Chapitre 50: Bad Blood
Conradin was sound asleep in his room, having retired for the night after a hard and exhausting day. He was surrounded by his guest room's finest luxuries, which helped to comfort him and make him feel safe and comfortable while giving relaxation and recovery from the day's obligations.
Thoughts of the day's events flooded the king's dreams as he slept soundly in his own bed. As he fell asleep, he felt at ease knowing that he was doing everything he could to safeguard his country, keep his citizens secure, and make them to serve the legitimate ruler of theirs.
His night of sleep, on the other hand, was a dread and his tranquillity quickly changed into horror.
Conradin awakened in a heavy sweat, his body shivering and jerking from the disturbing scenario. It took him a moment to realize that it had all been a bad dream. He sat up in his bed, reaching for the candle beside him to calm himself. He took deep breaths as he tried to calm himself and shake off the nightmare-induced fear that lingered in his head. He began to calm down and return to his senses after many deep breaths, but the nightmare lingered.He had no idea what it could have meant, but he had a feeling it had been more than simply a bad dream. He sat there for a time, trying to make sense of it all, but he couldn't.
The dream began beautifully, with him traveling through a green landscape full of flowers and hearty fruit. The sun was shining brightly, everything around him was warm and vibrant, and his mind was serene and at ease. Then, all of a sudden, a chill came over him, the sky darkened, and a terrifying voice whispered from behind him. He turned to find a person dressed in black standing menacingly among the woods, its eyes burning like fire and a sword in its grasp. The figure said nothing but stared at him with scorching eyes, and his heart began to race in panic. Suddenly, he felt a touch on his shoulder. He quickly looked around but saw nothing. Fearful of the person behind him, he quickly turned his head in the direction of the man's former location, but he saw nothing. The figure vanished as quickly as it appeared, and he searched in vain for any trace of it. He continued to search the area in fear, but there was no sign of any threat or danger. The atmosphere surrounding him remained calm and serene.The environment surrounding him remained calm and serene. However, the sense of dread and worry continued, and he couldn't escape the feeling of imminent peril. He tried to reassure himself that there was nothing to worry about, but a sense of something dark and evil hung over him, and he couldn't shake it.
While scanning the area, he saw that a tree stood alone in itself. The tree was a stark contrast to the rest of the natural landscape, and it stood out as an ominous presence that cast an eerie atmosphere over the surroundings. Its bark was black and peeling, and its branches were bare and dead. It was a symbol of death and decay, and its presence made him feel uneasy. He could not help but feel that there was something sinister about the tree, and he found himself staring at it, transfixed by its ominous presence. He felt drawn to it, and he started walking towards it when he suddenly saw a fruit in it. Gray was his skin, and decayed was its branch; nonetheless, he took the fruit and bit it. No sweat came with the bite; only a feeling of sand swept into his mouth, and there he had woken up.
Conradin could not make sense out of the dream he had; he could only reach towards the water and take a long sip of it. The water felt refreshing and soothing in his mouth, and he let it trickle down his throat as he drank. He felt it calming his nerves and soothing his senses, bringing a sense of peace and calm over him. He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, feeling slightly better. The nightmare had left him shaken and unsettled, and he was grateful for the distraction of the warm, soothing water.
The sense of fear had gradually calmed down, but nonetheless, the feeling of anxiousness was still there. For the first time in his life, Conradin felt death dooming him as close as one could feel. Strangely, he was not in fear of death; only a certain sense of regret could be found in him. Conradin understood for what it was and as such he decided to make peace with himself, but in order to do so, he had to reach out to a person he had not written to, talked to, or met for the last two years. Their last meeting was at the Hohenschwangau Castle, when Conradin declared his intention to go back to his Swabian holding and declare its rightful claim to his ancestral land, to take it back from the hands of his uncle Manfred. His mother pleaded, cried, and raged against Conradin, hoping to make him change his ideas; after all, in her eyes, all she saw was a 14-year-old against the pit of chaos that ruled the world. Conradin has, as a result of a long argument, left his mother on bad terms. Now, however, he realized the shortsightedness of his eyes, making him question himself if he really wanted to have such a relationship with his motherly figure during a time where he could possibly die. He knew that it was important to make peace with her and to reconcile, so he decided to reach out to her again by writing a letter. After rising from his bed, he walked towards his desk, where he had the necessary instruments to write a letter.
After sighing, he took the quill, immersed it in the ink, and started writing.
*Dear mother
I hope this letter finds you well and in good health. It has been, I think, two or three years since we last spoke, met, or even wrote to each other. I believe you also remember how we left on bad terms.
Just as I wrote this letter, a dream made me come to my senses and made me understand the shortsightedness of both of us, leading me to try to unite our family once again .
Do not misunderstand me; however, mother, under no circumstance will you receive an apology for my choice. I still think that even if things go bad, I will still make the same choice, for it is not only my right but also my duty to claim back the crown of Sicily, since it is the king's job to make sure that the legitimate bloodline sits over the throne. Nonetheless, I wanted to reach out to you to let you know how much I was thinking of you and to express my hope that we can reconcile our differences and move forward together as a family. I know that there have been some difficult times between us, but I appreciate all that you have done for me and want to thank you for all your love and support. I want to say that the next time we meet, I will host you in my castle, where I will show you the beauty of the land that my father always praised about Sicily. I want to feel your warmth and touch, along with your kindness. I hope that we can move forward in love and harmony together, and I look forward to seeing you again soon in better circumstances. I hope that you will receive this letter and give me a positive response, for I do not want to continue this farce for another second.
Your dear son, Conrad*
Conradin set down his quill and discovered that a tear had fallen from his eyes, forcing him to wipe his cheeks quickly. Nevertheless, the tears did not stop falling. In some ways, the nightmare was a blessing since it gave him the wisdom to recognize his folly.
He remained there for a time, tears flowing down his cheeks, as he realized how much his mother meant to him and how much she had done for him. He felt an overwhelming sense of thankfulness and love for her, and he realized how fortunate he was to have such a caring and supportive mother.He realized he had to make things right with her, and he was ready to put the past behind him and go forward in love and forgiveness. Perhaps this was the message of the nightmare all along: life is fleeting, and one must not leave any regrets behind.
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Hi guys sorry for the lack of chapter yesterday, I was busy studying for my exam .
Here to tell you that it can be possible that during the later half of June I may stop writing till the end of the month since I will be particulary busy with studing, nontheless during the month I may publish some chapters , do not worry for I have no plan to desert this novel since I am taking much pleasure in writing .
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