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{24} A Visitor

31 Days: From Enemy to Heir

A Visitor: Day 24 of 31 Days. 

For Day 1, click on the image above.

The Enchanter slipped in almost without notice.  Jewel, the bride of the prince, the upholder of the standards of the kingdom, had made a fatal mistake: she had forgotten to close the gate.

In her righteous busyness, in the rush of skewed priorities, she had neglected to do the simple and inglorious things that needed doing in the kingdom.  More important to her in the moment were the jobs that would be noticed when they were completed and rewarded with praise.

No one noticed a door slightly ajar.  No one, that is, except the one who had been waiting for just such an opportunity.

“My, how beautiful you have become,” he said to Jewel when he found her standing vulnerable in her chamber.

She spun around.  “What are you doing here?  Get out!” she demanded.

In the corner, her Advocate’s face seized with pain.  Only one man belonged in the bride’s chamber, and the Enchanter was not that man.  She should never have even spoken to the intruder.  Jewel should have screamed!  She should have run to her Advocate and hidden, appalled by the intrusion of this uninvited guest, and her Advocate would have doled out an appropriate punishment, sure and swift.

But Jewel did not.  So taken was she with her own beauty that she mistook it for strength and power, and she decided, in that moment, to protect and defend herself.

A visitor

A visitor

“I underestimated you, Obscurity—but that is not your name anymore, is it?” the Enchanter asked with silken words that slipped around Jewel so seamlessly, she hardly knew what was happening.

“I am Jewel,” she said, raising her chin and looking down at him as best she could, though he was taller than she.

“How fitting,” he smiled, easy and relaxed.  Jewel could not help notice how perfect he looked, and not at all terrifying like she remembered.

“I do not know another woman who could have adapted so easily to being the queen of her own kingdom.”

She was not the queen, and it was not her kingdom, but she did not correct him.  Even though she stood ridged and wary, she was pleased by the words.

“You don’t need to worry,” he continued, sprawling himself across her couch and looking at her with a grin.  “I’m not here to bring you back.  I can see that you belong here, and I came to congratulate you.  You’ve done well, Jewel.  Very, very well.”

She was suspicious, but it was kind of him to notice.  No one understood her prior life quite as well as the Enchanter, so no one would appreciate the transformation as much as he.

“In fact, I am astonished by how well you resemble the prince.”

Jewel’s ears pricked up. “Do you think so?  Do you really?”

“It’s uncanny.”  He let the words roll off his lips slowly, like honey.

“It’s nice of you to say.  I’ve worked hard at it.”  She didn’t mind taking the credit for the effort because it had been slow and agonizing and she deserved to be noticed for it.

“I can tell.  It’s a good thing your people have you as such a fine example to look to.  Your prince has been away for quite some time now, hasn’t he?”

“Yes, he has.”  In some ways, it felt like the prince had just left.  In other ways, it felt like an eternity.

“Are you planning anything special for him when he returns?”

“Well, you see, I don’t really know when he’ll be coming back.”

“Oh?”  The Enchanter looked surprised.  “I wonder how he could leave such a beautiful bride with no plans to return?”

“He’ll be back,” she said, but Jewel suddenly felt very foolish, like a child who doesn’t yet realize she’s been abandoned.

“I’m sure he will.  I certainly would not leave you alone for long.”  His smile was easy and charming.

Jewel stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor, listening to the Enchanter’s words and feeling very, very alone. “You should go,” she said hoarsely.

“Yes.  But thank you, Jewel.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen the prince as clearly as when I look at you.  Why, if I had seen what the prince saw in you, I would have taken you for a queen myself.  Keep this up, and the prince won’t recognize you when he gets home!”

“You are very kind,” Jewel mumbled, but her mind was confused.  The words seemed disingenuous, but she could not work out why.

“In fact, perhaps we can have of truce,” he continued.  “It’s a bother to be at war all the time.”  The Enchanter yawned a slow yawn.  “Of course, I will give you all the credit.  The prince will be so pleased to find that because of you, we are now friends.”    

Just like that, her unexpected visitor left, quietly as he came.  Jewel was left standing in her room, back to the mirror, alone.

