DianaMy plan was simple.I remembered how sick I was. I remembered the upset stomach that the foxglove gave Edric.This meant something.While poison couldn’t kill him, he could be harmed.If he could be harmed, there’s no reason he couldn’t fall sick.I just needed him to fall sick enough to where he couldn’t chase me when I eventually decided to make my leave. This time, I could be more careful about my movements and make sure not to fall into any holes.At this point, I felt guilty even doing this, but the human penchant in me to be free was just too strong.Edric would live. I wasn’t sure I would find the need to live if I kept waking up in this old, boring mansion.And so, every day, since I was the one that prepped his meals, I added a little bit of Cangeic spice. It was a naturally occurring intoxicant, but taking it for prolonged periods, usually a week or two, consecutively, no matter how small, had its effect on the body.I knew this because sometimes, part of my punishment
DianaI stood there, trying to comprehend fully, what he had just said.It still sounded like some strange version of the language.“I should…I’m sorry…I…” I couldn’t even keep my eyes straight and was blinking heavily, trying to make sure that I was in reality.“I’m telling you to take this knife right now and stab me anywhere you think can kill me. If you succeed in killing me, you get everything. The house…all my gold, my wealth…everything.”I looked at him like he was mad.“And I won’t try to stop you,” he added as a cherry on top. “I won’t try to dodge or parry or whatever…”There was something comfortable about the way he talked.The confidence was chilling, downright creepy, and gave me even more reason to be scared of him.But the possibilities…As I reached out for the knife, he pulled it back, just slightly out of my reach. “However…” he tsked. “There’s a caveat. The moment you take this knife, you bind yourself to this house. You can only leave when I’m dead. But any attem
Chapter 24DianaFor a while, I couldn’t fully understand what I had just gotten myself into.In fact, for the rest of that day, I stayed outside the mansion. Not far from it…just outside enough where I couldn’t hear any voices…any footsteps.It was just me and my thoughts…and the knife that Edric had given me. I was pondering, not knowing what to do with it. Should I use it to stab him again?But Muzan – the nonchalant guy – was angry when I did that.The message was clear. I shouldn’t do that.But then again, if I was going to have a solid shot at getting out of here, I would have to try some bizarre things.“Cursed with Eternal life,” I mused to myself. Muzan was pissed because I had made a deal with the devil. I had traded a long year of hard labor, for a chance at freedom, the only consequence being that I could be locked in with him for the rest of my life.I refused to accept that he couldn’t die. No one on this planet couldn’t. I just had to find the right tools to use.There
DianaI went back into the mansion when I started getting itches. I needed to take a bath. They were wild wolves after all, and I didn’t want to get ticks or fleas.Werewolves wouldn’t mind, but not me.I minded.After a refreshing bath, I walked out to begin being bored again.I didn’t know what to do around the house, and apart from cooking, I wasn’t hard-pressed to do anything.It was almost like they had forgotten that they had brought me in to be of some domestic service to them. It got so awkward, that all I did was wander the house. It was back to me being at home, living the life of a princess…chef.A princess chef…if anything like that existed.Only this time, I wasn’t being ridiculed by anyone. The ground I walked on wasn’t spat on after I had passed, and I wasn’t getting any nasty glares.Not even from Edric.Also, he had started moving around the house a lot more…so much, that I eventually stopped running and ducking into the nearest room when I sensed him coming.However,
Diana I let the air…or the lack of it, burn my lungs as I took one painful step after another. This seemed like the perfect solution to all of my problems. The wind whipped across my face as I stared at the water below me. It was a long way down. Enough that if I cast myself, no one would find me before I died. The speed of the fall would shatter my bones and make it impossible for me to swim my way out of the mess. It was death, guaranteed once I stepped off the ledge. All that it required was that I took that step. “This is better,” I tried to psyche myself, giving myself the pep talk that no one but me needed to hear. Death was better than the torture I had faced growing up – one that guaranteed itself to continue as long as I remained here. Why? I am Diana Crossfield. That’s why. I existed, and it was enough reason for my father to detest me so much, that hitting me became second place to throwing me in the ash cellar and locking me up for days. I was
Diana “He’s a powerful prince of the North, now,” my father said, his voice sounding sarcastically caring. Like it mattered. It didn’t. What mattered was getting rid of me. But I welcomed it. I was about to check myself out anyway. I had spent years wishing for a way out, a miracle—something to rip me from this place that never wanted me. And now, when it finally happened, it wasn’t on my terms. It was on his. Can’t a girl have something for once? Welp… “So?” I put on a sarcastic glare like I didn’t know where he was going with this. “You’re going to get married to him,” he clarified. I rolled my eyes, “Finally” “Have your clothing and materials ready before tomorrow. My men would come and take you naked if you’re not ready by the time they are,” his tone was dismissive as always. I was already walking out of the pack house by then. I had my bags packed before the sun went down and didn’t sleep through the night. A knock sounded at my door at first light
