Hadassah's Watchman Trilogy - Evangheline Farcas (pdf e book reader TXT) 📗

disdain and contempt, how dare he come after what he had done to her, after he had cast her aside as a nobody, as a worthless nobody?
Before she could register what was happening he took her with both hands wrapping around her slender neck throwing her against the wall knocking the wind out of her, “You will do as I say!” he bellowed.
With moves that had become like breathing to her in the past months she raised her hand between where his hands were grasping her neck and with as much force as she could muster she brought her elbows down right at his wrists earning a wince of surprise. Without waiting a moment of hesitation as soon as his hands were no longer touching her neck she slammed the palm of her hand into his nose causing his hands to go up to stop the flow of blood that had already begun. Still she did not stop the fear was carousing through her, she had sworn she would never be a victim again, not of his, not of anybody’s, with that determination, she formed a fist with her right hand and slammed it into his temple then followed by a knee kick once more making contact with his face, then she pushed him to the ground and fled out the door.
Umph! She ran into something, no, someone, she raised her eyes in more fear and cold trembles overtook her, almost too afraid to look up, but still, she did.
The eyes he saw had worry written in them and then he looked beyond her to where Johan was laying in pain on her dining room carpet. Then his arms enveloped her, not asking any questions, as if what he saw was answer enough he called over his shoulder, “GUARDS!!!!”
Stomping, rushing feet quickly came our way and skidded to a stop right in front of us, each of the Royal Guard drawing to quick attention at the sight of Prince Philip.
“Your majesty?” the captain inquired.
Philip motioned with his hands towards her door that was still ajar, “Please Captain Svenson take care of the filth in this room.” he said with disgust.
The Captain and his men began to enter the room, but Philip put a hand on his shoulder momentarily stopping him, “Oh and Captain?”
“Yes your majesty?” it was almost comical how small the captain’s voice seemed.
“In the future I want guards stationed at all times here, and also at least one to escort her wherever she goes, is that understood?”
Captain Svenson nodded, and entered the room, along with the guards they dragged Johan out as Johan attempted to struggle against them, but thank God it was no use.
Philip turned to Hadassah and continued looking from her to the now empty hall where her dreaded attacker had been. Wonder filled his eyes, then pride, and then a smile lit up his face, “Well my dear Hadassah you are indeed an Arwen, remind me to always stand on your good side.” he chuckled and she fell into his arms also laughing, but soon the laughter turned into uncontrollable sobs.
He lead her inside and sat her down on the sofa, he kept holding her stroking her hair as if she were a child, and she felt secure and safe in his arms.
When the sobs subsided he asked, “Would you tell me who that was? For he most certainly was not your fiancée.”
Sighing she tried to explain, “He was my past, my fearsome past that I never wanted to see again. He was one who I had loved but he crushed me and hurt me in every way possible.”
In response to her words anger filled Philip’s blue eyes. No more words were needed at the moment to explain what once had been, and he continued to stroke her hair. “Yet still, you handled him quite well, perhaps better even then a royal guard, how?” he questioned.
Hadassah smiled, for at this she could, this had been the one thing that had lifted her and given her confidence and stole away her fear in the past few months. “Classes, Karate Classed my dear.” she even giggled as she said it for the words did indeed sound silly.
“Karate? Now when did my busy little Samaritan Queen have time for that?” he asked with his dark eyebrows raised clearly impressed.
“Ha! With the orphan children of course, so many of them had been battered previously, and also with the women at the shelters, I have petitioned that the state pay for their enrollment with ATA Karate as I believe no child or woman, or even man for that matter should be left without the tools to defend themselves. So, I have learned with as much passion as them, for I was battered just as they were.” She explained.
“Hmmm and why was I not invited?” he demanded jokingly.
“Bah! You with your navy training would need this? I assumed you already had courses such as these, I didn’t want to bore you or pile on more things on your to-do.”
“I--”
A knock sounded at the door and Hadassah tensed. Philip got up to answer. Raphael entered, shook hands with the prince and exchanged greetings then turned to Hadassah.
“The King and Queen are ready to see you now.” he stated as he extended his hand towards her, Hadassah rose unknowingly imitating the Esther of old in her regal posture, even Philip gasped in awe for it seemed that for a brief split second there was an actual glow about her.
She stopped only once at the door where Philip stood, “Goodbye my love.” with which she planted a kiss tenderly on his cheek,

