I am aware that they portray themselves as modest, elegant philanthropists who are powerless to incorrect, but that is not at all the case. The majority of the children are treated well by the parents, but I recall that they were almost completely abusive to one child in particular—the bastard son, who was the offspring of a relationship Lady Lunous had. He endured so severe torture that he eventually fled.In any case, Craig, Sir Lunous's brother, employed me. He..." she hangs her head, and by the troubled look in her eyes, I can tell this still bothers her. "He would beat me. Frequently. Every time I made a mistake, or occasionally just out of pure curiosity. He kept beating me in that area since he saw that my left leg was the one that was mending the least. You name it: with brooms, with cast irons, with sword hilts. I was kicked out of the house and labeled as an invalid because I could hardly stand on that leg anymore." I realize I'm outraged, so angry I cannot breathe. I can't
With a horrible crunch, yet Bronte, maybe from adrenaline or fright, manages to knock Cynthia off balance and bite her hard in the flank; Cynthia yells and takes another swing, knocking them both to the pit's dirt floor. It's nasty and gory, and eventually Bronte loses too much blood from her neck wound and falls to the ground, saying," I give up! She lets out a feeble rasp before two doctors charge into the arena and drive numerous moonstone splinters into the corpse of the Ounsli girl. Cynthia spins around, grinning covered in blood, and I start to feel a little queasy as the crowd erupted in applause, declaring the victor of round one to be in stone.The next two girls are announced, but I'm not really paying attention to them; my eyes are locked on the Ounsli girl, her chest heaving as she struggles for air, and I find myself touching my own neck with a shaking hand—that could have easily been me. Cynthia retreats back under the arch, while Bronte is taken away on a stretcher.The
Alex hand finds the small of my back as he guides us towards the blankets. He sets me down against the wall, and a strange warmth flutters in my stomach as he wraps one of the big blankets around my shoulders. He then settles down next to me before gently grabbing my arm again. He frowns at it. "It's not healing," he says."It is," I assure him as I pull my arm away. My cheeks flame, and I feel humiliated as I admit, "I have very slow healing, but... it is healing. Don't worry about it." Alex looks concerned, but sensing my concern, changes the subject. "Thank god we made it in here" "Yeah," I agree, trying to keep my breaths even as my heart begins to calm down. The last place I want to go into heart failure is in a safe room when the palace is under attack. That's when I feel eyes boring into my temple. I look to find Prince Kohl sitting in the corner, staring straight at me. He wears crumpled commoner's clothes that I imagine have been here for years. I almost forgot he was her
I take a bite out of my chicken. Since we were both released from the safe room two days ago by two guards who just so happened to be inspecting every safe room, Alex and I have not spoken. However, I haven't had a conversation with anyone I was in that room with. Kairi appears to have stayed away from any keeping in touch with everyone she was with that evening, and Prince Kohl is being... Okay, so... Kohler, Prince.I glanced in the direction of the front table. The Ladies of Queenstrial eat dinner with the Prince Kohl and his parents in their ornate chairs. The Ounsli girl, Bronte, is still here, albeit she is severely cut and bruised from her altercation with the Lunous girl. The Queenstrials' first round was declared void due to the assaults, and it was rescheduled for tomorrow. I believe the monarch is making a determined step to show the attackers, whoever they may be, that the spirit of Gahndor endures. However, I doubt they'll be able to maintain that pretense for very long,
My face is crimson. I feel like I'm burning, I'm so red. I see scarlet. My face is flushed. I am filled with excitement as I gaze at Gertrude's coiled body, trembling and groveling. I want her to suffer. Her tears pierce my heart, and I realize that I want to hurt her even more. Every sharp note that they make just serves to fan the flames of my inner fire. They ring in my ears. I take up an iron mace from the weapons rack, its weight firm and heavy in my hand, and my movements don't even feel like mine.I look at her intently. My desire is to strike her until she bleeds. She can't breathe, she won't stop crying, and all she can do is apologize profusely for all she's done. That's why I want to beat her.I have no one observing me. Gradually, step by step, I move forward. Next up, another.Next up, another.I lift the blade. My wrist is being grabbed by someone.I turn so quickly that I nearly run into the person who is holding me. Rough breaths are heaving in my chest. His golden eye
Prince Kohl looks at me like he's angry. I'm sure he thinks I'm going to piss now. "Did you not see the burns on her face? Of course there was boiling water in that godsdamned pitcher, what else could it have been?"I keep quiet. Prince Kohl must have seen the burns as well, not because of his elevated voice. Additionally, I am certain that the pitcher did not contain any hot water.But before I can consider it further, Prince Kohl lets out a sigh. Then he motions for me to follow as he passes by. "Come with me.""Where?""To my quarters. You're part of my council now, so it's time I introduce you to the others."I flinch. "I thought I was just going to be your maid?""No," he answers. He's quiet for a short while. He continues, "You will be my spy from now on," but I can't see his faceI stare at Kohl in shock. I'm positive that I misheard. "Pardon?" He looks at me slantwise. "You're going to be my spy, I declared. Unless, naturally, you'd prefer to be a maid.I give a headshake. "No
