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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Morrigan's footsteps are light as she strides gracefully and silently in the hallway of the palace to the east side of the palace where the Prince Regent and Mathias stay. Her bare foot touching the cold marble floor as the sky lit up occasionally by the threatening storm. Her face was covered with a black veil hiding her identity. Only her beautiful eyes void of life tells the silent agony that she had kept within her. Her hair sways at every step of hers. This is the right time to exact her revenge. Her hand grips the dagger in her hand as her silent footsteps come in contact with the cold floor. The roaring thunder and the lightning illuminating the palace's dark hallway, casting a shadow on her face. Her eyes are cold and ruthless, decisive even that one would know what is running in her mind. The scene of a woman dressed in black walking silently in the hallway is a sinister scene one would not want to see.
The hallway has no guards for the threatening th
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The night goes colder and colder as the rain goes near. With the thunders and lightning continuously rocking the lands of Hymir, trembling under its light and horrifying roars. Morrigan stood there silently in front of the room of her uncle, her hands around the hilt of the dagger in her hand. The blood tainting it drying and leaving traces of the rustic liquid on its sharp blade. Her eyes are void of other emotions but anger. The air around her is sinister as her eyes have nothing but cravings for more blood to spill. Her hands are already tainted with blood but she knows there will be no point in turning back. Whatever she did it for her good, for her sanity, for her reputation, for her freedom, and for the rightful things that are meant for her that the Prince Regent wanted to rob her. Her hands reached for the cold knob of the door, pushing it stealthily till it creaks ominously, letting in enough light to the room. The occasional lightning casting a
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After the thunderstorm that shook the grounds of Hymir, leaving the kingdom damp. With puddles of mud and waters on its streets and excavations. The news of the Prince Regent's and the foreign prince's deaths spread high and low across the kingdom. Along with the night of roaring thunders and the frightening flashes of lightning, that same night was the gruesome death of the most respected gentlemen in the kingdom. An assassin had broken into the palace, as the people around the kingdom cower in fear of the approaching storm that would wreak havoc to the nation. Welcoming the daybreak with the loud resounding gongs and ringing of palace bells declaring the death of someone of high position in the kingdom. The news immediately raised concerns and suspicions, pointing everything to the princess who seemed to have escaped another assassination attempt from the people who had repeatedly broken into the palace to eradicate the royal family. The citizens raised thei
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"Your Highness, Lord Toiba wants to seek audience..." Morrigan placed the warm cup of fresh juice on a coaster as she flips her book. Showing disinterest to the familiar name that is waiting outside of her room, behind the closed doors. Her eyes dart simply to the closed doors thinking carefully if she will acknowledge the minister waiting for her orders. Morrigan's glanced sideways to the guard kneeling beside her. His head is bowed down on the floor as he waits for the princess' orders. She heaved a sigh, propping one of her arms as she stare out of the skies and the horizons. Her eyes staring out of the kingdom, solace visible in her eyes as she looks at the kingdom with great contentment, her hand caressing the slight bump at her tummy. The wind howls as the cold air around her hugs her body. She shivered slightly by the cold wind that kissed her skin. She didn't say anything to address the man waiting behind the doors, she picked up to where she was
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Screams and a mixture of panicking voices inside the crown princess' chamber echoed all over the room and to the hall of the west wing of the palace. With guards dispersed at a safe distance to ensure the privacy of the princess and the women inside the room. All of them are deeply panicking as they see how the maids and servants run the long hall. Even the screams of the princess pierce their ears in a manner that it'll make one's hair rise. It was the day everyone is preparing for aside for the coronation of the crown princess. It is the time for Morrigan's child to be born in this world. Maids and midwives prayed for Fiachra's guidance for the safe delivery of the child and the safety of the mother's life. Morrigan who was blessed with a royal heir at such young age, delivering a child will be too difficult for her fragile body. With her petite frame, and her already sensitive pregnancy one would only hope for the best of survival for both mother and child.
