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The young prince had done the unthinkable. Not only did he murder an innocent woman, he has just unleashed a monster onto the kingdom he loved so dearly.
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Weeks have passed since that unforgettable night. But the memory lies fresh in their minds. Cordelia, the Queen Mother of the Woodlands, was growing restless. Her son's "episodes" were growing worse and more violent. Not to mention, becoming far from controllable. A fog of unease hangs in the air of the kingdom. Although most villagers and officials were blind to these incidents, they could still feel the chilling nature of said events in their bones and left blissfully unaware of the approaching danger. Similar to that of a deer, unknown to the fact that a lone wolf was stalking closer and closer. Preparing for it's next feast.
Cordelia's thoughts dispersed as her brother-in-law, the older prince by just a few years, slipped through the doors of her study.
"Your Majesty, the carriage has arrived.", Malaki paused, waiting to gauge the Queen's reaction before he continued this conversation. Before the mutt of the royal family could ask the one question brimming under the surface of his mind, the middle aged woman beat him to it.
"My messengers informed me that my doll has been groomed to perfection... The time has finally come for that monster within my child to meet it's maker", smirked Cordelia, grinding her teeth in anticipation . Herself and the trusted advisors, whom have been informed of the prince's condition, have been waiting for this day for the past seven years. The time has come to put an end to this nightmare
Miles away, while this very conversation was taking place, I was rushing about. So much so that I resembled a mere chicken with it's head cut off. My youthful legs carried me to even the darkest corners of the sanctuary, and yet my lady was no where to be found. However, there was one place left I had not checked, my fragile heart stopped at the mere thought of my lady being in that dark abyss, all alone.
With a trembling hand, I grasped the cold medal handle that lead down to the basement. On it's own accord, my body automatically prepared itself to venture down into the darkness, thanks to the powerful adrenaline pumping through my blood. I pushed myself to descend the cobble stair-case. The air noticeably becoming thicker because of the outbreak of tension growing in the atmosphere. These walls held no secrets, the quietest of mumbling could be heard with little to no effort from the onlookers on the floor above. And so as my feet touched down, I could clearly hear the conversation taking place in darkest corner of the basement. The twitch of my ear picked up on the raised voice of a man. I had my own suspicions of just whom said voice belonged to but I was more focused on the subject matter of the conversation. Never the less, to any outsider it would seem the man was in the early stages of loosing his mind, because of the ongoing conversation he seemed to be having with himself. However, I knew my lady better than anyone. She never spoke out of turn or talked back for that matter, not anymore...
Just as I was about to inject myself into the equation, the sharp sound of flesh grazing flesh echoed throughout the basement. The air stilled, no servant has ever dared to lay a hand on my young lady, until today that is. In just the blink of an eye, the atmosphere shifted. The tides have changed, and the predator has become the prey just like that.
The teacher stood in shock, the sting of the slap still vibrating off his palm. With wide-eyes the teacher began to stutter as he watched bright flickers of light emanate off Celine's hunched form, with one hand lingering on the injured cheek. I watched, feet glued to the ground as her unbreakable reserve cracked. One could insult, humiliate, and go as far as inflicting mental torment on my lady, and she would take it with grace. On the other hand, physical contact was a whole other story. Celine's mind was long gone, destroyed beyond repair, but she still had her useless shell that had failed to protect her in the past. Perhaps it was Celine's pride, but she would do anything to hide the shattered fragments of her heart. Even if it meant protecting her outer shell from damage.
And so, I will spare you the gruesome details of that headmaster's fate. He died, a slow and painful death by my lady's hand. I never did find out what the two argued about, only that the teacher took it too far and got punished for it. Frankly I did not care, I only care about the well-being of my lady and protector, Celine.
Celine turned to me in that moment, the remnants of her wrath leaked from her deadly stare. Golden eyes met met my dark orbs, we did not break contact for many breathes. Finally realization flooded my system, bringing me back to reality, and I broke eye contact.
"The time has come my lady, you will be finally free of this prison", I stated, back arching in a deep and honest bow. A chill ran down my spine as Celine replied, "And onto a whole new one, perhaps these mortals will know the definition of respect. Although I sincerely doubt it.". She said as an eery smile slipped into place on Celine's godly features.
She was a raging storm of fury, and yet so beautiful.
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