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2024-10-29 19:42:56Morrigan twirled around showing her dress to Lydia, she giggled as she dances with her every step and twirl. “What do you think, Lydia?” Morrigan ecstatically asked Lydia, however, it seems that Lydia is deep in her thoughts. Morrigan noticed that Lydia was zoning out and didn’t really heed any attention to her. Lydia was only staring at the marble floor, her face sullen. “What are you thinking?” Lydia jumped from shock, her eyes met Morrigan's worried eyes. Morrigan blinked twice and put her hand on Lydia’s forehead. “You’re not sick, are you not feeling well? Why do you look like you’re in deep thoughts?” She asked innocently. Lydia knows that even if she says something against the king's cousin she will need concrete evidence to back up her claims. Ever since the day she saw the duke having an illicit tryst with a palace maid she had grown cautious, whenever she encounters the duke she veers out of the way and dare not l
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The hallway of the palace is unusually silent, no guards are on rotation, nor maids pacing the long hallway. The night is as silent as the usually busy hallway, not a glint of stars twinkling at the dark night sky, and the moon is cloaked by the shrouds of dark clouds. The clicking of Morrigan's footsteps on the marble floor of the palace echoes around the hallway. No light nor sconces were lit up, only the light that comes from outside shone in the hallway, no one can see the end of the hallway like it was an endless road to an abyss. Morrigan looked around her finding her lost in the place she knew like the back of her hand.She stopped from walking the endless palace hallway and stood there, clenching her hands, grabbing a fistful of her skirts. She closed her eyes, trying to calm the growing fear inside of her. Fear that when she opened her eyes she will still be lost in this hal
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A few hours after their journey they arrived at the neighboring kingdom of Hymir. The golden hour illuminates the town with its warm hues. Morrigan hugged herself as she found herself lost in the sea of foreign people speaking another language that she couldn't fully understand. In this kingdom she is nothing, her title as the crown princess does not exist. She's neither an envoy of peace or a royal guest, she is here as a common foreigner, a common refugee seeking the kingdom's refuge. "Your Highness..." Lydia's hands held hers, eventually taking Morrigan out of her trance. Morrigan gently removed Lydia's hands holding hers. "Lydia, in this kingdom I, am not a princess... I hope you refrain from calling me that." Morrigan looked at Lydia's eyes, dejection was evident in Lydia's eyes, inquiring why the princess let her hand go. Lydia watches the young princess who only puts interest in observing her surroundings with her beautiful yet lifeless eyes.
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"Poor child, it must have been hard for her." A middle-aged lady placed a warm towel on Morrigan's forehead as she stares at the young lady who they found unconscious when the sun rose after the heavy downpour last night. She tucked Morrigan's hands under a blanket and covered her up to her shoulder to keep her warm. Morrigan's fever has not yet subsided but at least she is not exposed to open air anymore which could further escalate her already high fever. Her slightly wrinkled hand caressed Morrigan's warm cheek, looking at Morrigan dearly. She fixed Morrigan's blanket for another time and dusted her skirt as she stood up picking up the basin to fetch another basin of warm water to wipe Morrigan's face this time. Morrigan is still in a coma after she was drenched in the rain, her body collapsing due to exhaustion. She was found by a middle-aged couple who were just living nearby, and on their way to town to sell vegetables that they have grown in their backyard, seeing a young lad
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"My family was murdered..." Morrigan's tears fell from her eyes as she remembers the fire that engulfed her family, and how Lydia laid lifeless in the alleyway. All of them died successively in front of her. All of those people who she depends on died one after another, leaving her alone in this world. She couldn't continue what she wanted to say as she could hardly feel able to breathe, even swallowing is hard. She started to fidget with her hands, trying to calm herself down from all the emotions swirling inside of her. Morrigan can barely narrate the whole story but with the gist of it that started from when her family died, she hoped that it was enough for them to understand. Trying to conceal her identity and heritage. Frey's hand flew towards her mouth covering it from the gasp that escaped from her. She looked at the young lady in front of her who was fidgeting her fingers around the ring on her thumb. Her heart sank as she finally gets to know the reas
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Just like the usual nights, Morrigan had the same dreams, the same dark endless hallway she stands every night. The same scene of tall walls of flames, her mother's lifeless body, and the same voices taunting and haunting her eve in her dreams. But this time it was even more frightening. Screams and laughter mixes in her mind, in that endless darkness everything is shrouded in dark clouds, she couldn't see anyone. But when there finally came light in front of her is Lydia's dead body. Drenched in blood, molested, and murdered brutally. It was the same scene but this time behind Morrigan was a tall shadow of a man. When she turned around the maniacal smiles of her uncle was the first thing she saw. He grabbed her with his large and firm hand, Morrigan struggled under his grasp but it was futile. All she could do was scream for help as her uncle drag her away from Lydia, and his laughter echoes all over her ears.Morrigan shifted and clutched a handful of th
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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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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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The palace is bustling with maids and guards running around the long palace halls. Maids run around with vases of white camellias on their arms, and guards training for the security of the palace. Everyone is busy as the day of the queen's birthday approaches. With a celebration not just of the queen's birthday but also the day where the queen will announce her other intentions and plans for the kingdom. With news spreading around the kingdom that the queen is now finally settling herself down as she found the person who she will entrust her whole life with. The whole palace turned into the reflection of the streets. The insides of the palace are draped with festive colors of pink and red, with glints of golds and silvers. The heavy curtains that used to be in the shade of maroon were then changed into red velvet curtains that bring out the grandiosity of the palace. The dull lifeless façade and ambiance of the place turned regal and mighty. As if telling
