The Cursed King of Nefayre and the Girl Who Became a Goddess (formerly His Guardian)

The Cursed King of Nefayre and the Girl Who Became a Goddess (formerly His Guardian)

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Genre: Fantasy

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Summary

His Guardian is a story the revolves around Princess Yunaesa and King Gaelin. Princess Yunaesa is the daughter of Queen Maketanoon ( a Guardian) and King Astraston ( a human) . In the beginning, there were the gods who created the realms and the beings that dwelled in the realms by using part of their bodies. Queen Fyre, the goddess of creation created the first guardian by becoming pregnant by a human male while in her human form. Guardians, by the law of the goddess Fyre, must marry humans in order to pass on their power to their children. If a Guardian has children with a non human, the punishment is severe and ends in death. When female Guardians reach puberty, they have the potential to become goddesses of creation as well. This happens to very few, like Princess Yunaesa. While still in her mother's womb, Princess Yunaesa was able to stop King Gaelin from destroying their realm. From that point on, she develops an attachment to him. When those dark in power and mind come close to Guardian, they become obsessed, some almost to the point of madness. King Gaelin comes from a realm without magic and gods because of his late father. Stories say that King Maelstrom, King Gaelin's father chose to war with the gods and that is why is realm was punished by the gods. King Gaelin was also cursed by the goddess Fyre which only adds to the darkness in him. However, after hearing Princess Yunaesa's voice, he feels at peace and wants to change. Can the light of Princess Yunaesa save King Gaelin or will he forever be cursed?

Summary

His Guardian is a story the revolves around Princess Yunaesa and King Gaelin. Princess Yunaesa is the daughter of Queen Maketanoon ( a Guardian) and King Astraston ( a human) .

In the beginning, there were the gods who created the realms and the beings that dwelled in the realms by using part of their bodies. Queen Fyre, the goddess of creation created the first guardian by becoming pregnant by a human male while in her human form. Guardians, by the law of the goddess Fyre, must marry humans in order to pass on their power to their children. If a Guardian has children with a non human, the punishment is severe and ends in death. When female Guardians reach puberty, they have the potential to become goddesses of creation as well. This happens to very few, like Princess Yunaesa.

While still in her mother's womb, Princess Yunaesa was able to stop King Gaelin from destroying their realm. From that point on, she develops an attachment to him. When those dark in power and mind come close to Guardian, they become obsessed, some almost to the point of madness.

King Gaelin comes from a realm without magic and gods because of his late father. Stories say that King Maelstrom, King Gaelin's father chose to war with the gods and that is why is realm was punished by the gods. King Gaelin was also cursed by the goddess Fyre which only adds to the darkness in him. However, after hearing Princess Yunaesa's voice, he feels at peace and wants to change.

Can the light of Princess Yunaesa save King Gaelin or will he forever be cursed?

Chapter1 (v.1) - King Gaelin

Author Chapter Note

King Gaelin comes back after 10 years to see Princess Yunaesa.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 26, 2021

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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It was a misunderstanding.

I’ve told that lie to myself for ten years. Now, as I sit in the cabin of my ship heading for the large carved rock arch in middle of the ocean that would take me from my realm, Nefayre, to the realm of Eera; I am comfortable in saying ‘No’.

  For a kiss to be a misunderstanding, I would have to admit guilt. To admit guilt would be to feel regret. I do not regret my actions for they have helped change me from a man lost in darkness to a man walking closer to the light.

  I kissed her. She asked me to, and I obliged her innocence. What was brief touch of two pairs of lips, quicker than a wink, made me feel for the first time in decades. A kiss as short as the word itself and yet, a kiss misinterpreted by a servant. She saw a man, a King, giving a kiss to a young princess, who only wanted what she heard from stories that her governess, Disir, read to her. Stories of princesses being rescued from dangerous places by strong knights and Kings who defeated monsters. All rewarded with gold and a kiss. She had given me a gold coin, but it was the kiss that caused me trouble.

  I remember that day well. The evening sky was pink and orange. The wind was warm against my skin. I sat in the edge of a square marble fountain filled with small creatures covered in scales. Sitting crossed legged at my feet in a simple white dress was Princess Yunaesa. At six years old she was already excelling in reading and writing. I loved how the sun reflected on her wavy hair that rested on her small shoulders.  Her deep red hair was so bright as if it were on fire and those eyes…

Those golden eyes that always looked at me with adoration, focused on me as I read her another story. We sat there at the fountain, surrounded by beautiful yellow, red and white flowers. She fiddled at the hem of her dress as I described the dragon that trapped the princess. She giggled when the prince was knocked down by the dragon’s tail. She sighed with relief when the prince finally rescued the princess.

