Love by the Mystic Sea

Chapter Twenty-One ♛

The picture is of Carita's training outfit that I made on my polyvore. 

I sit back on the old sturdy wooden chair that was a rich chocolate brown leather cushion on the back and seat of the chair. The leather is worn in and has taken the shape of my body since I have used this chair for years. When I took the throne Father insisted that a new chair could be crafted. However, I refused the offer and decided to keep my study chair from when I was a young lad. I know that I would not feel as comfortable in another chair as I do now after a long day.

I am thankful that I was not required to attend meetings today but that came with a price as well. It meant that I remained in my study for the majority of the day as I sifted through documents and signed those that I felt deemed approval. I turn my head to stare out of the large window. I notice the sun's current location and I observe that it will soon begin to set. I may as well become comfortable since I must remain in my study for quite some time before I am able to meet my dove.

As I place the last pile of documents in the appropriate location on my desk I glance around my study. From the corner of my eye I can see the bookshelf that occupies the majority of the wall behind me. A circular wooden candle-lit chandler seems my study well lit. The floors are made of old wood while the walls are a soft green while the bottom of the walls are grafted from gray and cream stones. A stunning green carpet with a nature scene lays over the floor and under my desk. Two smaller wooden arm chairs are placed in front of my desk. To my left is a fire place that keeps the room warm at night and during the cooler months. The fireplace in my study is not as impressive as the one in the library.

I had arranged to meet with the Captain of my Guard and a close childhood friend. Warwick took the position from his Father, who was the Capitan of the Guard when Father was King. Other than the Royal Family, Warwick and his family are aware of the Emerald Isle's defense, as well as now the Isle remains cast off from the rest of the realm. Warrick is a trustworthy ally and the only other man besides my Father with the safety of my sweet mate.

I am no fool in relaxing that my Carita was a unique jewel from the moment our eyes met. I was surprised by the aurora and strength of her magic. I had expected that her magic was being masked because it did not seem to move freely. Yes magic is a moving and beating source that lives within its caster. Through the centuries across the realm people have described magic in a variety of ways; as a color, a sound, a sense of feeling and even a scent. Yes magic is specific to the caster and every individual can sense magic by using different means.

When Carita cast the communication spell so that we may speak to her Father and Mother. That was the first time I was able to sense her true magic, it is as if whatever was trapping her magic began to crack and it is close to breaking. I will not boast and say that my magic is weak since that is not the case. If anything my magic is powerful and not widely used on the other side of the realm. Perhaps for these reasons I am able to sense the strength and beauty in the magic I am able to sense. I am also aware that it is my responsibility to protect my precious mate, especially since an unknown organization wishes to get their hands on her.

My hands squeeze the wooden armrest and I feel my nails begin to grow at the thought of my gentle Carita being taken from my side. The thought of her being taken does not sit well with me, as well as the beast that dwells within my body. The mere thought of someone harming her in any manner angers me. If a person tries to harm even a strand of her blonde hair with pastel pink ends I will not hesitate to end their life. In a short amount of time Carita has become my life and I know my feels for her will continue to grow with each day.

A sudden knock startles me from my thoughts as I grant the person permission to enter. The door opens a tiered looking Warrick, who remains in his training attire of a sleeveless green shirt, black trousers and brown boots. Warrick is a tall man whose height is two inches shorter than my 6'8" height. He is a solidly built man who works to keep his body fit. His shoulder see broad whole his chest is muscular. His muscular arms are thick and strong while his legs appear to resemble tree trunks. His curl black hair that resembles the night sky is held with a leather strap.