In the mirror

In the mirror

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{23} Dangerously Beautiful

31 Days: From Enemy to Heir

Dangerously Beautiful: Day 23 of 31 Days

For Day 1, click on the image above

The days after the prince’s departure soon fell into a pleasant sort of normalcy.  Jewel missed her prince, but she was so comforted by the constant presence and guidance of her Advocate that she soon realized that the prince meant it when he told her it was good that he went away.  She hadn’t understood it at the time, and had even argued against him.

Now she knew: some things are best learned in absence.  Trust was one of those.  While he was with her, she did not really have to believe the things her prince said because he was always showing her that they were true.  He cared for her.  He provided for her.  He loved her. 

Now, he was farther away than her eyes could see, and yet his hand had not failed her.  It made his love even sweeter because it was truer than she had known it to be before, and even more amazing.  How perfectly he had perceived her needs, and how abundantly he had provided for them!   It was not only that she lacked nothing; it was that she had everything.

It was a good thing, too, because there was no shortage of work to be done.  Every day, Jewel opened the vault and filled her hands with the prince’s riches so that she would not be found lacking when empty hands reached out for hers.

She surrounded herself with the words from the ancient scrolls and listened carefully as her Advocate explained them to her.  The little children loved to come and ask her for stories about her prince, and she would draw them to herself and talk about him because she loved him.  Each day, she found more to love, and more to share with those who listened.

One day, an elderly woman walked passed just as Jewel was retelling the story of her wedding day.  “Oh!  You sound just like him,” the woman said, smiling a joyful, toothless grin.  “I thought for a moment that he had come back for me.”

“Really?” Jewel asked.  “Do you really think I sound like him?”

“Just like him.”

The old lady wasn’t the only one who noticed.  Soon, people began to come to Jewel, asking for advice or help because she was reigning in his place.  She was the prince’s representative in the kingdom while he was away, and she was growing more and more like him every day.

Jewel’s heart soared.  It was working!  It was actually working!  She was doing just what the prince had told her to do—she was allowing his riches to make her more like him, and because of that, the entire kingdom could see a glimpse of the prince even when he was far away.

They kept coming.  They kept asking for help with so many good and princely things, Jewel found her days filled beyond capacity.  She barely had time to wave to her Advocate as she slipped out the door to teach the children or visit the sick.  Some days, she did not make it down to the treasure room at all.

Thankfully, no one noticed.

Jewel was relived to find she had been so changed by the prince’s love and care for her that she could imitate him well enough.  She did not need to be adorned with his riches in order to be beautiful like him, not anymore.  She could remember his words and his ways, or so she thought, and she could do so much more good in the kingdom when she spent a little less time behind the wrinkles of a dusty scroll.

Besides, the people–the prince’s own people–needed her, and she could not keep them waiting.  What would they say?  They would think she didn’t care, and that was not true.  She cared deeply, so deeply, that she began to neglect the very provision the prince had made for her because she thought she was doing the better thing.  Surely, spending time in the treasure room was selfish when there was so much need outside the door!

The Advocate’s eyes followed her, but he did not say a word.  In fact, he was more silent than ever, and Jewel was grateful because she did not miss the sting of his sword.

In fact, she was happy to think that there was so little to cut away these days.  She thought she was glowing and radiant and busy about the work of the kingdom, just like the prince had told her to be.  What a wonderful bride she had turned out to be!

One night, she looked in the mirror and was caught off guard by her own reflection.  She was stunning.  Only, she hadn’t noticed it before because she had always seen his reflection in the mirror, not her own.  But there she was, so changed from the girl once called Obscurity.

She was no longer a nothing, no longer an outcast, no longer unloved.  Now, she was beautiful.  Dangerously beautiful. 

“Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain,” her Advocate said softly.  He had taken to speaking in whispers, and Jewel found it annoying.

She turned away from him and smoothed her dress.  “I think I will have some new clothes made.  These don’t really suit me anymore.”

I am like him now, she thought, and she longed to show off some of the glory.

The Advocate stood in the corner and quietly drew his sword.  She would have noticed if she had remembered to fear him.

Thankfully for Jewel, he did not draw it for her.  His sharp eyes were focused on the door to the bride’s own chamber.  A darkness was growing outside her room.  While she was distracted with her beauty, it stretched under the crack in the door and slowly filled the space between the Advocate and her.

