Distress: Day 9

Word Count: 54,018

Summary of Events:

Having now found the Prince of Sygæðelwulf, Olwyn pondered how he might be revived, as she otherwise wouldn't be able to get him out of the fortress on her own. She considered sneaking into the Queen's bedroom to see if she could lift the glass lid off of the prince and find out how to revive him, but stalled initially because she feared the Queen would find out, but when she became confident the Queen wouldn't know because she wasn't a druid, Olwyn decided to go in — which involved a nerve-wracking half-minute in the Queen's dark sitting area while she unlocked the door into the windowed bedroom . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

She leaned against the door between the two rooms for a fair bit of time before she pushed herself off of the door and hurried across the floor to where the prince lay, rather well-lit by the sun shining in through the windows and the light, gossamer curtains.

He looked just as serene, peaceful, and still as he had before, as if she might be able to wake him by knocking on the glass and just having him be able to lift it off of himself with her helping to guide it into the proper place.

Olwyn didn’t knock on the glass though, certain such an effort would be futile, but instead started looking for a way that the lid might remove.

She observed there were no hinges, nor any latches, that were in any way securing the lid to the pedestal, thus it would have to be completely lifted off onto the floor, which looked even trickier now that Olwyn was looking at the cover than it had seemed in her head.

Somewhat gently she tried positioning her hands in several different places on the lid and trying even to shift it slightly — as there was enough room around him in all directions that she would be able to do such a thing — but no matter how hard she pushed the lid didn’t budge, and it didn’t look like there was anything for obstacles that might prevent her from sliding it around.

Neither could Olwyn find any handholds or even just gaps between the lid and the surface against which it was resting to get her fingers under and lift the lid. It was as securely in place as if someone would’ve locked it and thrown away the key.

Because she didn’t know if she could revive the prince — much less how long it would take for her to do so — Olwyn didn’t dare break the glass, but she knew that to try and find a way to lift the glass lid away and get at the prince was a futile effort on her part.

There was still a fair amount of time left before the Queen would be done with her worshipping, and Olwyn wanted to make the most of her opportunity with the prince, so she decided to stay and see what she could see of the prince, particularly relating to how exactly one was to go about reviving him out of his slumber so that he could escape the fortress under his own power — which Olwyn hoped he might use to aid her as well.

If there were any bloodstains on his clothes they were invisible due to the fact that his clothing was black and the blood would’ve long dried.

It didn’t even look to Olwyn like he had a wound near to his heart like the man telling the tale had said, but because the tale had detailed that the prince’s clothes had been changed, it wasn’t really surprising that his clothes didn’t have any marks that showed where he had been wounded.