When Kohl finally reaches the top of the table, he exclaims, "We've made good progress," clutching the back of his seat. We still don't have a solid suspect in mind for this whole thing. Then and only then can we launch a planned, comprehensive attack."I blinked, gazing at Kohl as he examines each of his councils. It dawns on me then just how good of a liar he is. None of these people, who presumably put their trust in him, are aware that he actually has a suspect on the case, and that person happens to be his father. He is lying to their faces, and when his eyes flit to mine, I can see that they are devoid of regret. Once more, he doesn't feel bad about lying, which makes me reevaluate every opinion I have of him.He strikes the back of his chair a few moments later. "All right. Dismissed. Please keep a look out for any unusual activity and let me know when you come across it. Remain alert. Remain vigilant."At that point, the council members get up and start to file out of the buil
My lungs are straining as I haul my bag up another flight of steps, and I moan.I remind myself as I look up at the granite tile peak, only a few more. With each slow breath, I curse Kohl, and when at last I reach the top, it takes everything I have not to fall into the wall. His new room, which is situated just beneath the spiral staircase that leads to his room in the spire, was what he had ordered for me. I had disagreed with him about this, partly because I hadn't wanted to leave Macy behind and partly because moving seemed like a drag after settling in. But there was no disputing with the prince. I had thus made both of us feel better by handing Macy a copy of my key, which Kohl had created at my request, following an incredibly emotional farewell with her. After telling her that she was welcome to stop by at any time, I put my whole wardrobe into a suitcase and left.But I'm not concerned about Macy. Following the event, she had been fired by Gertrude and was now working in the
They heard a step; someone is approaching, Naomi said. The prince stood up, waiting to see who it was. Naomi, are you there? "I will be with you soon," she said. Naomi had a bath, dressed, and walked to Macy, who was excitedly waiting at the door. She came so they could take part in the ongoing tournament., you know I am not interested in the competition, she remarked, 'i know but let's go watch,' Macy said. They sat together and joined the already chattering crowd.Prince Kohl was locked in Naomi's room, waiting for the proper time to leave to escape any suspicion of having relationships with Naomi. He opened the door, saw no one, and proceeded silently to his chambers, where he promptly took a bath and returned to the competition grounds. His gaze quickly shifted to where Naomi was seated; they exchanged smiles and focused on the game. The hits were so loud, as opponents maintained a close eye on their opponent. "Go girl, we are behind you," a voice from the chattering crowd echoed,
He responded, "It's about time," and at precisely midnight, he changed into a big grey wolf and sprang out of the Palace without anyone knowing. He quickly leapt past a number of wolves and into the woodland. Naomi remarked, darting between the girls and giving Kohl a sardonic look from a distance, "It doesn't take long for me to realise that it's Prince Kohl." She was aware of Prince Kohl's objectives and wanted to know what they were. She finds it hard to watch Althea, her sister, get tight whenever she comes close, and she always bats her eyes in rejection when she looks at her.Even though I can scarcely see Kohl because of my poor vision, his golden eyes attract my attention when I see him. she said to herself. Kohl's lips were pursed as he looked straight into my soul as they drew closer and shared a passionate kiss. The essence of love overpowered the speed of light that flashed across their heads. Naomi, taken aback by the odd title, questioned, "Who? Me, Queen?" as Prince Koh
After supper, Agnarys walked into the council room and met Prince Kohl, eager to learn what her first mission would be, wondering and emphasising how to give it her all in order to impress the prince. Prince Kohl unknowingly interrupted her internal dialogue and asked if she was ready for her first mission; in a quick glance at the prince, Agnarys ignited and agreed, this was a moment she had always waited for.Your first objective, he added, is to prove longevity and knowledge. For example, if I wasn't in the council room, where would I be?! Agnarys realised she was entangled in an unsolved mystery. She responded, "My prince, I know I can only find you in your room right now because you never leave." Prince Kohl, astonished by her enormous intelligence, asked if she was prepared for the game of longevity. "Yes, I am," she replied.There was a knock on the door, and he stated it should be Nirnsich. I'll call you in an hour, Nirnsich, okay my prince, she replied as she returned to the