Dangerously Beautiful

Dangerously Beautiful

It was the shadow of one who knew, better than anyone, the power of unchecked beauty, and he grinned a terrible, beautiful grin because he knew just what to do with it.

Jewel had all but forgotten him.  But her old master, her old deceiver, had not forgotten her.

He had simply been waiting.

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{22} Like a Seal

31 Days: From Enemy to Heir

Like a Seal: Day 22 of 31 Days

To read Day 1, click on the photo above

True to his word, the prince rode out of the gates of the kingdom early one morning.  He was leaving on his father’s business, but that did not make it any easier for Jewel to watch.  The cold morning mist wrapped around him like a cloud, and he was gone.

Before he left, he came to her to say good-bye.  “Be busy about my work until I return,” he said.  “It is not going to be easy, and you must be prepared for the fight.  The Enchanter has not stopped pursuing you, even though you have enjoyed some time of peace.  But he wants to sift you, Jewel.”  The prince’s eyes were fierce with jealousy.  “But you are mine.  I will not let you fall.”

Song of Solomon 8:5

Song of Solomon 8:5

He embraced her in his arms, and she was overcome with the same sense of safety and security she felt the first time he found her and lifted her onto his horse.

“I am not slow to keep my promises to you, Jewel, even though it may seem like it.  I will come back again.  But when I am away, you must trust that I have provided for your every need—even the ones you don’t know you have.”

Jewel nodded into his chest, but she could not speak.

“I have surrounded you with every treasure in my kingdom, but remember, this is my greatest gift to you,” the prince continued, beckoning his adviser near.  The adviser had been silent the whole time, but Jewel had noticed the joy on his face when the prince spoke words of love over her.  “He is your Advocate, Jewel.  You will lack nothing if you lean into him.” 

Then he was gone.

For days afterward, Jewel felt numb.  She wished she knew how long he would be away so she could count down the days, so she would know how long she had to survive without him.

But her Advocate came and sat near, and said to her, “The prince does not want you to settle for survival, Jewel.  He wants you to live and thrive in his kingdom while he is away.”  Then he opened the crackling scrolls and showed her the prince’s own words where he said that it was so.

Jewel poured over the scrolls.  She hadn’t realized how much it sounded like him.  She could almost hear his voice when she read it, and she felt his nearness to her, like her husband was standing right there in the room with her.  Her Advocate smiled and explained, “To some, these words are like heavy stones.  But you are his bride, and you can hear the truth.  This is his love letter to you.” 

The words were lovely indeed.  The more she read, the more she knew and understood the prince of the kingdom, and the more she realized what he had done for her.

She noticed too that she was not completely free from the Enchanter’s grasp.  Within her head and heart she found traces of his fingerprints, dirty, grease smudges where his hands used to be.

It crushed her, and she wept over the outworking of the lie she had once believed.  Still, it was bearing bitter fruit in her life.  But the Advocate drew his sword and with every word she read, he cut a dividing line between the living and the dead.  With perfect skill, he sliced away the destroyed and decaying flesh and adorned the living with the riches of the prince’s kingdom so she was more beautiful than ever.

It was agonizing in the moment.  Every day, there was work to do.  Every day, death was found lurking in bride’s clothing, and every day, the Advocate sharpened his blade.

“Will it ever end?” Jewel cried when one day, she realized that a piece of the old flesh had grown back while she was cutting away something else.  “How long will I struggle and fight?  Why can’t I just be like him?  Why do I fail?”

“Do you know why I am here?” her Advocate asked.

“To help me?” she answered, but she was suddenly unsure.

Like a Seal

Like a Seal

“I am here as a promise.  Just like the ring on your finger is a seal of the prince’s love, I am a seal—a promise—of his perfection.  One day, you will be perfect like he is perfect.  You can’t see that now, but I can.  Jewel, I am the assurance of your freedom from the Enchanter.  You will not always struggle.  In fact, you have already won.” 

“I do not feel like I have won.”

The Advocate’s fiery hair stood on end.  “Then you do not understand my power, and you attribute to the Enchanter more power than he deserves.  He is evil, that is true, and he has used deception to mark out a small territory where he does not belong.  But there is no contest, Jewel.  I have overcome.” 

She ran to him, weary with the fight, and embraced him.  How she longed to be free indeed. 

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