An idea for a story popped into my head on my way home from the knitting group yesterday, so I decided to write it out. It ended up being more serious than I intended for it to be, but it rings true for me.
“There’s Gods behind those stars, you know.” The King closed the door behind him, joining his son in the private gardens.
His son had sprawled what appeared to be the entire Royal library’s collection of astronomy books all over the table, some in languages he couldn’t read yet. But he was ignoring the books, sitting with his bare feet tucked under him, trying to get a look at the stars through his handheld telescope.
“Yeah, I know.” The boy lowered his telescope, flashed a brief grin, then went back to what he was doing.
“It’s a Sirius thing, stargazing.”
“Father.” His son rolled his eyes. “You always make that joke.”
The King simply smiled and sat down beside him. The boy had been in their home for several years now, and there were already questions swirling around him–would he take the Throne, when he came of age? And another question…what would happen if he didn’t?
“We will love him no matter what,” was always the answer he and his Beloveds gave. It was the truth, not simply platitudes; he was their son that they loved, not just the Heir and Crown Prince of Darkness.
What if he is meant for things greater than this?
The King shivered at that thought, his eyes going to the stars that were now beginning to glow even brighter in the still spring-time night. He followed the boy’s telescope, where the lens rested on the constellation that legend said would grant the viewer’s fondest hopes and dreams.
Please, he prayed, let him have a happy childhood, a happy life. I did not carry him from the snow, his would-be killer’s blood on my hands, for him to become a pawn of the Gods and those who would seize my Throne by taking my child from me.
“What’re you wishing for?” His son had put the telescope down on the table, simply gazing up at the stars with him now.
“That you’re happy.”
“I am.” His son paused. “Do you ever…speak to the stars?”
“To the Gods behind them, yes.”
“What do They say?”
“That They’re watching over you.” It wasn’t a lie, but so much less than the truth; he had been shown a vision of a pearl that held the moon, and his son’s eyes black with grief. What it meant he did not know, but he hoped that in the years to come, that the wish he made on this night still held true.