Excellent," Alex replies, standing taller than me in his human shape. He was tall, but he's grown even taller since then. He kneels next to me and transforms into a wolf in an instant. His brown skin turns to blonde fur, and his piercing green eyes don't go away when his beast fully emerges.He is really tall compared to me. I damn myself for not being taller.He lets his mouth drop. He says, "Right," in a wolf-like, gravelly voice. "So, I know I said I'm all for the basics, but I think you'll learn a little faster if I throw you into the deep end."My wolf-like features twitch into a frown. "What do you mean?" "I mean... this."He jumps on me with the speed of light and throws his weight against me. I let out a startled gasp as his weight pushes me into the floor."What the hell!" I exclaim, feeling heat shoot up my sharp cheekbones. Even fluster, it seems, won't let me go from my wolf form.Alex gives me a wolf-like smile. He presses down on my shoulders for emphasis. "I don't have
My lungs are straining as I haul my bag up another flight of steps, and I moan.I remind myself as I look up at the granite tile peak, only a few more. With each slow breath, I curse Kohl, and when at last I reach the top, it takes everything I have not to fall into the wall. His new room, which is situated just beneath the spiral staircase that leads to his room in the spire, was what he had ordered for me. I had disagreed with him about this, partly because I hadn't wanted to leave Macy behind and partly because moving seemed like a drag after settling in. But there was no disputing with the prince. I had thus made both of us feel better by handing Macy a copy of my key, which Kohl had created at my request, following an incredibly emotional farewell with her. After telling her that she was welcome to stop by at any time, I put my whole wardrobe into a suitcase and left.But I'm not concerned about Macy. Following the event, she had been fired by Gertrude and was now working in the
When Kohl finally reaches the top of the table, he exclaims, "We've made good progress," clutching the back of his seat. We still don't have a solid suspect in mind for this whole thing. Then and only then can we launch a planned, comprehensive attack."I blinked, gazing at Kohl as he examines each of his councils. It dawns on me then just how good of a liar he is. None of these people, who presumably put their trust in him, are aware that he actually has a suspect on the case, and that person happens to be his father. He is lying to their faces, and when his eyes flit to mine, I can see that they are devoid of regret. Once more, he doesn't feel bad about lying, which makes me reevaluate every opinion I have of him.He strikes the back of his chair a few moments later. "All right. Dismissed. Please keep a look out for any unusual activity and let me know when you come across it. Remain alert. Remain vigilant."At that point, the council members get up and start to file out of the buil
Prince Kohl looks at me like he's angry. I'm sure he thinks I'm going to piss now. "Did you not see the burns on her face? Of course there was boiling water in that godsdamned pitcher, what else could it have been?"I keep quiet. Prince Kohl must have seen the burns as well, not because of his elevated voice. Additionally, I am certain that the pitcher did not contain any hot water.But before I can consider it further, Prince Kohl lets out a sigh. Then he motions for me to follow as he passes by. "Come with me.""Where?""To my quarters. You're part of my council now, so it's time I introduce you to the others."I flinch. "I thought I was just going to be your maid?""No," he answers. He's quiet for a short while. He continues, "You will be my spy from now on," but I can't see his faceI stare at Kohl in shock. I'm positive that I misheard. "Pardon?" He looks at me slantwise. "You're going to be my spy, I declared. Unless, naturally, you'd prefer to be a maid.I give a headshake. "No
My face is crimson. I feel like I'm burning, I'm so red. I see scarlet. My face is flushed. I am filled with excitement as I gaze at Gertrude's coiled body, trembling and groveling. I want her to suffer. Her tears pierce my heart, and I realize that I want to hurt her even more. Every sharp note that they make just serves to fan the flames of my inner fire. They ring in my ears. I take up an iron mace from the weapons rack, its weight firm and heavy in my hand, and my movements don't even feel like mine.I look at her intently. My desire is to strike her until she bleeds. She can't breathe, she won't stop crying, and all she can do is apologize profusely for all she's done. That's why I want to beat her.I have no one observing me. Gradually, step by step, I move forward. Next up, another.Next up, another.I lift the blade. My wrist is being grabbed by someone.I turn so quickly that I nearly run into the person who is holding me. Rough breaths are heaving in my chest. His golden eye
I take a bite out of my chicken. Since we were both released from the safe room two days ago by two guards who just so happened to be inspecting every safe room, Alex and I have not spoken. However, I haven't had a conversation with anyone I was in that room with. Kairi appears to have stayed away from any keeping in touch with everyone she was with that evening, and Prince Kohl is being... Okay, so... Kohler, Prince.I glanced in the direction of the front table. The Ladies of Queenstrial eat dinner with the Prince Kohl and his parents in their ornate chairs. The Ounsli girl, Bronte, is still here, albeit she is severely cut and bruised from her altercation with the Lunous girl. The Queenstrials' first round was declared void due to the assaults, and it was rescheduled for tomorrow. I believe the monarch is making a determined step to show the attackers, whoever they may be, that the spirit of Gahndor endures. However, I doubt they'll be able to maintain that pretense for very long,