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{21} The Adviser

31 Days: From Enemy to Heir

The Adviser: Day 21 of 31 Days
For Day 1, click on the image above

He was going away.  Jewel’s beloved prince, who had rescued her from the Enchanter’s land and brought her into his own kingdom, was going away.  She did not know when or for how long, but he was leaving, and she would be alone.

Jewel felt sick with tears.  All she could think to do was cling to him and beg him not to go.

“Why are you clinging to me?” he asked, and he would not let her hold him back.  “Trust me.”

Jewel wished she could wiggle out of her doubt and slip back to a very brief time in her childhood when she had not yet learned that trust was too precious to give away.

“You’re afraid,” the prince said, looking at her with kind eyes.  “Do not be afraid.” 

“No one who’s left me has ever come back,” Jewel countered, as if all the hurt in her past could justify the fear and doubt she felt toward him now.

“I know.”  He wrapped her up in his arms and whispered into her hair.  “I’m sorry.”

Tears flowed down Jewel’s face.

“I know your fears, and I’m asking you to trust me in spite of them.  Because you must know this about me: if I did not abandon you when you were outside my gates, I will not abandon you on the inside.”

“But you’re leaving.”

“Yes, but I am not leaving you alone.”

Just then, the door to the vault swung open, and a shadowy figure stepped into the opening.  “I thought you might need a helper, so my father sent the very best one he could think of.”

The man stepped forward, a shock of flaming red hair grabbing the light.  He was not very tall or very broad, but he looked powerful nonetheless.  In one hand, he held a scroll, in the other, a sword.

It was terrifying.

Jewel looked at the prince for an explanation because so far, this was worse than being left alone.

“My people call him the Adviser, although that hardly describes how important he is to me.  He is like my right arm.”

The adviser bowed slightly.

“My kingdom could not run without him!  There is not a stone he has not set in place, or a single person he has not helped to train in the ways of our father, the king.”

The adviser stepped forward and held out the scroll.

“In fact, he has brought you our ancient writings.  Everything you need to know about how to honor the king and live like me—it’s all here.  You don’t ever have to worry or wonder.  All you have to do is read it.” 

Jewel had tried to read the scrolls herself, but with every page, she felt like she had to unlearn everything she had ever known.  “It’s overwhelming,” Jewel admitted.  “I feel like I don’t know anything, and now you’re leaving and I’m supposed to just be you when I’m not even very good at being me.”

“You do not have to worry about being you, Jewel.  Just stay close to me, and you’ll begin to understand who you truly are.”   It was the adviser’s voice in her ears.  As he spoke, his eyes warmed with kindness, as if he could already see her adorned with all the riches in the prince’s kingdom.

With astonishment, she realized he loved her. 

“Why do you love me?” she blurted out, then clapped her hand over her mouth because she hadn’t meant to say it.  But how else could she respond when this man seemed to know and cherish her when they’d only just met?

“I love you because you are his.”

The answer was simple but profound.  The words sucked the breath right out of Jewel’s lungs.  Once again, she realized it was the prince who made her lovely.  It was the prince who made her loved.  And it was because of him that this adviser had come to her side.  Not because the adviser first loved her, but because of the perfect, reciprocal love he and the prince had for one another.

“You are his prized possession, Jewel,” the adviser was saying.  “You are his bride.  Do not fear.  I will use all the resources at my disposal to protect and defend you.  There is nothing I have not already overcome.”  

The Adviser

The Adviser

Jewel noted the sword at his side and was comforted.

She was also thankful she was no longer his enemy.  She knew that if she had met him just a short time before, she would not have been able to stand in his presence.  Surely, she had been full of the very things he was protecting the kingdom from.

As it was, Jewel felt a dividing was about to take place in her life.  There was no doubt in her mind that this adviser—this Advocate–would not hesitate to cut away the things that had no place on this side of the wall.

The sharp edge glinted in the light.  She couldn’t help but wonder how much of her would be left when he was through.

*Join us tomorrow for Day 22!

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{15} An Heir

31 Days: From Enemy to Heir

Day 15 of 31.  For day one, click on the image above.

The ancient door swung open, blinding Jewel with a radiant light from inside.  She could not see anything beyond the whiteness.  “Oh, what is it?” she gasped.

“Just a minute.  Your eyes will get used to it.”

Slowly, the sharp whiteness faded into brilliant sparkles of every conceivable color.  The light condensed into forms and shapes, until Jewel suddenly realized she was standing in an enormous treasury.

It was the biggest room she had ever set foot in.  Giant gilded columns reached up into the heavens to bear the weight of the vast, arching ceiling.  It was stretched high above her head like a canvas, and every inch of it was painted by a master artist.  Captivating murals, depicting the life of the prince and his kingdom, looked down on her from above.

But Jewel’s eyes could not look up, not at first.  Spread out before her, as far as her eyes could see, were riches.  Miles of gems in every cut and color, precious metals, the finest sculptures and paintings, a sea of inky silks, and pearls from the far corners of the world were there to behold.

Jewel looked at the prince in wonder.

“I have a very wealthy father,” he said, by way of explanation.

“I…I have never…I didn’t even know…”  She was absolutely stunned, and even a little terrified, by the opulence before her.  She did not know such riches existed in all the world.

“This is what I’ve been waiting to show you!” the prince said, taking her hand and leading her on a winding path through the vault. “Because it’s yours.  All of this—it’s yours.”

Jewel gasped and shook her head, recoiling at the very idea.  It was overwhelming to her even to wear the flawless stone he had given her on their wedding day.  She could not accept anything more.   It was all too much.

“It’s true, Jewel!  That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, my love.  Everything I have showed you in my kingdom, all of these riches, every beautiful thing of mine—it’s all yours.”

“No, no, no, this is not mine.”  She remembered a time when the Enchanter had given her some small trinket, and how it had made her greedy and jealous and hungry for more.  She remembered the way others had grabbed at it and hated her for it.  Now she was standing in the middle of a sea of riches, and her trinket was but a drop.   She could not imagine how now, she, the wretched Obscurity, could be the owner of such a fortune.

“You are my heir, Jewel.  It is yours.”

“How can this be?  You saw where I came from and this is just…this is beyond me!”  Jewel looked around, almost frantic, for something familiar.

“That is not who you are now, remember?  You are my chosen bride.  You are now an heir of everything I have.  This is what I rescued you for, Jewel!  I wanted to share this with you!”

An Heir

An Heir

“I don’t understand.  I thought you rescued me because you thought I would die.”

“I rescued you so you could live, Jewel.”

She stood in the midst of her husband’s riches and tried to comprehend it all.  “But it is enough,” she stammered.  “It is enough that you saved me.  You do not need to do this for me.”

“No, Jewel, I do.  This was my plan all along.  It is not enough that you did not die, and it is not enough that you live.  I want you to live richly!”

He could tell by the look on her face that she could not believe it.

“What kind of husband would I be if I brought you into my kingdom only to let you live poor?”  He paused for a second so she could let the thought sink in.  Then he added softly, “What would that say about me?”

Jewel knew what that would say about the prince, and she knew that it would be a lie.  He was not the kind of prince who could withhold any good thing from any one of his people.

He was the kind of prince who would spend it all for them.

He was the kind of prince who would make a harlot his bride, an enemy his heir. 

 

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