Diana The evening air burned my lungs as I ran. Branches tore at my arms, my legs, and my face, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. At some point, I had lost my shoes. My bare feet slammed against the damp earth, every frantic step sending a jolt of pain up my legs. But I welcomed the pain. It meant I was still alive. It meant I wasn’t in that carriage anymore, heading toward whatever nightmare my father had planned for me. I didn't care too much about life...or at least, I thought I didn't. But death this way? It felt unreal. I was supposed to leave on my terms, right? Why would he have the final laugh? No! Shouts rang out behind me, growing closer. They were chasing me. I pushed harder, the muscles in my legs screaming in protest. The forest was thick, but being left alone to my devices I had played in the woods as a child—I knew the twists, the roots, the places to hide. If I could just make it deep enough, I might have a chance. I might be able to
Edric Silence. Thick, suffocating, unrelenting silence, just how I liked it. I could tell she was uncomfortable. She dared not breathe heavily, and she stuck to only one corner of the room. It was almost as if one step from her would have me or Muzan pouncing I didn’t move either. I didn’t utter a single word. I simply kept my eyes on the parchment on my desk, and let my quill trace lines of whatever came to my head. “She thinks she is about to die,” thick, guttural groans only I could hear cackled. It was Bane, my wolf. “You blame her?” I hummed internally, holding back a chuckle. I could smell it on her. The dread stuck to the back of her throat like the bitter aftertaste of rum, and her pulse ran miles faster than Bane in the forest, chasing after a boar. “She fears us.” I didn’t respond. Of course, she feared us. They all did. In fact, at this point, it felt necessary. The more they feared him, the more likely they were to stay away from him, and as long as they d
DianaI went back into the mansion when I started getting itches. I needed to take a bath. They were wild wolves after all, and I didn’t want to get ticks or fleas.Werewolves wouldn’t mind, but not me.I minded.After a refreshing bath, I walked out to begin being bored again.I didn’t know what to do around the house, and apart from cooking, I wasn’t hard-pressed to do anything.It was almost like they had forgotten that they had brought me in to be of some domestic service to them. It got so awkward, that all I did was wander the house. It was back to me being at home, living the life of a princess…chef.A princess chef…if anything like that existed.Only this time, I wasn’t being ridiculed by anyone. The ground I walked on wasn’t spat on after I had passed, and I wasn’t getting any nasty glares.Not even from Edric.Also, he had started moving around the house a lot more…so much, that I eventually stopped running and ducking into the nearest room when I sensed him coming.However,
Chapter 24DianaFor a while, I couldn’t fully understand what I had just gotten myself into.In fact, for the rest of that day, I stayed outside the mansion. Not far from it…just outside enough where I couldn’t hear any voices…any footsteps.It was just me and my thoughts…and the knife that Edric had given me. I was pondering, not knowing what to do with it. Should I use it to stab him again?But Muzan – the nonchalant guy – was angry when I did that.The message was clear. I shouldn’t do that.But then again, if I was going to have a solid shot at getting out of here, I would have to try some bizarre things.“Cursed with Eternal life,” I mused to myself. Muzan was pissed because I had made a deal with the devil. I had traded a long year of hard labor, for a chance at freedom, the only consequence being that I could be locked in with him for the rest of my life.I refused to accept that he couldn’t die. No one on this planet couldn’t. I just had to find the right tools to use.There
DianaI stood there, trying to comprehend fully, what he had just said.It still sounded like some strange version of the language.“I should…I’m sorry…I…” I couldn’t even keep my eyes straight and was blinking heavily, trying to make sure that I was in reality.“I’m telling you to take this knife right now and stab me anywhere you think can kill me. If you succeed in killing me, you get everything. The house…all my gold, my wealth…everything.”I looked at him like he was mad.“And I won’t try to stop you,” he added as a cherry on top. “I won’t try to dodge or parry or whatever…”There was something comfortable about the way he talked.The confidence was chilling, downright creepy, and gave me even more reason to be scared of him.But the possibilities…As I reached out for the knife, he pulled it back, just slightly out of my reach. “However…” he tsked. “There’s a caveat. The moment you take this knife, you bind yourself to this house. You can only leave when I’m dead. But any attem
