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When I remembered Emily’s death, all I did want to do was scream to myself for not avenging her properly. She didn’t deserve that. In no doubt, she didn’t. A death from her own best friend, because of a set-up. But, with Caspian, I had re-assurance. That when I was his wife… when I was Queen, I would get the revenge I wanted. Just like Caspian said, Nynaeve had made my gown. A white dress, just like the tale from the girl with Cinders. It was the most beautiful gown I had ever seen— a sweetheart neckline, embedded with rhinestones, just at the waistline, going down the floor, like a powerful carpet. While Caspian was dressed as a royal pirate. Didn’t make any sense, but he insisted his attire came richly from a Captain’s cap, trousers, cloth, jacket and literally everything including the majestic boots. My mate looked just as if he stepped out of a contemporary romance novel. As a prince charming would, even though it was far from that… “Do you, Ava Knight, accept His Majesty
“The dead has no business with the living,” Caspian snarled at her. “Why are you here? Who summoned you, to earth, to my Kingdom?” Unveiling her cloak, she walked forward. Towards us, in a red dress, with her chin held up high, sashaying. “You have no idea, do you?” Lydia constructed. “Oh Ava, you can’t keep things from your own mate?” she said, in a façade of a worried expression. She was clearly trying to create a problem, and use it to her advantage. But I wasn’t that stupid. In a fighting stance, my paws elongated from my fingers, so did my fangs from my teeth. Get behind me. Caspian mind linked me. I have to protect both you and our pup. He added protectively. Now. I did as he said, while he stepped forward at her. “You used to be an ex-Knight; whose death was honored amongst us. Seeing you here means only two things. That you were summoned or never died.” Caspian seethed, with a look of dominance. “If it’s the latter, then we are going to have a problem.” She leaned in,
“W-what are you saying, mum?” Trembling in disbelief, I asked her. “Just who does he think he is, to show up anytime?!” “That bastard.” I seethed, with angry tears filling my eyes. Thinking he could show up again. Making us to think he cared, then leaving again. “You need to calm down, dear. He was sorry that you had to go to the choosing. Your dad aims to make peace with us.” Mum said. Peace? “There is no peace, mum. Not with us, his second family. He should look for peace with his first.” I said, looking around at the happy guests. Caspian was with some group of men, I recognized to be chiefs and elders. I recognized some from the Great Dance. “He’s still your father, dear. My husband,” “He has another wife, mum! Another set of children in his district. A family he cherishes more. He’s trying to use us again!!” I exclaimed immediately. “Get that into your head, please…” I untangled my hands from her shoulders. Her hands connected with my face, giving me a fitful slap. The
“This is where things are supposed to come to an end. Each minute, this journey seems like the start. Don’t know if happily married is an overstatement.” – Ava King *Present reality* “It’s okay!” I declared immediately at the guards, who outstretched their swords towards mum. “It’s our duty to protect you, Queen Mother!” One of the guards declared, bowing down. “Are you sure this woman’s not a threat?” “She’s my mother,” I braced myself up, declaring with a smile. “She has all rights to slap me,” I chuckled, looking around. “Carry on with the party!” The invited guests laughed it off, and the musical instruments commenced playing instantly. The lively energy was back that instant. I directed myself to face mum, that minute. Her face held a look of disbelief and mockery. “Are you okay, mum?” I asked her immediately. She was just recovering and it’d be safe to ask her. “Are you okay?” I repeated, desperately putting my hands on her shoulders. Mum ripped it off immediately, gl
Being able to help with his scars… and him with mine, is the best feeling ever. I love him, that’s what matters – Ava King --- “It’s our wedding night remember?” At my words, I kissed him on the forehead while he entered my bosoms with my hands wrapped around him tightly. A gust of wind blew from outside, rolling a vase off the cupboard. Thus, affecting his long dark hair, which moved in tune with mine. “Yes, it is, mate.” He muttered, kissing me back. This time, on my lips though. It was…gentle, soft, and... My thoughts stopped when I saw tears flowing freely from his eyes, as he dimmed it shut. The room, totally dark. Could have sworn I felt a part of my heart break. “It’s okay now, I’m here.” I sweetly said. “We would make her pay. We would make Lady Archer happy from her grave...” “We would. We have to,” Caspian stood up from my bosoms, saying and, taking my chin in his hands. Though healed, it was trembling swiftly. At his sudden movements, my thoughts were recomposed.
Cilicia’s PovI was born in a brothel.My mum was a whore, with no sense of shame. Dad…got mixed with merchants. Not that he was one himself, more like a servant who got himself a favour for a night.My mum happened to spread her legs apart, at her most fertile moment. Herbal concoctions got wrong, and I showed up. Ruining her customers. Was told she’d curse every day, and fight for her rights.She got none though.She had to squeeze in with some butchery market, flaking hides off, till her water broke. Mum was back to the brothel, the instant I dropped out of her lady part.I’d say her mouth was a hell of a truth pill, cause she never hid a single thing from me. “I didn’t plan for you, Cece,” she’d say, in a sweet tone, reminding me of the nature of my birth.“But now you’re here, you’d better make it worth it.”Mum repeated those words, daily, ever since I could walk. The instant I became a teenager, I was used to seeing adults screwing in the weirdest of places. I knew the shade o
~A Letter Written in the Castle Five days to the Districts’ Plagues~ Dearest Felicia, I hope you’re happy with the current situation of the castle. Very sure you know who this is, and believe me when I say, I’m not asking for anything. Just want to know if you remember those pies mama made us, as kids? If she were here today, I doubt she’d be happy at the way things turned out. We couldn’t find the chest and… I got greedy. Forgetting my own sister, my own blood. And, I’m sorry. I regret my doings, Felicia. Not asking you to forgive me, but, please don’t let me die in the hands of Ava. Yours truly, Francesca. A Letter Replying Francesca’s Will and Intent Dearest Francesca, My twin, ex-friend and sister. I remember the pies mum made. I also noticed you failed to add the weather ( a sunny and warm day) That minute, I wished things remained that way. A small happ
All through when we rode back to the castle, I had the chest in my grip, holding it tightly.Even when the guards offered to help, I turned it down, numbly. With my mind still far off at the thought of Jasmine.Couldn’t believe she had been with me all this while. Just the thought of it made me upset…Hated the fact that I couldn’t do anything to help her. Nynaeve had to explain that what I requested for was virtually impossible. A re-incarnation could happen but certainly not the exchanging of lives or souls cause the Moon Goddess wasn’t the devil.“You almost died.” someone gritted out. I realized it was Alcander that had said those words. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? Leaving at the last moment?”“I-““That was because of the catastrophe attached to unbinding the spell.” Nynaeve cut me off, with a stern expression directed to Alcander.“The Queen doesn’t have to explain her reasons for staying that long, Alcander.”My hands clasped around the chest more tightly, wi