CHAPTER 2 

Guinevere   

                                                        10 years ago. 3 years before her death 

Guinevere was walking along the path in her favorite garden with her 8-year-old son Jack. As her other children were sleeping.  Jack was her sunshine, well all of her children were her sunshine, the only good thing in the palace.

Rose her 6-year-old was a very energetic girl, always getting into trouble. He had her green eyes and blood red lips.

Leo, her 7-year-old son, well he was the one who looked the most like Anwir, given that he was the only son that was actually the kings, but no one knew that of course, she could not tell anyone, Anwir would kill her for sure. But back to her son, he had Anwir’s piercing grey eyes and strong body. But Leo was nothing like Anwir, in fact; he was the kindest person you’ve ever met, he always made the cook smile at the meals, and he made sure to play with the cooks daughter Emily (she was pretty Shure that they were mates), but she kept that to herself.

Her 8-year-old son Ben, well he was the nerd in the family; besides his twin Jack, he was so smart, and he had his father’s green with a hint of violet eyes, but he had her black hair.

Then you get to Jack. He was the quiet shy scared boy, he rarely talked, and when he did, you had to be silent, for you might not hear his gentle whispering. She knew that Jack was quiet because of what Anwir did to Guinevere and him. He tried so hard to please his father, but nothing worked, she he just decided to be quiet and focus on studying and on training. He was only 8 years old! But of course, Anwir did not care, he always said “they have to get strong; I won’t have a weak pathetic boy as my son.” She knew that Jack try’s, but it’s hard for an 8-year-old to carry a sword. Altogether, her four children were he life, she would do anything for them without thought. They were he day and night, her everything. 

“Mommy?” Jack small voice had Guinevere look down at her son who was staring at her with wide scared eyes, and she knelt down do his eyes level. 

 “Yes Kido?” she asked him, smiling gently. 

 “When did that happen?” Jack said pointing at the dark blue bruise on her wrist, and Guinevere sighed. Even though Jack was only 8, he always seemed to notice every wound on he and his siblings body. 

 “Last night, but don’t worry about it.”  

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his head going to the side. She smiled gently.  

“Only a little.” She said to Jack, who in turn picked up her wrist, rolled the sleeve up and kissed his gently.  

“There It’s all healed.” He said smiling brightly, and Guinevere grinned  

“thank you my beautiful boy, it feels so much better now.”  Jack was so happy that he helped her, and they continued on there walk down to the fountain were they loved to watch the fish swim and jump.  

“I like the blue fish mommy. they are my favorite.” Jack said, once they sat down on the fountain edge.  

“I do to, but the purple ones are my favorite.” She said.  

“that’s because mommy’s favorite color is purple.” Jack said firmly before he laughed. Guinevere pulled Jack onto her lap and held him close, promising in her head that she would never lose him.  

They stayed down at the fountain and the garden for a few hours running around and playing games until it was time for dinner, and they made their way back inside to clean up and get ready.