~Willow's Point of View~
The entire palace was completely on edge, and had been now for over two weeks. Two weeks and four bodies had been found, not including Sally. I felt like we were living in a game of Clue, but it wasn’t fun. It wasn’t fun at all.
One murder framed Damien, another Dawson, which of course beyond infuriated him. The fourth one, framed me. He was boldly and outwardly mocking us, this piece of shit.
We all had a strict buddy system, always at least three to four people together at all times.
I was barely sleeping, it usually took my mates physically exhausting me to get me out. Not that any of us were complaining about that.
It was just under a week from when t
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~Dawson’s Point of View~ It was now the day before my wedding and there had been more murders since we found the male’s shirt. One framed my mom and one framed my dad. It was beyond ridiculous at this point. People were sleeping with bells on their door knobs so they would hear anyone trying to come in the night. Mother of course had done all she could to control the press but word was getting out. “Murders In The Palace, No One Can Stop It.” "The King Powerless In His Own Home." We looked like complete fools. Father was beside himself, always more concerned about our public image than he let on. Little did they know or report that each person who’d been murdered we were able to either trace back to t
~Willow’s Point of View~ “Are you the only one who isn’t going to tell me to call it off,” I asked, looking at my mom. Of course that would mean ruining Jeanette’s day now too, but she would understand. Her of all people. My mates both wanted me to until I pointed out it was the best way to draw out Maxwell. “I haven’t said to cancel,” Brad said, fluffing out the train on my dress. Mom shook her head. “I think we’ve interfered enough with the goddess’ vision. What’s going to happen now is in her hands,” she said, taking off one of her jade bracelets and putting it on my wrist. She repeated the gesture with Jeanette and we clanked them toge
~Damien’s Point of View~ We had a few couples dances as everyone mingled and had some hors d'oeuvres. A band played some light jazz music and everyone was in a good mood. I noticed Willow getting a bit tired, her pregnancy was the furthest along and she was carrying two. I knew it would be a bit harder on her. But that’s why she had two of us to carry her around. I couldn’t wait. Foot rubs, rubs everywhere. Spoiling her rotten and the babies. “Why don’t I take you upstairs,” I whispered in her ear as I moved the hair off her neck and kissed her skin. “And when we don’t come back,” she said, giggling. Fuck she’s so damn cute. So sexy. She doesn’t even have to try. Just the slightest thing she does and I
~Willow’s Point of View~ I think everyone has had the dream where you see yourself, you see something happening in slow motion and there’s nothing you can do about it. Well this was just a much longer, extended version. I felt myself paralyzed and unable to move, I felt him near. There was nothing I could do and that was exactly what he banked on. What he planned on and what he needed to get his kink I suppose. The horror I felt that he would do something to me sexually was absolutely maddening. The idea that I was maybe conscious enough to know what was happening but unable to move was sickening. I had to pray that was not part of his plan, but it was clear killing me was the end goal. Although I could feel my body being carried by him, placed in the throne room … I w
~Willow’s Point of View~ Mila always says to trust my gut instinct. Well, lately all I can think is that the danger is not over. Someone royal is still in trouble. I have told my mates this, and while security is still amped up and inspectors have re-vetted all employees it hasn’t done anything to quell the feeling of doom I have. There have been a few more visions over the last few days, nothing major. Nothing I could gain much from. I think it is stuff off in the future. One may have even been something about my sister Heidi, but it was so hard to tell. We were preparing to officially have the coronation to make the guys joint Kings and to make me Queen. I was nervous, but I felt ready. A Queen at 17 though? Yikes!
~Willow’s Point of View~ “I swear,” I said, pledging myself to the crown. To the Drexel dynasty. To protect and serve the Ten Kingdoms against all enemies. To serve at the pleasure of my Kings, and to be their partner in love, life and the pursuit of happiness for all our subjects. And some other stuff I’m sure I blurred out. The ceremony had already been nearly an hour, and my feet were killing me. I felt like I’d gained ten pounds in the last week and my clothes were tight, way too tight. I resolved my first act as Queen was to ban high heels immediately. I had on three inch pumps that were completely unnecessary. I looked over and saw Jeanette and Victoria both in flats and I gave their feet the evil eye. The gown I had on was also way too heavy, and the jewel
~Dawson’s Point of View~ She couldn’t die, I wouldn’t accept that. For all her faults she was my mother, the only one I’d ever have. She gave her entire life to her children, to the crown. To the Drexel dynasty. Half the palace was gathered outside the medical ward, desperate for word. The word was, she was in a coma and it wasn’t likely she would wake. The staff loved mother, they were all highly devoted. When Willow brought to my attention that Maxwell could have potentially poisoned something in her room, we literally gutted it and sent all her products for testing. We were still waiting to get the results back, I’d just gotten off the phone with the lab and after some choice words they promised to have it all done today.
~Willow’s Point of View~ We literally had no way to get an unconscious Dawson out of the medical ward without anyone seeing. It was bad enough I just ran through like someone was dying, people would want to know why. I hated having to be so accountable to people, having to explain myself. It was quite a burden to shoulder. *Can’t just walk around naked huh? That sucks. Guess what I can do that,* Mila said. I nearly snorted. Like I didn’t know. Ever since the incident where she almost made me pee my pants during a rather important time, she’s been constantly reminding me of things she can get away with and do that I can’t. *What’s wrong with our mate,* she asked, as I stroked his hair.