All for Dylan

As the Royal banquet ends, the first thing that Dylan do was biding farewell to his Aunt and Uncle. All the time, he was trying to gain a bit of time with his lover but the Lords, Parliamentarian and other take up every bit of second that he was allowed to be free for passing their compliments for the final victory.

Dylan grab the hand of lena as he find her alone and walk to outside.

"Dylan, where are you taking me?" Surprised as she was, Lena asked him.

"Not where, just fallow me." Dylan says as he come out of banquet hall. A rush of cold them and Lena shivers uncontrollably, Dylan put his warm coat on her shoulders.

" Where are you two going?" A voice called for two of them as they hurried past the stairs. Lena instantly froze up at the voice. Every cell inside her seems to know to whom this voice belongs to. Her grip on Dylan's hand tightens. Dylan knews it instantly. He put his arms around her shoulders and turn to face him.

" ahhh it's Lena and dear cousin Dylan." the Crown Prince says as he walk to them.

"Not your concern Dear Cousin." Dylan replied in the same cold and harsh voice as him. The mocking smile of his face instantly goes away. Dylan notice his absence from hall earlier.

"Well where are you coimg from?" He asked

"Dylan let's go." Lena whispers;trembling slightly.

Without passing a single glance to him, Dylan left.

I wonder why lena is afraid of him.

***

Winter : Season of Longing and Frost

[ November, it was November when it all started.]

In November, Capaldi presents a different nature, different vibes. All the trees and flower beds appears frosty in the morning and shines brightly when sunlight falls on them. By the time sun is little higher in the horizon, the frost melts into water that nourishes the plants.

Frosty November is the sign that the long and deep winter is not that far. The distance between frost and snow is very small. So, when there is frost Lorph (inhabitants of Kingdom of Arizone) of Capaldi take it as a reminder that it will be snowing very soon.

Another year is about to end with accomplishing so much; an end to a decade old war.

Dylan was thinking about the end of year in the kitchen of his residence, cooking brunch for both of them. The Lavender pot from back June was slowly dancing as cool breeze blows.

The wind takes a week to wind around in Kingdom of Arizone, watching so much, listening every single thing, taking out grief and happiness of a place with it and then come backs to Capaldi, telling what saw, what listened, whose sorrow and whom happiness to Capaldi as it blows around.

The wind slowly touched the lavender laughing and told something, place something in Lavenders a greeting perhaps who danced with it.

'Just let me touch him' the wind ask for the permission from Pot's inhabitants.

'No' the Inhabitants stop dancing with a straight denial. But it was wind who never listen to anyone. It slowly blows and touch his hairs falling over his eyes as Dylan works with coffee pot, laughing with utter joy. The twinkles no one hears but the pot as wind blow past it.

"Capaldi..... Ahhh dear Capaldi." the wind calls of an old friend dancing in the streets of Capaldi. Who hears and asked what happens that the wind is blowing happily.

"I saw him" wind shares with an old friend

"Saw who?" even though the city already knows who, it asked with pride.

"Dylan Al'Xander" The name known to every single creature present in Kingdom of Arizone.

"And he is eighteenth." the wind danced, sharing it's joy with every single being whether they listen or not in Capaldi. The city feels pride at his treasure... His Dylan

All are for Dylan and Dylan is for all.