EDWARD The weight of failure bore down on me, a burden I couldn't escape. I sensed that I had played a part in whatever misfortune had befallen Edwina. Riding through the village, desperately seeking a place to heal her, every beat of my heart resonated with a tinge of guilt and regret. As the horse's hooves clattered on the uneven path, my forehead beaded with sweat, a testament to the fear gnawing at my insides. The village, once a backdrop to potential safety, now seemed a maze of uncertainty. The looming question echoed in my mind: What would become of me if Edwina didn't survive this ordeal? The unknown fate of the one I tried to protect fueled my anxiety, making each moment unbearable as we raced against time to find help. As we rode into the distance, I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of guilt that engulfed me. The weight of my decisions pressed heavily on my conscience, and the regret of not heeding Edwina's pleas gnawed at my soul. "I should have listened
Edward I have never been this afraid of anything in my life. I cannot lose the love of my life. My parents are dead and right now, she is the bane of my existence even though she did me wrong. I’d rather have her as a living enemy whom I would detest with every living breath that I take than not have her at all And death is not an option. The journey to find a healer felt like an eternity, with every passing moment increasing my fear of losing Edwina. The chariot finally came to a halt near a modest home, the abode of the village healer. A sense of urgency gripped me as I rushed to seek assistance, my only consolation being the hope that this healer possessed the knowledge and skills to mend the wounds that threatened to tear my world apart. The healer's home was unassuming, surrounded by the tranquility of the village. With a heavy heart, I carried Edwina out of the chariot, desperately seeking a remedy to the hazardous situation, an old man accompanied by two young ladi
EdwardI have never been this afraid of anything in my life. I cannot lose the love of my life. My parents are dead and right now, she is the bane of my existence even though she did me wrong. I’d rather have her as a living enemy whom I would detest with every living breath that I take than not have her at all And death is not an option.The journey to find a healer felt like an eternity, with every passing moment increasing my fear of losing Edwina. The chariot finally came to a halt near a modest home, the abode of the village healer.A sense of urgency gripped me as I rushed to seek assistance, my only consolation being the hope that this healer possessed the knowledge and skills to mend the wounds that threatened to tear my world apart.The healer's home was unassuming, surrounded by the tranquility of the village. With a heavy heart, I carried Edwina out of the chariot, desperately seeking a remedy to the hazardous situation, an old man accompanied by two young ladies approached
Edward I sat beside her quietly through the night, watching quietly and waiting for my love to wake up. The night stretched endlessly as I sat vigil beside her unconscious form.The dim light in the room cast a gentle glow on Edwina 's features, highlighting the delicate contours of her face. Every breath she took was a reassurance, of her fragile existence. In the silence, the weight of my regrets pressed heavily upon me. I couldn't escape the haunting memories of my wrongs against her, a bunch of mistakes that had led us to this extreme moment. Her tranquility in sleep masked the turmoil she had endured, a reflection of the storm that raged within me. The flickering candlelight mirrored the wavering hope in my heart, desperate for a chance to witness her waking moments. A smile from her would be the antidote to the numbness that gripped my heart, the restoration of a flame quenched by my foolishness. In that quiet, endless night, I vowed to rectify the wrongs, to be the
EdwinaEverything I had worked for, the dreams I had, all crumbled before my eyes like a fragile sandcastle swept away by the tide. I was nothing more than a pawn, an innocent accomplice in Damien's wicked schemes.My heart ached with the sting of loss. My mother, father, Queen Olivia, and sweet Benita—all sacrificed at the altar of Damien's sinister plans. Their lives were extinguished for nothing more than my blind obedience, a blind trust that rendered me an instrument of destruction.The realization clawed at my conscience—I had played a role in all their demisesThe weight of regret clung to my every breath, The path I had chosen, guided by misplaced trust and misguided decisions, led to the ruin of everything I held dear.I was ensnared in Damien's web of evil—a pawn in a game of treachery that claimed the lives of those closest to me. My mother, father, Queen Olivia, and dear Benita—all fallen victim to the diabolic plans I unintentionally aided.In the solitude of my grief, qu
EdwinaWhy does Edward insist on making this all about him once more? It's as if he revels in the spotlight, basking in the glory that comes with being a king. A foolish king if you ask me!He should have seized the opportunity to eliminate Damien or the witch, If the lory thing is so important to him, he couldn't resist the urge to play the hero once again. He desires to alternate between the roles of the savior and the stern punisher.A twisted game of good cop and bad cop, with me as the unwilling pawn.I don't want any savings anymore. the time for that is passed and he missed it, all I wanted was to die.Is he saving me just for the personal pleasure of enslaving me again?I will not live that life again, in fact, I have no reason to live. it is over because there is nothing and no one to live for.I lost my rage after Edward took me out from Avalor all in the name of saving me.Benita had put herself in the mix too by confronting Damien and she was paying for the price of her st
EdwinaI sat on the floor with Benita's cold body, with no intention of getting up from there.Rebeca continued yelling and seeking attention while I sat down to mourn. I didn't care what would happen to me at that moment.I was looking for an easy way to just leave the world with the people whom I had lost.The guards who surrounded me seemed to have run out of patience, they wanted to dispose of Benita’s body so that we could continue the journey.Two of them came towards me to pull me away but what they didn't know was that I was ready for them.I took out the knife from my tight strap and immediately they walked towards me, I took the knife to my neck immediately.“If you come close to me, I'll take my life, and guess whose life would be taken after your king realizes that you couldn't perform the simple task of keeping me safe?” I threatened and they knew the threat was legit so they stepped back. confused about what to do next.“Don't listen to her she makes an empty threats!” R
EDWINA"Edwina!" Edward called me but I wasn’t willing to hear a thing he would say."Edwina!" I finally caught up to her and grasped her arm, pleading for her to halt. My heart thudded with a mixture of regret and longing."Edwina, please! You can't just go..." I begged; my voice laden with the weight of unspoken emotions."Why, Edward? Please give me one reason why. Because of the ridiculous rumor saying I killed your mother. Because you want me to suffer? Tell me! If you want to punish me, go ahead now! I think I should do it for you."I moved to him so that he could see there was no fear in my eyes as I proceeded to do what I was about to do. He is a coward who didn’t dare to do. He has accused me of killing his parents and conspiring with Damien, he should give me the right sanctions for traitors rather than push me around for his pleasure. Stupid Narcissistic punk.I held the sharp knife tightly in my hands and looked into his eyes with my teary eyes. I don’t even feel sad anymo