Novel Square
Travelling To Jora City
At Maridonna’s kingdom, the ten princes of Maridonna’s kingdom stood before the great emperor of the kingdom. They trembled in fear and had their head lowered in shame. Lined up in the left roles were the council members and lined up in the right row were the overlords of cities. The atmosphere were tensed and everyone present steadied their breath as they were scared to even breath.
“How shameful!” The emperor stated. “Not only could you not get Ragnar Marshall, we even lost our spy, Brigitta. That woman tricked us. Yet, I had the opportunity to kill her but you… You, Guthred told me to pardon and use her.” He added in fury, “you couldn’t even produce even one of her babies. I have never been dissapointed as I am right now.”
The emperor was boiling in anger, “Ragnar Marshall isn’t the governor of any state, he’s not a president of anywhere, neither is he a king nor an emperor, he holds no political position. He’s just a random citizen with soldiers yet he defeated us in battle.”
Everywhere remained quiet as though this was a graveyard, only the emperor’s voice thundered through the chamber. “Sons, I’ve never felt humiliated as I am right now. We’ve won against countries, against kingdoms yet we couldn’t win over a simple individual?”
The emperor kept mute for a while then he spoke, “Sons, this throne will pass on to whoever can bring me Ragnar Marshall, Brigitta and their six kids.”
The ten princes were shocked at the emperor’s declaration, apart from Guthred who was the first born, the other princes had always thought that only Guthred deserves the throne as he was the first born but now it seems that they all have equal access to the throne. All that any of them needed to do was to produce the heads of Ragnar and his family.
After a few more speech from the emperor, he dismissed the ten princes.
For another ten years, Ragnar Marshall continued to live a happy ever after in England with Brigitta and the six kids. They had all forgotten their troubles as though it never even existed. Apart from their personal security, England offers them a premium security. For good ten years, neither of the ten princes of Maridonna could find Ragnar Marshall nor his family.
The five little kids of those days were now twenty one years old. Rome, Henley, Chester and Maynard had grown to become very big and tall, just like their father. They were now in college. Birdie, the only girl amongst them had also grown to become a ‘woman.’ The children had flourished excellently in their academics.
Today, Birdie came from college unexpectedly and when Brigitta saw her, she was surprised. Birdie was supposed to be in her dormitory in college since it’s not yet holiday period, why is she here? Brigitta wondered.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
“Birdie, are you fine?” Brigitta walked up to her. After they had exchanged hug, Birdie sat, “mom, we are going on an excursion.”
“Oh, you could have just told me that on phone.”
“I know you wouldn’t want me to go but mom, my birthday is in three days. And that same next month, we will be on excursion which is a good thing for me. I’ll be able to have fun all I want,” Birdie said.
“Why won’t I let you go for excursion? Have I ever stopped you from going before?” Brigitta asked, surprised.
“Mom, we are going to Jora.” She added, “Jora City, the tallest building in the world is there and I can’t wait to see it.”
“You say what?” Brigitta furrowed her brow in shock. “Jora City for excursion? I’m sorry, no.”
“Yes, mom. I’ll go. That’s why I had to come home to tell you. I could have gone without letting you know, so?”
Brigitta stood and went to sit beside her, “dear, you know how unsafe Jora is for us, right? You may be young then but you must remember that we ran away from Jora City cause of the too many enemies we had around. Many people wants to kill us there.”
“Nobody wants to kill us in Jora. Those that wants to kill us are the Maridonnan people and I don’t think they will still be searching for you by now. Ten years had passed, mom.” Birdie said.
“Birdie, it’s just an excursion …”
“To you.” She chirped, “that is where I want to celebrate my birthday.” She quickly held her mom’s right palm, “mom, I promise you that nothing will happen to me. I’ll be fine. It’s just a three days excursion, will anyone even recognize me? I’ve grown to become a big girl.”
Brigitta sighed, seeing her daughter’s determination, she knew she would not be able to stop her.
Later in the day, Ragnar Marshall appeared home. He looked a bit tired and stressed and was heading straight to his room to shower.
“Ragnar,” Brigitta called and he turned. “When you are done, I have something to tell you as regarding Birdie, she came home this morning.”
Ragnar walked up to her and said calmly, “go on.”
Brigitta explained all that Birdie came to say, “since it means so much to her, we can’t stop her. But I’ll tell Beocca and Ottar to ensure she’s well protected over there.”
Brigitta nodded and sighed. When Ragnar Marshall saw the look of fear on her face, he pulled her closer to himself and said, “don’t be scared, okay? Birdie will be fine.”
Brigitta sighed, placing her head on his chest. Ragnar had been nothing but a good husband to her since they moved to England. He had been so caring and loving. She had never expected that the cold hearted and feared Ragnar Marshall can soften up towards her. Even till now, she can tell that his love for her is strong. Ragnar Marshall still had no idea that the kids belong to him so he had tried hard over the years for Brigitta to have another baby but she hadn’t got pregnant.
Brigitta could have told him the truth about the kids but she herself had a loss of memory that she’s yet to recover from even until now. To her, she didn’t know whom the father of the kids is but she didn’t mind anymore, Ragnar Marshall has proven to be capable of being a good father for her kids.
It’s just that it hurts her sometimes that no matter how much they had sex, she wouldn’t conceive. She already had five kids so obviously she’s not barren, so why is she not able to conceive for him? Although she knew Ragnar Marshall would be worried about it sometimes, but he never shows it. He showed her love affection only.