Flavius
I lay in bed as the sun rises, an
opening to the third day I haven’t seen Ellie. For the past three days, I've been hard at work training with Soren, eagerly waiting for Ellie to quickly finish her work at the castle. Three days ago, Ellie came to me telling me how she was going to discuss something important with the king, and I haven't seen her since. Soren told me the day after that, she was rushing the wedding planning in order to get a day off.Last I spoke with Ellie,
Nora I jump up from the chair,practically sprinting towards Flavius and Gregory. I hadn't expected their union to be flowers and rainbows, but I never expected Flavius to hit the king. I reach them just as Flavius is pulling Gregory from the floor by the collar of his shirt. In my moment of panic, I shove Flavius away from Gregory. Without realizing, I push Flavius a little too hard,sending him across the room. He falls back,
Flavius Ellie leans back in her seat,propping her feet up on the table.Shelooks at me,her violeteyesburning with questions. "You know Flavius, you have never told me what it was like when you were young and living with your mother. What kind of person was she, your mother?" She asks tentatively. "Though the t
I sit quietly at the foot ofmother'sbed, as all the people that were once gathered around her begin to leave. When they are all gone,I watch as she slowly sits up giving me a soft smile. "Mother, tellme they were lying! Tell me you're not going to die!" I shout between sobs. Without saying a word,she pulls me into her arms her hazel eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry,
Nora I watch Flavius closely as his glazed-over brown eyes stare off into the distance as if recalling something from a faraway time. Sorrow and happiness swirl around in his bright brown embers. Slowly,I pull my feet from where they are resting atop the table. Pushing myself forward,I rest my arm on the table placing my head in my hand. Ireach out,pokingFlavius on the forehead
I watch Flavius's retreating form for a moment, beforeturningaroundto facethe castle gates. The early morning sun hangs just barely above the horizon,causing me to sigh with relief. I normally leave the castle in the early morning,but I have never found myself sneaking back in. Stealthily,I slink my way through the castle halls only to turn a corner and find myself face
Two weeks have gone by sincewecame to the decision to turn down Gregory's offer. In order to avoid talking with Gregory, I have been busying myself with the wedding planning. I still find the time to meet with Flavius,though sometimes I cannot. My afternoons,per Soren's doing, are spent having tea with Geoffrey much to my dismay. The cool morning air caressesmy skin like a cold silk blanket. I stare out at the glimmering blue lake
Gwen approaches me with a wide grin plastering her face. She grabs a loose strand of my hair,twirling it around her finger. Instinctively,I yank my head away. "My,my. Look what you have become," Gwen taunts, wagging her pointer finger back and forth. Ignoring her words,I spit out, "What do you want?"
I havebeen locked in this cell for so long I do not even know how many more days until the wedding. The only thing keeping me going is my anger. I have been betrayed by everyone who I thought loved me. My heart is filled with profound darkness, the kind of darkness found in a deep, bottomless chasm. The lack of light down here that had once bothered me so much is now normal. My world is now etched in charcoal, the vibrant hues of the outdoors feel like a distant dream. The poison coursing through my veins pushes me to the edge of insanity. I fear that without my smoldering anger I would lose myself in the darkness of my mind. My anger is warm and encompassing pushing away my deep loneliness. So,I focus on my anger, holdin