A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. Xii

"Take shelter this eve with the merchant guards, found upon the merry courts of the south-western district. Upon your arrival, they will send a messenger to inform thy, your dire needs for labor. Assistance and comfort will be offered and in secret, for the King. . . I am grievous. . . usher you ill-sorrows if discovered." Alarumdives, the troubled Prince of compassion, met his love, eye to eye, sharing tears, they did embrace. "Geinere you must leave Wales upon, I am sorry." "Alarumdives, I am so, so sorry. . . ." As Geinere found refuge her labors came quickly, within days. The merry merchant guards, at no delay, jestered and provided for a midwife to aid Geinere. Amidst the burdenous nurturance, a gentle baby boy was brought into this dark world of hate and envy. Geinere vowed to herself to love this dear child. A world torn apart, hers to divinity and righteousness. His name Adamme, rightly chosen out of sin, for the essence of God did answer poor Geinere's demands for redemption. For it was upon the child's first birthday, that Geinere was enlightened and faith instilled. A parchment read while living amongst the commons of great Scotland, ". . . the Prince Alarumdives, now King of Wales, to celebrate his one year reunion and exaltation to the kingdom of thine, glorious Wales." As this bit of revelry chimed within Geinere's soul, she discovered upon inquiry, that the late King of Wales had fallen ill and to his grave, one year prior. . . .