Morrigan sat by her seat on the balcony. Wrapped in a silk wrapper. Hugging her legs, her chin resting on top of it. Resting her head with her eyes full of pain and agony. Tears brimming her eyes. She looked at the locket in her hand as she reflects on the things she overheard. She heaved a deep sigh. Closing her hands around the locket, its chain dangling from her hands almost touching the marble floor. Her sad eyes stared at the moon, appreciating its marvelous beauty, drowning her with her thoughts.
Its soft glow shining on her pale skin which seemed to be porcelain glistening under the luminescence of the moon. The silence around her, and the cold air giving her the peace that she had once in a while. Finally drowning herself in something that she had longed for. A few strands of her hair dancing along with the wind. The fresh scent of camellias was blown by the wind to her, like a calming incense that help
Dusk came, and Morrigan sat on her bed unmoving. Her eyes are bloodshot from all her pleas and cries. Still traumatized and pondering about the things that happened to her. Her hand holding the cold locket close to her chest. Sitting there with half of her bare body exposed to the cold morning air. Every part of her body was marked by what happened last night. From scratches to bruises, up to marks that are trickled all over her neck down her chest. Her wrist was red from when Mathias bound her on her bed frame. Morrigan heaved a sigh. Hauling the blankets she could grab, covering her body helplessly as dusk approaches. Knowing that any moment someone will find out what happened to her. Preparing herself to be ostracized by their slanderous mouths. Her tears streaming down her face incessantly just by the thought of the news that her innocence was taken away even before matrimony. She was disgusted by herself but a growing abhorrence towards Mathias is ev
"Have you heard of the rumor?" A young man dressed in finely tailored clothes, veiled in a heavy cloak stood frozen on the spot as he heard the two young ladies standing in front of a seamstress' shop gossip with each other. Their hands inspecting different kinds of fabrics and silks that are laid out of the seamstress' shop. "What rumor?" The other lady asked her colleague as she diverted her gaze towards the pouches displayed on the rack. Choosing the finest one with exemplary embroidery. The other lady seemed to blush as she heaved a sigh and gestured towards the palace. Her eyes look at the towering infrastructure with great adoration. "It seems like we will witness royal matrimony soon. The tenth prince from the neighboring kingdom and the crown princess seemed to have fallen in love with one another!" The other
Morrigan'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
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
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
"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
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.
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