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Johan seethed in the jail cell where he now resided. Dark shadows surrounded him, which he could see clearly and he welcomed them. He would sound his own battle cry, and the Dark Ones would indeed respond for he commanded them, they were his pawns, or so he thought. He was a watchman as well though for an entirely different side, for the side that would undoubtedly win this war, and Hadassah would regret this day, oh yes, yes she would. Sure Johan had been unprepared for Hadassah, had even been caugh unawares, who could have thought that such a low life would know how to defend herself? She hadn’t in the past. Oh well. He might not have been able to prevent her from leaving the country, so she would leave with ease… ha! But her return, well that was a different matter entirely.


CHAPTER TWELVE

Psalm 11:2
For, behold, the wicked bend the bow, They make ready their arrow upon the string To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

“In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don't.” --- Blaise Pascal


Before the King and Queen, Hadassah had displayed a humble attitude that always warmed their hearts, and my whole being hurt, for she begged them to be allowed to go into a territory that now posed so much threat to her own being, but perhaps she didn’t fully grasp this yet.
Queen Silvia at first saw this as an opportunity for Philip to grow apart from the one he had grown too close to, yet Silvia loved Hadassah as her own in so many ways, for she displayed a love for Sweden and it’s people as if she had been born here. She could not deny that Philip’s own devotion for his country had grown since he had encountered Hadassah, and the thought of her leaving somewhere far away, apart from their assured protection tore at a piece of the Queen’s heart.
“No, Hadassah, we cannot allow you to go, someone will be sent as a liaison however it will not be you, the outreach here fully needs you.” she stated and King Carl Gustaf nodded in agreement knowing full well how his daughters have grown close to her and how they turned to Hadassah when stress in the kingdom or stress of the paparazzi got high.
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she responded to their decision, she wouldn’t accept no for an answer, “I have been requested by name because I was born there, because my parents were the last before the revolution to… to have died as a result of communism, please trust that all will be well, I would not travel unguarded, God takes care of His own.”
They had been going back and forth like this for quite some time now, but now there was silence.
“Besides, your Majesties, I am well aware how Philip feels for me, all present in this room know that if we were both just another common man and woman that would be alright. But he is anything but common, and the distance between us might make him understand that what we have can be nothing more then this beautiful friendship.” she said so quietly that each had to strain their ears just to hear her. Sorrow took an unwanted form on each face.
Once more the King nodded as did the Queen, but the queen rose from behind the conference table that had been separating them and came around to where Hadassah sat, she kneeled before her taking her face lovingly in hers, “You my dear are not as common as you may think of yourself, although true the words you speak, please do not offend us by thinking we think less of you, for in a heartbeat our entire family would adopt you as our own.”
The King listened and turned his face towards the thickly draped windows, lest any should notice the diamond tear threatening to escape the confines of his own eyes. He cleared his throat and also rose.
“Indeed she speaks the truth, yet still if you insist, we will acquiesce to your desire, only return safely to us, and travel no where without your guards, is that understood young lady?” he demanded in as harsh a tone as he could muster.
Hadassah nodded and sighed, she wanted to hug them for they had become so much like parents to her, their kind hearts was a balm to her, yet still there was a barrier she did not want to cross.
“One more request I have, today I will leave, but please Philip cannot know until after I leave, for you well know he would not allow it, please.” she begged.
Both the Royals looked at each other then reluctantly nodded towards Hadassah.
So she and I rose, both of u took our leave of each of them with warm embraces that they would not let us leave without, with me swearing to protect her.
Hadassah passed through the door and was already in the hall as I turned one last look at the Royal couple and heard the king say, “Oh dear Silvia, if I was Philip I would make Hadassah the queen of my heart…” his voice trailed off as I closed the door lightly behind me.
We walked briskly beneath ceilings that were carved with intricate designs, the glassy marble floor was echoing our footsteps as we made our way to Hadassah’s suite. The immensity of the palace overwhelmed me for the moment as whispers echoed everywhere sputtering hate and fear, I began to hum as I always did and they crouched behind corners their