-Conor-“When they got back from the Cliffs, Karen was covered in his blood then too but it’s because Monica said she wants Karen to feel responsible if Conor dies. I would bet everything that this is just a scheme on Monica’s part to try and get Karen out of the picture. Karen would do anything to protect Conor. Anything!” Joanne exclaimed after she calmed down a little bit. Anything and I know she wouldn’t question dying for me either. Don’t die on me love. I need you. “Michael and Monica did say that this was a ploy to get me out of the way and for her to die in the process. I was fully conscious when Michael said that.” Conor added quickly.“So… That means Augustus probably lied to me on two counts… Augustus, Michael and Monica are the ones I need to hunt down… The three of you are not to leave this room.” Zachary commanded as he left the room. “Roger, go to the dungeon immediately and check on that girl. I want you to make sure she isn’t dead. That servant I sent about twenty mi
-Conor-There was a swift knock on the door behind them and the king entered the room. Everyone bowed as Zachary pursed his lips. He looked furious. “Lady Monica confessed to it all, Conor. She was rather proud of her attacks on you.” He stated plainly. “These latest attacks have been part of a scheme to get you and the rat out of the picture at the same time. The main goal was to put Michael on the throne by assassinating you… And to get rid of Karen by framing her for the crime.” Zachary paused. “I’m going to be sending Michael back to the ship for several days so I can figure out what to do with him. I will likely have Monica executed in the next day or two for her role in the plot, but she will also be going onto the ship to keep you both out of harm’s way.”“I told you so! Why don’t you ever listen?! And I want to be the one to kill her! After what she has done to Karen and to me, we should be allowed to take our revenge on her. Michael too!” Conor snapped tiredly. I’ll rip her f
-Karen-There was a faint but familiar beeping sound in the background that woke me up. I’m in the medical ward? Why? I was in the dungeon… What am I doing here? I woke up feeling a great deal of physical pain, but I felt the extreme depression come over me as I lie there thinking about Conor. He’s gone. I never got to say goodbye. I feel like my heart has shattered into a fine dust. Never to be fused back together. I felt my grief bubble up as I started to cry quietly. I slowly sat up on the table, but I had a hard time getting my bearings and I accidentally fell off. I felt a sharp pain in my right arm as I landed on the hard floor. Ugh… That hurt… I looked down and saw I ripped out my IV, but I didn’t care. This physical pain doesn’t even remotely compare to the emotional devastation I'm feeling right now. I just want to end this heartbreak.Michael’s words echoed in my mind over and over again on an endless loop of misery. First our baby boy and now, ‘Your fiance just died about t
-Karen-Nine days passed by and nothing changed. I fought them every time I saw them in the room. On the second day, I tried using the restraints they left behind to bar the door and hang myself. They managed to get in and stop me before I died. I was restrained for two days and refused to eat or drink. An IV was put in my left arm but I ripped it out and bled all over the floor and bed. I tried to attack them all and became even more combative than I had been in the beginning. I tried getting on to the small balcony so I could jump off. They chained the door shut. I started trying to make weapons so I could end my existence. I was trying everything I could possibly think of to die. I was desperate to die, and I was persistent in trying to make it happen anyway I could. I tried everything from hiding under the bed, to hiding in the armoire, the second room’s small closet. I tried to break the table and chairs, hoping I could stab myself with the wooden shards. I managed to break the
-Karen-I slowly woke up curled up to a wet pillow again. I cry even in my sleep… How have I not dried out from all these tears? I tossed the pillow to the foot of the bed and watched it fall off onto the floor. I’ll hold onto this one. I pulled a different pillow from behind my back and latched on to its semi-warm fabric. I had the feeling that I was being watched. I sat up slowly trying not to use up the small amount of energy that I had. I looked over at the center of the room and saw Joanne watching me silently with a sad yet concerned look on her face. “You should leave, Joanne.” I ordered plainly. Sister or not. “I don’t want you here.” I don’t want anyone here. I just need to be alone.“I can’t leave you Kay... Roger put me on suicide watch last night.” She replied sighing sadly. Lovely. I just need to find something sharp so I can cut the big vein in my neck. I should be able to bleed out in a minute… “Everything is going to be just fine Kay.” I scoffed at her. No, it’s not!!
-Conor-“Karen? Karen!” Conor whispered caressing her gaunt cheek. Am I too late? “Yes.” Eldon called from the door.” “You are all far too late.” Everyone turned around except Roger.“Please- Please tell me you are going to revive her!” Conor cried, immediately feeling sick to his stomach.“Uh- What is wrong with Roger?” Bart asked, confused.“I have stopped time for him. I don't want him to know what can be done to Mages.” Eldon explained. He walked over to where Karen lie lifeless. “She truly lost her will to live.” Conor stood silently looking down at her. “I can break the contract if I so decided- But she's not done growing and I won't honor her request. Yet.”Eldon pulled the wispy figure up from the body. The wispy woman sat there in silence with a small bundle cradled to her chest.“Let me go.” She whispered. “Let me move on with my son.”Eldon sighed and looked over to Conor. “No. I can't let you go yet. You've done a wonderful job growing so much but you're not done.”“Can s
Conor nodded as he leaned down and kissed Karen’s forehead. I have to reach you… I hope you can hear my voice. What do I even say? He thought for a moment as it came to him. “Kay, you made a promise to me when we first met, that I wasn’t allowed to die until you killed me in cold blood. And you can’t kill me if you die before I do.” There’s no need to bind her when she is so frail… She could barely hold her hand up. He carefully untied the tether that held her left arm to the bed. Roger came over and brought him a chair so he could sit next to her. Conor slipped his warm fingers between her cold bony fingers. She’s so cold. He pulled her hand to his cheek and stared intently at her for a while in silence. She looks so frail. Her skin tone has changed dramatically… Almost an ashen color from the lively light peachy white. Robert came over and injected something into her arm as Bart changed the IV bags out. Bart fully removed the left IV as Robert instructed. Roger stood next to Conor
-Karen-I felt a strong warmth seep into my cold bones. I had the urge to roll on my side so I could soak that warmth in. I haven’t felt so much heat in a long time… It’s just like when I was sick from Lewis. I tried to roll over but I couldn’t so I tried to press myself as close as I could to that heat source. A warm hand touched my cheek. Mm… So hot… Like fire.“Wake up.” A gentle voice whispered to me. I grunted in reply. No. I’m tired and I just want to sleep until the end of time. “I command you to wake up, Kay.” The voice whispered in my ear. I shook my head slightly and started to drift again. No, damn it. Go the hell away! “Come on Karen… Don’t be so stubborn. Please wake up for me…” Wait… I’m alive still? Are you kidding me?! All that work and I’m not dead?! What a rip off!I groaned but reluctantly obeyed. The room was bright, so I closed my eyes quickly. “Open those eyes, Kay. Don’t be so stubborn!” Bart ordered from my right. Why? Why can’t I die?! Why is this so much to a