Humans are manipulative when it comes to playing with emotions. They can wear hundreds of faces just to hide their own intentions. They are foolish and ignorant who sought satisfaction for their own desires.
What can I do? When I belong to the place, where I am called as a human.
I am the same as those filthy insects roaming around the surface of the Empire.
The loud chatters, the nauseous smell of their perfumes and their repulsive eyes as if telling 'Let's see, what this girl can do.'
This is a trial where justice isn't needed, that righteousness isn't valid and even the criminal will have to play as the victim to win the trial.
A trial where nobles are the ones who can choose what's right and wrong.
"Lady Talia D'aureville, fianceé of Crown Prince Hades Sylvestre. Please come forward and state your statement as the final judge of the second trial," the Bishop announced.
A chilling te
Thank you for all the the gems and support you've given to me. I appreciate it! I love you guys and enjoy reading!
I stared all over my body from the mirror and stuck out my tongue when I found that I'm looking a bit weird with my outfit.I snapped my neck and sniffed hard until I can no longer feel any air from my nose."May I ask why do I have dark circles under my eyes?" I asked."Because you felt extremely happy of what happened yesterday your Highness," Fara answered.I suddenly feel like I want to vomit, this is getting bad. I haven't had enough sleep due to what happened yesterday, it was too sudden that I got so happy.The Butler was beheaded at exactly afternoon and after that, I haven't had my sleep.Not even a blink.I stretched my arms before I grinned. "Let's go Fara," I said.She looked at me from head to toes before she shook her head."You can't go out in that state your Highness.""What's with my appearance?" I asked.She sighed before pullin
Third Person's pov. The heavy footsteps of Hades, carrying the sleeping Talia on his arms made the servants avoid their eyes and pretend that they didn't saw anything. He walked straight to her chamber while humming in the defeand silent of the hallway inside the Emerald Palace. He tilt his head and stared carefully on the man, leaning against the door of Talia's chamber. He stopped, and stood in front of Pursues. "Are you having an affair with my fianceé?" Hades asked. Pursues chuckled before he gritted his teeth when his eyes glanced at the sleeping Talia. "I didn't expect you to carry her when you don't even think of her as your wife," Pursues said. "Put her down," he added with a tone full of authority. Hades remained unfazed and decided to walked passed before Pursues. He opened the door and entered the silent chamber. "What do yo
Talia's pov.Tick'tock Tick'tockThe inky sound of the clock hover the tension between the two of us.The way his fingers touched the chess piece was like a bubble of catastrophe—it's calm yet disastrous."Check." He tapped his index finger on the table while humming. The tone was peaceful yet it's like a horrific sound passing through my ears.I moved the horse on the c7 square and twitched when I saw how he grinned."Why did you sacrificed your horse instead of moving your King?" he asked.His smile grew more predatory, as my lips moved sideways and a twisted grin appeared."A sacrificial is the best advantage. You need to take a risk and gamble your pieces to create an advantage," I answered.I leaned forward, looking utterly cold. I clutched my fingers and fought the urge to smack his face when I saw how he grinned playfully. 
Painted in 1562, Bruegel's depiction of this subject of Lucifer falling with his fallen angels is taken from a passage from Revelation 12, and reveals the artist's profound debt to Hieronymus Bosch. This is shown through the grotesque, ugly or distorted, figures painted as half-human and half-apocalyptic creatures.Lucifer was designed to be a perfect angel. He fell from heaven because of his pride and rebellion against God's divine plan, which was to appoint Jesus as the people's savior. Lucifer coerced one-third of the angels to follow his lead in the rebellion and to assist in appointing him to be the new "God." The sin of pride caused the fall of Lucifer and his companions and resulted in the "war in heaven." The archangel Michael was given the duty to drive Lucifer and the fallen angels out of heaven. The conflict of good and evil as well as vice and virtue are constant recurring themes throughout Bruegel's work.The painting is a split landscape with the top port
Third Person's Pov. Northern Lands... "This is what I am pertaining when the Asla tried to crossed the centre mountain. They are just creating their plan while camping at this side, wouldn't it be obvious that they are waiting for us to attack first before them?" "But Commander, it is not yet confirmed that the Asla people is camping at the south side, we need to send some people—" "There's no need Barett, the Asla can't stay one place at a time. I am only giving you an example that they are trying to make us attack first before them," Pursues said to Barett. Barett scratched his head while looking confused. He couldn't understand what Pursues is saying since it's not his level to understand how a royalty thinks. The tent suddenly opened and Misak entered. He was chasing his breath while extremely exhausted. "Your Highness, t-the c-crown p-princess is here." Th