“The princess gave the knight a kiss as she was happy and grateful for the prince had saved her life. The prince was given gold by the king as thank for rescuing his beloved daughter.” I read.

“What is grateful?” She put a gold coin on my knee. I laughed and put it on the fountain edge beside me. I wasn’t going take her money. Then she stood up from the ground and placed her hands on my knees. A curious expression on her face.

I remember her pushing hard on my knees, jumping up and down on the stone ground with impatience. I closed the book and laid it beside me.

“It means that the princess was thankful. The prince did not have to save her, but he did.”

She squished her face in a way that made me laugh again.

“I am grateful to you for reading to me, King Gaelin. Should I kiss you?”

I was taken aback. I looked into her eyes. This was a harmless request from an innocent girl.

“I am the Princess, so do I kiss you?” She continued. She was so impatient.

  That day and in that very moment, I felt weak. I would have given her power over my realm if she asked for it. I knew, when I saw her come into the world screaming, that I never wanted to be away from her. I never wanted to see her hurt, sad or even disappointed. She was so pure, so untainted. I felt the need to protect her from the moment her lungs drew air. I wanted to watch her grow, to see that she received nothing but the best in the world. There was little I would not give her if she asked.

Without further hesitation, I leaned down towards her and kissed her. I pulled away as soon as our lips touched. I smiled at her. She giggled.

That moment ruined by a servant screaming her name. She had saw what had happened and misunderstood. I watched in fear and anger as the princess was picked up and carried away from me. She reached out for me with a confused expression on her face. I was afraid that she be taught to hate me; taught to fear me.

The ship creaked as it turned. We would be at the arch soon.

 Her mother called me a monster. Her venomous words burned my soul and my heart. I tried to explain but my words fell on deaf ears. Her husband, King Astraston, did his best to calm her. I remember wondering why a room of bright marble with a burning fire felt so dark and cold. I was not the evil man she thought I was.

I would never hurt Princess Yunaesa.

I had searched the realms for the best teachers to educate her in all she wanted and needed to know. During my travels, to right the wrongs of my father, I sent her various foods, beautiful fabrics along with talented dressmakers for her clothing. I also sent her pounds of precious metals and stones along with blacksmiths to create for her jewelry of whatever she desired. I made sure she was never without.

 The creaking of my ship grew louder. We were now entering the arch, the portal that would take us to the realm Eera. Ten years passed without seeing her smile. I wrote her often. Her responses were cherished; they soothed my mind.

“Brother!” I heard my sister call for me. “We’ve made it through the portal!”

  I left my thoughts of the past in my cabin and hurried up to the deck. The air was warm as I walked to bow where my sister stood looking up at the sky. Gray clouds were slowly gathering. Her ash blonde hair whipped around her face as did mine and everyone else’s.

She shook her head then turned to look up at me. She did not smile. I doubt she would ever smile at me again.

In our family, our culture and our tradition, siblings marry one another. Only those that do so may sit on the throne. I killed my father so many of our traditions died with him.

I confess. I once loved my sister. I have kissed her pink lips. I have sunken my teeth into the flesh of shoulder while filling her the deepest part of her, which I was too big for and tore her, leaving her in pain.  To be in the arms of my more than welcoming sister led me on the path my father once walked. A path I had fought too hard to get away from. Farryn was beautiful and a strong warrior, but she was darkness. I killed our father when she was young. Even though he was not around her much, she still inherited his love of death, pain, and destruction. The birth of Princess Yunaesa, the light in my darkness, inspired me to be better.

“Do you think she will remember me?”  I asked my sister. My hair was ash gray, the same as when I was born but now much was longer. My face and body were bigger and more scarred. It had been ten years. Would she remember my face?

The shore slowly came into view as we moved out of the portal.  The sandy beach shimmered under glimpses of the sun.

“This is not a natural storm.” Said my sister.

I watched the wind blow grains of sand across the beach. “We’re in the realm of a Guardian Queen. Nothing is natural here.”

Magic ruled this realm. The trees were light blue with golden leaves. The grass was light green. This realm was nothing like mine which was a realm without magic.


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