The first time the full moon rose, she tried to lock herself up, it was less effective than she thought it would be. He found her and unleashed her in the blink of an eye. His security was tighter than she thought. She really underestimated him on that one.
Now, here she was, wasted away in her own chambers, invisible chains tied up to her form as she cried glowing tears. She knew what he wanted, and she knew what he would do to her if she lied.
Recently though, she began to have hope. It was regarding the lost princess.
Opal… Abby… She wished them well.
“Witch,” the newly crowned king called out as he entered her room. As he walked in, she noticed his golden locks seemed to be darkening. His eyes he hid behind his hair, but she knew he was in a particularly bad mood. “Give me news about her,” he demanded her, and she smiled at him, showing off her confidence. He would not let her pass her walls.
“Your sister… Princess Opal is alive…” she said, as if in awe, and the prince-turned king fell on his knees. “Your Majesty, she’s alive!” She saw him vulnerable for once, and she knew that he got him.
The king then stood up and staggered towards her. She quickly grabbed his shoulders and steadied him. Liquid fell from his eyes, falling onto the carpet. He was shaking. “C-can I see h-her?” he stuttered, desperate to grab her hand. Lily knew this and dropped him, where he fell to the ground. “Witch…” he snapped at her.
“My name isn’t ‘witch’!” she cried, feeling offended at his name for her. “You are not to see your sister right now!”
She knew what he would do if he knew. The last thing she wanted was for him to know. It would alter the path they were going on. And she needed this to be the path that the world would take. “You… you… how dare you! If you didn’t have that power, then you would’ve been executed along with the rest of those rebel spies that we captured!” Lily had to fib.
“If you see her now,” she began, her voice lowering to a whisper, “then you may never see her again.” She pushed him away, not wanting him to assault her and causing her even more pain. The king can’t manipulate her. He can’t know too much.
He scoffed at her. “What do you know about it?”
She glared at him, for once not afraid of him, or her future punishments she’ll receive. “I know plenty. For instance, I know that you will be reunited. Someone will find her, and she will come back, I can promise you that.”
“And how can you be certain, witch?”
“Because, that is the path we are taking. But—” She lowered her head, “—if you see her now, the path of fate will change, and everything you know about her will change.” In that one moment, the moment she knew she was in charge, she felt lighter, she felt herself freer, glowing, floating. She closed her eyes and let herself slip away.
Then, she sank back to reality when she felt the chilling fingers of the king cling onto her arms, squeezing them tightly. For the first since he entered his room, she saw his eyes. His once clear golden eyes turning slightly more copper-like, and widened and red, as if he hadn’t slept in days. “Careful of what you do around here, witch,” he growled. “Be prepared for what’s coming to you.” He released her from his aching grip, and she fell onto her bed as he exited the room, the door clicking behind him.
Abby, I hope you still think of me, she said to herself.
Another tear dropped on her finger. She looked at it and squinted to see a strange boy with fiery red hair being taken prisoner, the officers dragging him into the castle. Her eyes widened at this sudden realization. She removed herself off of her bed and ran towards the door, banging on it.
“Let me out!”
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