It is no secret that I am a bibliomania when it comes to reading. Bibliomania is an extreme passion for books. Which is funny since my favorite genre is historical romances (passion - romance--get it? *lol) So what does that have to do with my question of does art create romance or does romance create art?
Example: Hiraeth - a bittersweet sense of missing something or someone you love, while still being grateful for their existence. A longing for home or that time that felt like home.
~ To Catch an Earl by Kate Bateman
If you are wondering where this is going, well the Gooblin King received his name, Hir'aeth. It is a Welsh word with no direct English translation, but the definition also has something to do with the Gooblin's King's personality.
So what is so important and why is the King of the Trolls trying to find a blue rose? Ahhh, but this is not just any colorful flower. This is a treasure of great mystery and power! The Blue Rose is one of the greatest treasures in all of the Realm of Wymsy but it has been hidden for a very long time by the Sleeping Sisters...
Maybe you will understand more if you knew the tale? It all began a long time ago, not very far from this spot, and it involved four sisters who were just trying to find a way not to get into any more trouble... but let's have Awena tell the tale...
The more Hewy thought about it, the more he was convinced that the King must have another reason for summoning him than just to write the music for another party. "I bet it has something to do with Hungry," he guessed. At this time his own stomach rumbled as he had been waiting quiet a long time and was beginning to get hungry before finally Drat, the King's minion, came to invite Hewy into the royal chambers.
"How may I serve you sire?" Hewy asked as he quickly backed away from the King to be a safe.
"Hewy, I have heard about a young Wish Dragon and that you are to be one of his teachers, is that correct?" Before Hewy could reply though, the King kept talking... "It has been a long time since the Dragons have been in the realm, do you think that you could bring him here to meet with me? I would really like to have a private chat with him," asked the King, again giving him that wink-wink. Now, when a King asks for something of one of his subjects, it really is not a request, it is a nice way of saying that he wants something and it is up to the one being asked to get it. The Troll Kingdom is no exception.
Hewy knew he was going to need to answer this request but he hoped he could delay it for a little while. "I will have to meet with the young Wish Dragon, sire," answered Hewy, "as he is currently with his other teachers."
"Now, the next step in getting the Blue Rose begins," snickered Druzzy with a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his larcenous eyes.
Later, as Efem and the Dowager were walking around the tournament field admiring the beautiful Nytemares competing against each other, the Dowager asked Efem "Have you heard anything in the Mushroom line about Hewy's new commission to the Troll King and what the King is like? I have been gone quite a while and maybe the Baron has met the Troll King, but I have never been introduced to him myself."
"I had not heard about a commission and I don't know anything about the King of the Trolls personally, only gossip of what the Twitter Birds retweet about him. They say that he can be a devil," Efem answered.
"Oh No!" Griselda exclaimed. "Do you mean he is evil? We don't need that here!" "No... No..." smiled Efem. "He not the blackhearted, world destroying evil type. The buzzing I have been hearing is that he is more the minor, mischievous imp, wicked-fun type than dark evil. Just not someone you would trust your family fortune too! Eventually he would find a way to keep it and have you working for him too."
"Oh" the Dowager sighed. "Then he could still be dangerous in his own way," dreamily smiling as she gazed at a knight riding a Nytemare in the jousting arena... "We will have to keep an eye on him - for Hewy's sake of course." Efem, realizing that Griselda was staring at the knight and not the horse, turned startled eyes to the Dowager and smiled, "Griselda, aren't you too old for such nonsense?"
The Dowager, turning her big innocent eyes towards her answered with a laugh, "I'm not dead yet!"
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