Talia's Pov. "Isn't that the second Prince who brought the victory from the war?" "Really? I didn't realized that it was him. He was a child back then when I saw him in the Palace, he's gotten handsome right?" "I thought so, I heard he's here to find a wife." A wife? Hmm, that's weird. I glanced at his direction who was sipping his wine while leaning against the wall. He looks uninterested. I heard he came back from the war 2 days ago and yet he looks fine, is that how strong he is? Well, he got big muscles and well-built body. A height of 6'10 and his eyelashes were long that it's making me stare longer. His lips were moving sexily while licking the remaining wine from the glass. Is that how seductive a man from the war? I put my wine glass on the table and walked closely to his direction. I remained emotionless until I got closer to him. What is this? He
I felt like someone is indeed watching me inside my chamber. I don't know where and how did he able to watch over me with such distance. A trained assassin? A spy? Or maybe a hunter who was sent to shoot my head? I smirked. "How amusing..." He pointed the riffle on my temple. He leaned closer and grabbed a palm of my hair while wearing an emotionless face. "You charged inside the Imperial Palace and took out the servants who was guarding my chamber. I see..." "It sounds like a mythological hero's tale," I whispered and grabbed the end of the riffle and pressed it harder on my temple. "Wouldn't it be sexier if you press it harder?" I asked and licked my lower lip. Fara was about to stabbed his back but I was able to stop her. "Please don't continue the impolite behavior and leave us." He glanced at Fara before he lowered the riffle. He sat on the table and leaned cl
Dear Duke Seviel Lavescha, How have you been? The trial must have been created a path for you to enlarge your reputation since our side won the trial. I couldn't contact you the moment when the trial ended, I've become too busy and I hardly have enough time to communicate with you. Do you know the story entitled 'The Remember'? A man experiences rapid, reverse evolution. He goes from man to ape to sea turtle, losing about a million years a day. It's a famous tale I heard when I visited the temple. The weather seems nice and I actually want you to taste the new tea I discovered yesterday. Wouldn't it be better for us to have a little chat? I'll be waiting for your news Duke Lavescha. I hope that you will have a great day... Yours,&nb
Book 2 will be published soon! Thank you for reading HER REVERSED TIME and for all your supports! Book 2 will have a different title and plot. Expect that new characters will be added and answers will be unveil on the next season. I will publish it next month, I hope that everyone is still there. I hope that everyone will still remain and support this book. I appreciate all your feedbacks and time, I couldn't describe it in words how grateful I am. I didn't expect that this book will have thousands of readers. Thank you very much... See you soon everyone! Yours, DuchessLucia
I took a deep breath before getting the pen and the paper on my bag. I opened the 13th page and started writing.“Spring has come but I feel like Iʼm a naked body standing outside the winter. Shivering and being devoured by the cold. All those days of plague and pain has overwhelmed me and turned my life into mayhem. Little by little I am swallowed by the devastating world and hollowed by afflictions and self-doubt.Those floral days are over, paradise fled away and transmigrated into a dire world filled with pure melancholy.”Upon writing those words I crumpled the paper and throwed it. I dropped my pen for I donʼt know what to write anymore. When I turn my gaze outside the window, the sunset was creating a light to the path of freedom.I smiled with warmth painted on my face. As I started to write another letter for the next 14th page.Dear Unknown,
The sky wears a mix color of black and gray. I cast about some luscious voice but heard the whisper of the cold wind that will likely bring downpour and thunder.Later I witnessed the cloudburst of little white flowers so as all the grievance and mourning that spreads sorrow to the entire atmosphere.I literally donʼt understand the unforseen happenings but wished for all of them to quit whining. Seconds had passed, I saw myself somewhere deep in a cold stratum. I didnʼt realize that darkness offered tranquility in this overwhelming situation. It goes like this all the time, I miss everything that I had back then such as the chirping of the little birds that creates a soothing melody. Ocean waves rage and banged through the sea rocks. Itʼs been too long since Iʼve seen the dawn so as the sun that peeks through the mountain and greets a good morning. I havenʼt seen the stars and the moon and couldnʼt grasp a chance to acquaint them all my lamentations and
