Hyperion Sentel: A Narrative Fiction

Hyperion Sentel laid on the floor of his bedroom, relishing the feel of fresh furs on his bare skin. The sun was low in the morning sky, brilliant oranges and pinks washing over the room. He laid still, counting each breath he made. His hands rolled over the plush pelt; his warm, thick laughter striking through the silence. It had only begun. “Arvin,” calling for his advisor, he slammed his fist on the floor. “Yes, my king,” Arvin said from a nearby chair. “Go wake Oriel for me, I wish to speak with her at once.” “Yes, my king.”
Hyperion grinned, a determined glint in his eyes. Arvin shuddered. The king’s advisor stood and left the room, leaving the king to roll upon his furs. Oriel Woodgard sat up in her bed, having long since been …show more content…
“You won’t be needing that today, Arvin.” she stated, getting up from her bed.
“It appears I won’t be. Have you grown wise to the king’s whims, duckling?”
“Not even the king of Bruthiel shall make a fool of me more than twice in one week.”
The walk up to the king’s quarters was uncharacteristically quiet. It was becoming clear that King Sentel desired to wage war on the other kingdoms of the realm. It was a matter of how and when rather than if. Hyperion had not moved since Arvin had left, there he sat romping about on his furs, satisfied smile on his face. “You summoned, my king,” Oriel said. “There’s no need to tell me what I already know. I didn’t think you were …show more content…
“Here. A woman with child cannot possibly fight in a war.” Hyperion’s broad shoulders shook as he laughed. Oriel snuck an angry glance at a confused Arvin. “I am not with child, my king.” She murmured. “Not yet. Has Arvin neglected to tell you?” The king raised his thick eyebrows in surprise. “You are retired from my guard and I intend to make you my bride. Effective immediately.”
Oriel’s heart leapt up into her throat.
“Allow me to fight, I will be your bride, I will carry all the children you wish, but do not keep me from the battlefield. I am the best knight you have! Those men will die without me.” she protested.
Hyperion pulled the woman onto the floor beside him. He took Oriel’s chin in his hand, forcing her to look in his stormy eyes.
“My dear, do you question my orders,” He snarled.
“No my king,” Oriel said.
Satisfied with the tremble in her voice, Hyperion placed a kiss to Oriel’s forehead and let her go. Hyperion ordered Arvin to prepare Oriel to be wed as he sauntered out of the room. There was a thick silence between the two that remained. Arvin’s eyes burned holes in the floor. Oriel’s golden eyes stared at the king’s advisor. Arvin couldn’t bring himself to look back. Unspoken words lingered in the air. Arvin Lormer was a