~Prince Randall~Getting to the address Jonathan sent to me, it was in the middle of nowhere. There was a house, with dim light evident through the window. ‘That is where they must be keeping her.’ I said to myself, turning off the car engine as I looked from inside the car for a minute. The light was coming from a room at the side of the house, while everywhere else was dark. ‘I should go in through the back.’ I thought as I quietly headed out of my car. I looked around and I saw no one coming. I thought my father would eventually follow me, but I was wrong. I guess he changed his mind and didn’t want to have anything to do with an evil person like me. But I loved it. The more far away he is, the better I can deal with the motherf**kers that had taken Daciana. Without making any noise, I walked to the back of the house, hoping to find another way in. And I did find it. I quietly turned the doorknob, but it was locked. I wanted to give them the element of surprise, but knocking
~Daciana~“Randall!” I yelled in terror, hoping and praying so hard that he would respond, but he didn’t. He laid there, lifeless, back in his human form. “How could you do this?!” I broke into tears, weakly falling to my knees, and only the chains held me up. I saw my life shatter in front of me. The love of my life was gone, and it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have come here. I should have told him. I should have stayed out of it like he begged me to. “It’s all my fault,” I yelled, crying profusely. “Of course. You made a terrible mistake the day you called me to tell me about your fake feelings for me.” “You didn’t have to kill him!” “I wanted to and I don’t regret any of it. You broke my heart, and I’m just returning the favor.” “You’ll rot in hell! Today is his birthday!” I roared, and when I looked at Randall, I broke into more tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears filled up my eyes that I could hardly see clearly. “Riley, what the f**k?! You fucking killed him?!” Jo
~Daciana~ With a straight face, clenched jaws, and reddish eyes, I stood under the black umbrella, dressed in black and surrounded by so many people in black. It was raining and it made the day even worse and annoyingly moist. My eyes were void of emotions as I watched the priests do whatever the hell they wanted to do on their graves. There were two different mournings and none of them seemed to interest me. First was Randall’s burial, and the other, was the burial for the child my mother lost at birth. Well, she did lose the child that same day, and I lost two important people in my life that day. All because of Jonathan and Riley! For a week, after Randall left me, I have been picturing this particular day in my head and I just wanted it not to happen. However, I was so eager for something else to happen, and that was to watch Jonathan get killed for doing this to Randall. For doing this to my family. Over the plinking and tapping of raindrops, I could hear my mother a
~King Edwin~ Before the time to execute Jonathan, I went into Agatha’s room to see how she was faring. As soon as I got in, everyone that was in there with her, consoling her, headed out, leaving only both of us. Looking at her face, she seemed to have calmed down compared to this morning at the funeral. “How are you?” I put on a faint smile, walking to the couch she sat on. “What do you think, Your Majesty?” She sniffed, causing me to let out a loud sigh. I sat next to her and let her rest her head on my chest. “Losing the baby wasn’t supposed to happen if you hadn’t heard about what happened to Randall and Daciana. But, there’s a good chance that we can try again, and this time, we’ll get it right and our child will be alive.” “I know we can try again, but I hate that I had to lose our first child with you. That was our first child!” “I know, and it wasn’t your fault. None of this is our fault. I have lost Randall, and all I can do right now is give birth to an heir to take h
~Daciana~ I thought seeing Jonathan die would give me a little comfort, but I was wrong. I hated that I wasn’t the one holding the sword. His being dead doesn’t change the fact that Randall wasn’t with me anymore. ‘Maybe killing Riley will make me finally grieve him the way I want to.’ I thought, scrolling through the phone I found in Randall’s pocket again. Carl was working on finding Riley. I have found out the truth about King Edwin killing Doctor Donald and Anne. What about the third person? I need to talk to him. Throwing the phone in my pocket, I headed out of my room again and made my way to King Edwin’s room. On my way, I saw some maids and some guards, gathered in twos and fours, whispering things to themselves. ‘That is strange.’ I thought as I walked past them. I wondered what they could be discussing. Getting to King Edwin’s chamber, the guards stopped me. “His Majesty doesn’t want any visitors, right now.” They uttered. “I don’t care what he wants right now!
~Daciana~ While I was still trying to wrap my head around how and why Randall’s phone was still on, King Edwin summoned me. I bet he wanted to talk about his predicament which I didn’t really want to care about, given that he was the asshole I suspected him to be. However, I wanted to hear what he had to say. And maybe I would be able to stop him from killing Trump, instead of letting him stop the problem he started. Getting to the hallway that led to his chamber, I saw him heading out of his room. “Daciana, you’re here.” He uttered. “You summoned me. I didn’t have much of a choice.” I answered coldly, and he nodded. “I’m going to question Trump about this leaked information. I’d love you to come with me.” “Why?” I furrowed my brows. “Because you now know the whole truth, and it’s good to have someone like you around this time. I believe you can help me deal with this.” “What gave you that impression? Do you think I don’t hate you for what you’ve done? This is Karma getting
~Daciana~ “When were you going to tell me about Randall not being your son? Were you even going to tell me at all? You made him live a life of lies!” I smacked behind him as we walked down the hallway. “Daciana, right now I just need to find the old woman releasing this information before it gets bad! And yes, Randall is a bastard.” He responded with anger and frustration. “Don’t you dare call him a bastard! I won’t let you talk about him like that! And maybe you deserve everything happening to you!” I yelled back. But he ignored me and continued walking to his room. I shook my head in disbelief as I watched him leave. ‘Randall was the Butler’s son, and his parents got killed before he could find out the truth.’ The kind of evil King Edwin was unspeakable. If my mother had known this, she would have never had anything to do with him. While I headed back to my room, I saw my mother heading towards me, with a paper in her hand. Looking at the paper, I knew the information got to
~Daciana~ “You have been staring at your phone for minutes now. Are you expecting a call or text?” Carl asked, taking a glance at me as he drove. I swallowed hard and shook my head. I waited impatiently for whoever was using Randall’s phone to text back, but they didn’t. Their text never came in. The typing sign just kept coming up and disappearing like they were typing and deleting it again, contemplating whether to reply or not. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just that you haven’t said anything since I started driving, and every time you look at your phone, you have a worried look.” I heaved a sigh and looked at him. “You don’t have to apologize. I’m glad you’re here to help,” I answered, and a wide smile lit up his face. “Sure. I’m glad to be here too.” He responded, and I looked away and out of the window. My newly found discovery was beginning to eat me up and I wanted to share it with someone so badly. But…‘Is Carl that person?’ I thought, looking at him again. H