "He's my creator; my master." the Black princess replied.
     "Remember the day he created you?"
     She nodded.
     "I died. I died because I loved him so. He wanted a fire-eater so badly that I sacrificed my life."
     "Then you're Cecil. Martin's wife."
     The woman changed back to the shape of a bird. "You had a borrowed life," the bird explained. "And it has made you a part of the living and part of the dead."
     "Living dead..." she muttered. Three White Women appeared behind her and said, "Come, we must wash your heart now."
     "Wait, I'm not ready to be a part of your world yet." she said.
     "Oh no? But I thought you were at home in here."
     "Yes, I do. But I've brought someone else along." she placed her hand on her belly as if the bird could already see the child.
     "My baby, she's just four months old. Please, spare her life!"
     "How? And when its mother's dead?"
     "You have the power to! I know you do!"
     "So, I do. But its your time, Black Princess. Remember: you followed my servants of your own free will."
     "Yes, I did. But the baby didn't want me so. And if the baby could walk away from where it is now, it would have done just that. And Violante wanted to kill me. She didn't know the baby with me. If she knew that, she would have never killed me."
     The bird fell silent as if it was actually thinking.
     "You're quite clever, Prince's wife. And since you've made a point, I will let your daughter live. But how will your husband know?"
     The Princess had already planned how to.
     "I will meet my husband in his dreams when your daughters take me to the river."
     "A very clever girl you are."
This is the 3rd part of the Inkendings story.
Here are the other parts:
(first story) [link]
(second story) [link]
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