Chapter 4: Truth Will Come Out.

Remilia's POV.

I continued my statement despite the murmurs, I wasn't going to give in to his manipulation, although I knew there was a little I could do to change their minds. But I know one day, the truth will out.

“Eryndor finalized things with the rogue and received payment in a form I don’t know about. When he was about to leave the scene, I confronted him and he attacked me after threats didn’t work. In defense of myself, I slashed at him with my knife and injured him. He called for the guards and got me arrested even though he was the one who attacked me first. This is my testimony, Council.”

Immediately I was done, the room erupted in chaos. Shouts and yells as the Council members tried to talk over themselves and make their point known. As they argued, my eyes found Eryndor across the room and a slow smirk spread across his face. I forced my lips to mimic the motion even though it hurt. 

After what seemed like ages, Marcus’ hand shot out and grabbed a gavel that had gone unnoticed by me before. He brought it down with a resounding bang and yelled for order. The rowdy Council quieted. 

“Remilia, the Council has passed their verdict. Are you ready to hear this?”

I nodded calmly.

Marcus nodded. “Ten days from now, you will be executed at the pack square, by hanging. You will return to your cell and be held there at the dungeons. Any attempt by you to escape will result in your immediate and timely execution by any method seen fit by our Alpha. This is in accordance with the Nightborne book of laws, Section B, Paragraph Six. You can have it read to you if you wish to confirm that justice is being served. Do you?”

I slowly shook my head and Eryndor ordered that I be taken away. My guards returned and I was guided off the podium. It was as I expected. 

Oddly, I didn’t feel any anxiety towards my fate. Yes, Eryndor thought he had won, but he made a crucial mistake. He should’ve had me executed immediately. He obviously doubted a great deal of what a woman desperate for freedom would do. And even less so, he had no idea what it meant if that woman had children she had to return to.

I sat down in my cell, quiet, moody, the humming of the Nightsword slowly and quietly vibrating against my entire self. It was probably its way of letting me know that I am not alone in this, some sort of companionship. 

I sighed and placed my head on the cold hard floor, the stench of the cell becoming a normal scent that my brain was starting to omit. There wasn't anything I could do as of now, I knew that, I closed my eyes as I succumbed into a world of dreams and nightmares. 

My dream wasn't necessarily a dream, but more like a memory that was wrought from my subconscious, my life how it had been before today. I was a bright young girl, a little obnoxious

even for my own liking. I was someone who was cursed with knowledge and it seemed I am the only one cursed with it. 

Everyone loved me and my world was filled with an indescribable sense of perfection. I always wanted to be perfect at everything I set my mind to and it made me keep inwards to myself. If not for the fact that I had a likable personality, I probably wouldn't have any friends. 

When I met Eryndor, I was overjoyed. He seemed to me my other half; my mate, a love that was wrought from the very foundations of Fate itself. However, I soon began to notice that he had a little bit of sour heart towards me. It was due to these reasons that I decided to have my babies in secret and not let him know I was pregnant at all in the first place. 

I didn't want those kids living life as royals and not knowing what the entire world entailed. I wanted them free, free of the gnawing hands of this cunning and manipulative world. It was after I left them; a very sad decision I had to make that I focused myself on finding the legendary Artefact that was written in our myths. 

I drove my heart and soul into finding this artifact and when I did, I was shocked to find out I was its bonded wolf. It bonded with me, soul, body and mind and it became a companion for me. It blended completely with my wolf and it spoke with its voice. 

My life was going rather fantastic afterwards but Eryndor drove further from me, his heart had found something else to gnaw on. I always wondered what was wrong when I one day found him reading from a book. The book contained an old prophecy. A prophecy that was said to be written for the first Female Alpha of the Nightborne pack. 

Whilst I dreamt, I saw an old woman sitting on a chair, narrating the prophecy back to her. She heard it in an ethereal and ancient voice as if it was meant for her . “When the sun goes down and the moon doth shine, So shall she rise with her seed but thrice. With strength and cunning she shall claim her place. And lead the children of the night to a place of grace.

I saw the hollow within the voice’s intentions and felt how it came from the past. “And trials and tribulations she shall overcome. With the outcast son, her companion. And though forgotten she shall return. With fear and trembling and tremor and blood.”

I woke up in a bead of sweat and glanced around, then I heard multiple footsteps begin to approach her cell. I stood up immediately, ready for anything that was to come. However I relaxed when the person approached me. I sighed and glanced at him. “Have you come here to gloat?”