DianaMy plan was simple.I remembered how sick I was. I remembered the upset stomach that the foxglove gave Edric.This meant something.While poison couldn’t kill him, he could be harmed.If he could be harmed, there’s no reason he couldn’t fall sick.I just needed him to fall sick enough to where he couldn’t chase me when I eventually decided to make my leave. This time, I could be more careful about my movements and make sure not to fall into any holes.At this point, I felt guilty even doing this, but the human penchant in me to be free was just too strong.Edric would live. I wasn’t sure I would find the need to live if I kept waking up in this old, boring mansion.And so, every day, since I was the one that prepped his meals, I added a little bit of Cangeic spice. It was a naturally occurring intoxicant, but taking it for prolonged periods, usually a week or two, consecutively, no matter how small, had its effect on the body.I knew this because sometimes, part of my punishment
EdricI watched her walk out of her room for the first time in a few days, and it felt like there was a weight lifted off my chest.I wouldn’t say I was happy…or the opposite. Just…relieved. It was good to see something that I had done actually work. At least, this meant that I was learning every day and improving myself up to the point where I could eventually find out what was really wrong with me.And cure it.Oh, goodness, I wanted to cure it really badly.I think the next time I woke up not remembering anything but the aching presence of Bane, giving me sensations of things I might have done in my past life, including the emotions behind them, I would lose it.Completely.I waited for her to wander around the house, not going to meet her first, even though I had been virtually by her side throughout the entire ordeal. I didn’t want her to see that her health mattered to me.I didn’t want her to see that anything mattered to me. It made me feel weak. Without the proper control, I
DianaI could feel the fire scorch me alive, making me wonder what the hell I even did to deserve something so rash. Something so horrid.But here I was. Blaming myself for even lashing out in the first place.Maybe if I didn’t, just like he said, I wouldn’t be in this position.And so, when he came, in his usual manner, to force-feed me the awkward-tasting liquid, I decided to let him know how remorseful I was.“I’m sorry,” I said after the first hit of the Valerian drink.“For what?” he asked.“For yelling at you. I didn’t know it would cause me so much pain,” I coughed.God, I was going to die.It really shouldn’t have mattered, since I was going to be liberated either way, but the thought of doing something as important as dying…not on my terms…irked me.I didn’t want to let life win every battle.That’s why I feared death. If I died now, it would be the coward’s death. I didn’t want that to be. I wanted to have control of that part. He chuckled, instead of acknowledging my apolo
Edric“Master…” I looked over to the doorway that I was too distracted to hear open.“Diana is not feeling very well.”I don’t know why, but her health mattered, at least, enough to get me on my feet and following Muzan to her room.I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt by her statement about me being a monster and whatnot, but at the same time, if she needed my help, I still had to give it to her.I liked being feared. Not necessarily hated.So, I was by her bed, checking her temperature, and trying to figure out what could have possibly happened.“Well, if you screamed as much as she did, you’d come down with a headache, no?” I chuckled dryly, observing the sweat that had pooled around her forehead.That was a clear indication of headaches.Muzan gave me a disproving look.“Okay…alright…I’d have to wait for her to wake up and ascertain for sure.” I stood up and walked to the door. “Call me when she wakes up.”I could have left the ground floor…gone upstairs and to my room to con
DianaYou know, when I lashed out, I half expected to be dead before I even got to my room.Claws on my back…then through my back, with probably something gory sticking out with his hands.This should have been the end for me, disrespecting him like that. Oddly enough, I made it to my room. I was still shaking.My breath was shaky and my head was spinning. And yet, I still wanted a mother.I didn’t know what to think. As soon as the door to my room shut, I pressed my weight against it, knowing that one of them would come and try to pacify me…likely Muzan.I didn’t need to be pacified right now. I needed to open my nose…maybe even my mouth and…breathe!I was short of breath, and yet, I still held what little air I had inside me, not wanting to let go. It seemed like that was the only thing I could have for free – the air in my lungs.And if Edric held my life in his hands, even that wasn’t free too.It sucked.It was life, but it sucked and I wanted to be done with it.“Diana…Diana, o
EdricThe knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, but it was welcome. I needed to get out of my head every now and again.There’s only one person that would knock on the door.“Come in.”The door opened slightly, and she peeked through. “Can I come in?” she asked innocently.I tsked, “But I just said…” I held my tongue. “Yes. Come in.” I repeated, already annoyed, and we hadn’t even started conversing yet.“How are your wounds?” I asked. “They aren’t there anymore.” She replied, touching her side. “Even though it still sometimes feels like they are.”“Phantom pain.” I stood up and walked over to the window, feeling the need for some fresh air and sun. I remember my newfound romance with that bastard.“What is that?” she asked innocently.“It’s when you experience a pain that your brain knows should be there, but somehow isn’t…hence the name ‘phantom’.”She nodded, but I could tell she didn’t fully understand the concept. I didn’t know how else to explain to her, so I just changed