The Death Of A Pheonix - Part Two

[Nummy 413]

The Death of A Phoenix

-Part Two-

Part One Here

The clash of glass followed the loud sounds of the princess’s fall as the maid dropped a plate in shock. She ran out of the kitchen, picking up her skirts as she ran towards the source. Gasping, she rushed to the Princess’s side, carefully rolling her over from how she had landed. “Help!” she started shouting, “Please help!”

The Prince came running down the stairs, his eyes filled with shock as he see’s his wife lying in a heap on the floor. He skips steps to get to her, pushing the maids away from her and kneeling beside her. Ryder stirs slightly, her lip cracked and bleeding onto her crimson gown. She reaches out to Lancel, weakly opening her eyes and looking to him. She tries to speak, no words coming from her mouth, just a little cry. Lancel looks to her, worry in his eyes as he lifts her up gently into his arms.

Kicking open the door with his foot, Lancel makes quick strides over to the bed, gently setting his wife atop the silk sheets. “What happened?” he growls, looking to the maid who found her. The maid quivers, playing with her apron in nervousness. “I-I d-don’t know your Majesty..” she manages to say before Lancel dismisses her with a look of anger. Ryder breathes weakly, the weakness and fatigue of the past year finally getting hold of her. She continues to shake as she lays in the bed, her eyes opened a slit, gazing blankly at the Prince. Her hand instinctively reaches out, taking his as he stands, barking orders at the various servants who came to his aid.

Lancel’s attention turned to the Princess, her hand in his. Something was deeply wrong. He Knelt down by her side, placing his hand upon her forehead. In place of the normal warmth, Ryder’s skin was burning up, like a a fire was burning her from the inside out. She was shivering all over, Lancel shook her lightly, “Ryder..what’s wrong?”. She looked at him, as if she was looking past him, her hand still gripping his tightly as she shook. Lancel turned towards the others, “Get me a doctor!” he shouted. They all scrambled from the room, a messenger on horseback running from the keep.

An hour passed, and the Princess’s fever quickly grew worse. She groaned in pain, her breathing laboured and weak. Lancel sat by her side, holding a cool cloth to her forehead as they waited for the doctor.

“What's wrong?” Isabella Elendil asked as she ran into the room. Her dark hair was out of place, a medical bag in her hand.

Lancel looked up to Bella, his hand still locked with Ryder’s. He didn’t have to say a thing and Bella was at the Princess’s side, holding her hand to Ryder’s head and feeling her ever growing Fever. “She’s weak Lancel..” she said, looking to the Prince. “She’s got a fever.. unlike any i’ve seen before”. Ryder was burning up, her red curls sticking against her skin as beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks. Lancel looked at Isabella, the worry turning to anger. “Do something” he demanded, “Anything, just make her better’.

Isabella kept a close eye on Ryder, examining her through every way she knew how. Yet, still the symptoms persisted. “I don’t know what’s wrong with Her Lancel.. I can’t find what is causing this to happen to her”. Isabella looked to the princess hopelessly, she took another cool cloth and placed it on Ryder’s face. “We will have to hope she gets through this”. Lancel looked to her, any hope draining from his face, “And if she doesn’t?” he asks angrily. The young Elendil shakes her head, “She will.. she has to” she says quietly, not believing it herself.

Lancel and Isabella sit there in silence, nothing can be heard but the labored breathing of Ryder as she sits in her fever. The last of the daylight escapes the room, the only light being the dancing torches on the wall. The Princess suddenly lets out a cry, her eyes jolting open and gasping heavily for breath. “Ryder!” Lancel holds her hand, trying to calm her. Yet it is no use, she starts to convulse violently on the bed, shaking intensely as the illness overtakes her. Isabella stands at the foot of the bed, a tear falling down her cheek as she watches helplessly. She runs to the other side of the bed, trying to calm Ryder.

Ryder takes one deep breath, falling down on the bed, her hand that was once gripping Lancel’s so tightly goes limp. “Ryder..?” Lancel looks up, lightly tapping on her cheek. She doesn't respond, her breathing, once so rapid, stops completely. The Princess lies motionless against the silk sheets, her fever ended, her illness over. Lancel looks up at Isabella in anger, he picks Ryder up in his arms, trying to wake her from her lifeless sleep. He looks at everyone in the room, “Get out!” he screams in a blind rage, his eyes holding back tears. The various servants scram quickly from the room. Lancel lets out a roar of anguish, looking upon her beautiful face. He turns, and in a moment of rage he picks up the end of a table, throwing it and its contents against the wall. (table flip).

Lancel holds Ryder’s lifeless body close to him, rocking her back and forth as he holds back the tears, he breathes deeply, trying to calm himself as her body grows cold. He gently sets her in bed, fixing her hair and setting her perfectly. She looks as if she is sleeping, the colour draining slowly from her face and hair.

To Be Continued...

(Still unsure as to how many parts this is going to be in, at least two more parts to come. And no.. she's not possesed. (Mog..))

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