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Morrigan hissed as she shifted her aching body. She groans and moans in pain as she tried to lift herself. Everything in her body feels sore, and even lifting a finger is tiring for her. The feeling of her bones being broken a thousand times lingering in her body. Even with her aching body, she tried to endure it for when she woke up one thing comes into her mind. Morrigan slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes still blurring, adjusting to the light around her. The sun outside slowly setting. The orange and crimson hues in a spectacular blend of colors, creating perfect scenic colors reminding her of autumn. The voices around her are muffled. She groaned in pain for another time alarming the maids around her. The maids that are all alerted in her sudden shift all turned their heads towards her. The maids hurriedly hoisted their skirts towards her bed. "Your Highness..." Their voices are synchronously calling her name, giving Morrigan a headache as their voices
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The dawn approaches a new beginning. It's the day for Morrigan's new chapter to unravel. Her eyes gaze at the whole kingdom from the highest peak of the palace. Drowning herself to the scenery her motherland offers her. Watching as far as to where her eyes could stretch. Beyond the palace walls. Beyond from the divider she has between the common people and hers. She watches as the new day for the citizens of Hymir greets them. The warmth of the sun slowly caressing the cold skins of the citizens below her as they started to flock the streets. The streets below her are adorned with colorful banners, people walk close to the gates of the palace offering flowers, if not prayers for the princess. For the future of the country, and prosperity as a new queen is now to be crowned. Some people and musicians singing folklore about the country to celebrate a new reign that will begin on that day. It was festive, full of life. Unlike the eyes of the crown princess who was watching them from af
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The angelic voices of the children in the choir echo around the cathedral hall of the palace. Singing a beautiful song about the history of the kingdom. Everyone's eyes are watching the new queen as she walks the aisle towards the altar where a throne was set for her to sit. Everyone is in awe as they watch Morrigan gracing the long aisle. Dressed in fine garments of sophisticated colors of red and black, with a purple train stretching to her back. The colors of royalty in the kingdom of Hymir. Her beauty had always been envied and praised by the people, especially of the ladies her age. Morrigan's face is unparalleled in that she had been seen to be the incarnation of a deity. She is born to be a royal and the queen of the kingdom. And as she walks now as the new queen of the kingdom their eyes are all unto her. Watching her intently with nothing but respect. They all look at her with reverence and adoration. Looking at her as if she was Fiachra, hersel
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There was a deafening silence that enveloped the chamber. Morrigan and Colfre remained sitting by the bed, their hands now intertwined. No one remembers how their hands eventually got intertwined or who took the hand of the other first but it was a comfortable silence they share. Morrigan looks at her reflection in the vanity. Her eyes gazing at Colfre who was unexpectedly watching her through their reflection in the mirror. She smiled timidly. She heaved a sigh and averted her gaze, looking at the canopy of her bed. "Then the rest is history. Ever since that day, there was a void that grows inside of me. Every night it felt like the voices of the people I killed haunts me. Every night I wake up just to find myself in the middle of this room, alone in the darkness. I may have avenged myself and my family but I also lost everything in the process." Morrigan's hand tightened around Colfre's hand. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with tears. Colfre gazed at
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The night is cold, the moon is bright. The palace halls are silent and only the howling of the winds at the night could be heard. The soft glow of the moon illuminated the palace halls. Basked in the luminous glow of the moon the palace marble floor glistened like a rare gem. Morrigan looks out of the window as she gulped the last of her glass of wine. Holding the locket that she wears close to her heart. “The sky is clear, my lover. Have you been waiting for me?” She whispers as she gazes at the clear night sky. She smiled as she put the crystalline goblet she uses on the table before her. Her bare foot touched the cold marble floor. “I’ve also waited for this day to come.” Her steps are light as a feather, her graceful strides bless the pristine marble floor. Her shadow was like a ghost floating along with her gracefu
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The mellow and comforting sound of a music box reverberated around the palace’s gardens. As the camellias bloom in beautiful bloom and the soft glow of the breaking dawn approaches with golden rays kissing the fragile flowers in the garden. The morning dew cascaded down the luscious foliage around the place. However, in the middle of the gardens the contrast of a woman clad in black, wandering around the garden as she walks by the patches of grass with her barefoot. Humming along with the sound coming from the music box from the locket that’s laying down peacefully on a velvet pillow on a finely crafted case sheltering the meticulously made locket, besides it was a necklace with a key pendant. The wind howls and caresses her body, a black curtain of hair sways along with the wind as the soft and warm rays of the sun touch her delicate skin. “There you are, I have been looking for you.” Morrigan whisked her gaze to the voice that caught her attention. Their eyes looked
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Morrigan could not feel anything but her aching heart. Her mind was muddled with devastation and betrayal. The hall that was packed with joyous celebration and cheers earlier is like an ice-cold desert, with only her and the guards around her as Colfre stood in front of her. Looking at her with the same hazel eyes she fell in love, but this time the warmth she could feel when she gazes at his eyes was nowhere to be found. All that there is a cold and ruthless gaze, a gaze that will never bow down to anyone. A smug smile grows on his lips as he bends down in front of Morrigan. Morrigan bit the insides of her cheeks as she watch the man in front of her, gone were the soft and gentle gaze from Colfre’s eyes, instead he turned to be the cold Colum Toiba whom he revealed he was. Morrigan’s mind and the heart do not correspond with each other. Her mind wanted answers, but her heart was afraid of the answers he might give her. It was the fear of uncertainty, her mind is in haywire. Her lip
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Clouded with thoughts that left her scarred throughout her youth, Morrigan couldn’t help but shake in fear as the images of her family being devoured by walls of flames flashed back in her mind. Just the thought that someone is plotting against the royal family is enough to bring the slumbering fear within her. Everything came rushing back, the pain, the agony, the grief, and the betrayal. The very same feelings she tried to bury down at the back of her mind came backstabbing her with just a single parchment. She wondered if what she did on her coronation was not enough to warn people of what she could do for people who dared act treacherous against the royal family or did she put her guard down so much that they found her vulnerable. Morrigan’s nails dug on her palm, enough to make her knuckles white. The growing fear within her is not just for herself but for the people dear to her, for Colfre and Rita. She already lost enough and the though
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Morrigan and Colfre walked by the long hallway of the palace hand-in-hand. The sun’s golden hues glowing by the window touching the pristine marble floor of the grand abode in the heart of the capital of Hymir. Fresh calla lilies and camellias are displayed by the walls just beneath the golden sconces on the wall. Vases made from fine porcelains that hold the simple yet elegant floral arrangements make the hall look even livelier than before. Now gone of the gloomy and eerie aura of the hallway that once reverberated the cries and agony of the queen. Now it was enveloped with images that reflect the joyous occasion that is coming. A few days from now Morrigan will celebrate her birthday with another joyous occasion of her announcing her betrothal to Colfre. Morrigan looked around the hall, letting herself drown by the comfortable ambiance of the place. “When I was young, I remember this hallway was adorned with gold and freshly picked red roses. It smelled hea
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