Third Person's pov.Her mind must be a grave of unsaid thoughts and those unspoken that are fettered with tribulation. She spent an hour of looking her own reflection through the whole body-sized mirror. A tall woman of more than average of a statue, a lustrous neck length hair with a white fitted wedding gown.Her eyes were sparkling with solitude and her mind was fighting with compatriot. She, who has the power of vengeance will step inside the sacred room to proceed with the rebellion. She wears a lustrous image but she wrote a bloody rhymes inside her mind.She once dreamed of wearing a beautiful wedding dress, she once dreamed a peaceful wedding with her husband on her side. It was a vintage pavement on her mind that only withered like a dry branches.Narrowed by how the time passed by whilst she was standing with power and confidence on a whole body-sized mirror that was bereft by serene melodies.A glitch of her
Talia's pov.Mind of mine was in its peaceful state, caught up with the silence of the whole room. Lately, I've been grasping the scent of old books I've always read in the past. I missed the old times, the scent of books and painted calligraphy so as discerning the dust particles in the air from the old bookshelves.While I am sipping the tea from my teacup, I was reminiscing the old good times when I was still at my teenage years. I was the lady who chose to stay silent and lived a life without getting involved into any tensions."Rumors that the nobles failed to pass their request about abolishing your crown. That's why the Sylvestrian people are creating a ruckus outside the Imperial Palace to surrender the imperial seal," Declan said.I hummed and put the teacup on the table. "I guess they aren't good enough," I mumbled.A servant suddenly arrived while holding a tray of glass of water and a medicine. "Greetings,
Third person's pov.The clock hits midnight and its sound was echoing throughout the tranquility of the night. The storm was on a rage outside while the nobles and governed officials were silently aligned inside the inner court of the Imperial Palace.They commence a meeting in order for them to propose their assumptions and as usual, they are taking advantage of the Crown Princess's rumored critical condition."Allow us to speak for our nation, your Majesty."Despite the ruckus inside the Imperial Palace, the Emperor was able to attend the meeting. It is their chance to abolish the Crown Princess from her position.Hades on the other hand was taking his nap on his palm while observing them."You may speak," the Emperor said.Duke Seleste was the first in line as the representative of the nobles's table. He stepped forward, hands on the filthy ground and bended his knees resembling that he is
The crumble sound from the teardrops weren't able to hide the bitterness of the footsteps from the lonely soul—thy dress in pure white.I fathomed that every footsteps were concealed with deep meaning. She was walking and walking...and walking that I could memorized her figure from her long sunrise hair, dancing along with the unsteady wind so as the wavering dry leaves were wandering in the void space.Melancholy and a fainted pictures appeared before my eyes, memories that I didn't want to go back yet I didn't want to forget.I memorized every single detail of those messy pictures ascending above on the dreary sky. Her footsteps were creating a pattern of emotions—it was empty and sorrowful.As thy cold wind touched my skin, I retrieved that the lonely soul was part of my memories. I felt disgust about those flickering scene that I didn't expect to see again.What is this? A nightmare? A dream? Or maybe i
Arcaine already left while Trevor remained. We stayed silent for a couple of minutes, or maybe, nobody wants to talk. I wanted to ask him about what happened to him when I was gone, but I couldn't open my mouth. I was reluctant to ask, nor give him a look without hesitation. He seems not to bother with the cold...winter is already coming. "It's unfair..." I glanced at him and our eyes suddenly met. Tears were on his eyes while wearing a smile on his lips. "Why do you always hurt me?" he asked. "What am I supposed to do in order for you to not hurt me?" "I wish for your happiness more than anyone else," he whispered. My mind went blank and I found myself giving him a cold look. Did something happened while I was gone? Or maybe...something changed. "Everyone have been trying to kill you ever since you became the Crown Princess. I told myself that you'll be fine and nothing will ha
"How is everything?" I asked.He stumbled upon answering my question. "I told you, everything is going according to your plan. The only problem is that boy...Trevor.""He's a man," I hissed and rest my chin on my palm. "What about him?" I asked."There's something wrong about him. Not only the color of his soul, but his actions are too repulsive. He's crazy over you," he said.I chuckled while looking straight to the pen I am fidgeting on my fingers. "Why? Did he kill some knights while trying to find me?"His eyebrows furrowed before he shook his head. He took the vacant chair and placed it in front of me. He sat on the chair and crossed his legs, manly."I've never seen a soul like yours and him. It's difficult to explain in words, but I can say that it's filled with darkness. However, there is a difference between yours and him."He place the empty glass on the table. "That glass is you, your soul is l