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2022-03-31 18:48:22The 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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I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day. For vengeance clouded my reasonings, I have killed my uncle who had been struggling with me through the race to power. Killed a foreign prince that caused havoc and war to the nation, making hundreds if not thousands of mighty soldiers died on the battlefield. Kept the secret of me having a child out of wedlock, that in the end died prematurely even before I was proclaimed the mother of the nations. Accused wrongly of the ministers that tried to support and help me regain the grace of the kingdom. And killed the man that I loved for my whole life, the man that I have been looking for years o
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“Kill them..”Blood spilled on the ground when the newly crowned queen ordered her cavalry to execute the late king’s loyal ministers. Everyone in the kingdom trembled in fear when a festive day turned into a day of terror.The late king died unexpectedly and the young princess who was the only one remaining of the royal family has now crowned the new queen of Hymir.She watches how brutally these ministers died in her cavalry’s hands. Any glint of mercy wasn't found in her eyes. She watches them with pure satisfaction as blood flows on what used to be a festive street.She was the last member of the royal bloodline. The only survivor of the tragedy that befall her family. The day of her coronation was also the beginning of her spreading terror ac
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A shrill scream broke the silence of the night, then came after the sound of shattering glasses. In the corner of a grandiose dark room there curled up a girl, shivering in fear and hugging herself with her hands bleeding because of shattered glasses. She grabbed a handful of her hair and screamed again, she picked up a shard of her broken mirror and threw it away from her, not minding her already bleeding hands. Her mind clouded with voices of ghosts and demons that haunt her very being. The ghosts of her past. No matter how much she covers her ears or tried to drown these voices with her shrill screams it echoes so loud it drives her to the end of her wits. The reflection of Morrigan’s angelic face now distorted with the shattered glasses all over her pristine marble floor. Her white nightgown smeared with her own blood, the gown that used to be the color o
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A calloused hand gently caressed Morrigan’s wounded hands. His warm hands emit warmth to Morrigan’s ice-cold hands that had been soaked to her own blood for the whole night. A young man gazed at Morrigan, trying to find her eyes. “My Queen, what happened?” He inquired. Morrigan’s chestnut-colored eyes bore to the young man with ginger hair kneeling in front of her. Their gaze meeting and the dead expression in Morrigan’s eyes slowly lit up with life. “Colfre,” she called out in a small voice. Her voice is still hoarse from all the screams she did last night. She’d been in a daze for the whole night, unable to close her eyes and rest her fragile body. “I’m here, my queen.” Colfre’s hands gently squished her hand, gentle enough to not hurt her further from all the cuts she had, and enough to make Morrigan feel the assurance that someone is beside her.
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“Morrigan!”A familiar voice echoed inside of Morrigan’s head but when she opened her eyes all she could see was darkness. Morrigan could feel a suffocating sensation on her throat and dark clouds shrouding her. It envelops her and she finds it harder to breathe even further, she’s drowning as these clouds continuously envelop her and the familiar voice continues to call her name desperately. Morrigan tries to free herself from the dark cloud strangling her but it keeps on tightening around her as she struggles to get out of it, suppressing even her own ability to seek and call out for help.“Morrigan! Run away from here!” It was the s
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“Leave me alone!” Morrigan threw a porcelain water jar that was used by her servants to scoop water from the pool to help her take a bath. The servants around her were startled as the young queen started to throw a fit. No one knows what to do, what to say, and how to make the young queen calm down. Ever since the day she took over the throne a lot of things have changed in the palace and with these changes comes eccentricities. Morrigan did not only allow servants to touch her and there are more guards outside the palace walls than inside. There are more rules one has to comply with and the young queen employs more guards. At night, the queen was often heard throwing things around her chambers, breaking expensive vases or unsheathing decorative swords. And by the morning servants and guards will see her in one corner beside her bed, fresh wounds and dried blood on her wrist and
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Morrigan can clearly remember the day Colfre first saved her, the first time they met vividly like it just happened yesterday. The memory of that day where she danced with death underwater with the threat of drowning and a perpetrator assassinating her. She can clearly remember how she sank down the deep part of the pool thinking it will be her eternal abyss, where her life will end in that moment not until a young man clad in black jumped in the water and saved her from her almost demise. A young man with ginger hair and bright hazel eyes brought her back to the surface just in time.It was the same young man standing near the door of the bathhouse with his back facing her. It was the same bathhouse and the same pool that almost witnessed her demise. The same lavender aroma embracing the place that once was overpowered by the rancid scent of blood. It was all the same things that remin
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The matter in the borders is far more serious than Morrigan could have imagined. The stench of decaying bodies that were not properly buried, ravens flocking on the pile of dead bodies at one side. The land is so dry, once the wind blows it turns into ashes. The carcass and cadavers served as the food of ravens while the people who barely survived the famine were dying in hunger, craving for a single drop of water to quench their thirsts, the children were stricken with malnutrition, their parents barely eating till their bones were sticking on their skins.Draped in a red cloak, Morrigan watches her people in horror. The reek of decaying dead bodies lurking around the borders. “How bad was it?” She asked Colfre, who is also observing the whole place. She walked further but as she went further the piles of bodies around her scared her of what she might see as she went to the
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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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“As for the Queen’s order, the late Lord Toiba who remained as a loyal confidant of the royal family till the end of his life was to be freed from his sins for the Queen proved that he had served the royal family with all his might. Freeing him from the sins he had been accused of leading to his very execution. The House of Toiba could rise and join the society once again along with their distant relatives. However deception is a capital crime, Colum Toiba, the son of the late Minister and Lord Toiba and the current Head of the noble family of Toiba deceived the Queen by giving birth to a fraudulent identity behind the name Colfre. Sowing discord and hate, as he carefully machinates his hidden agenda, and eventually betraying the Queen, threatening her life with his very sword. Humiliating and putting Her Majesty’s life in line proved him guilty of his sins, and his execution will follow by the Queen’s orders. By the pardon of the late Lord Toiba, the Queen gives honor to the f
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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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As dawn comes in the Kingdom of Hymir, the people started to bustle the streets, street performers dance gracefully in colorful dresses. Teahouses flocked with tourists and locals alike, ecstatic to hear the romance that had been told for weeks by esteemed storytellers. With the pavements of the streets near the palace flooding with flowers offered by the citizens, from camellias, roses, tulips, to stargazers that were brought by the tourists, offered to the queen as they celebrate with her for another year given to her by Fiachra. The festivity in the streets was in equal terms of the nobles inside the palace, as coaches line the front of the palace gates, with esteemed diplomats and nobles presenting their invitations in their fine tailored dresses and suits, with their lavish gifts for the Queen of Hymir, and their wishes for her reign's longevity. And as the bustling streets and the palace halls were filled
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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
