The introductions were over and some guards came to take the presents away. The Princess headed back to the Stone Bleachers and Aniya followed. While she did, she contemplated pulling the Princess aside and telling her about her suspicions but then she would have a lot of explanation to do.She would have to tell her about the earring and it came into her possession. On the other hand, what if she was overthinking this? What if she was wrong in her suspicion? She would have to give up the only thing she had power over and then she would have no means of escaping this Realm. Besides, this was a Realm she was new too, she didn't know much about how they did things here. What if what she was suspicious of was something completely normal. She kept thinking about this till they were seated at the Stone Bleachers once again.when she finally concluded that she was just overthinking this. The Princess’ friends welcomed her with a smile and open arms. Aniya was once again seated right n
Aniya frowned, hiding behind one tent to another, as she moved so that she would get closer and find out about the discussions going on in the tent. It was probably about an attack, an information she would sell at the price of the freedom of her and her son. “---e cannot keep doing this.” Ula protested in a low whisper. “---promised… if I win.” Aniya smiled, glad that she could finally hear them and hoping that they would be too busy to notice her still shadow. Hopefully, the tent was thick enough to hide that away. “There will be consequences if they find out.” “No one will know,” a husky voice said.There was a rustle. Movements. Then muffled sounds that Aniya knew all too well.Aniya rolled her eyes. By Ignas, this was disappointing. Of course, not every volunteer would be sincere with the “sacred vows”. She burst into the tent, catching Ula and her lover, who was behind her, holding her to him with his palm over her mouth.He had his pants down and her dress hiked up to
“Who gave you the earring? Who is with the other pair?”Ula pointed at the man and he scoffed.Aniya smiled, and adjusted Ula’s scarf. “Good.” Ula trembled slightly, still afraid and unsure of what this interaction might bring. When Aniya offered her a hand, she flinched slightly, eyed it with suspicion and fear before she took it. The moment she was on her feet once more, she let Aniya’s hand go immediately and took a step back. “Face me with whatever accusations you have and let her go.” Aniya ignored him, instead she asked Ula if any child had been brought to the Temple recently to which Ula confirmed that it was true. “He cries a lot.” That brought Aniya no comfort at all. Arlo wasn't the type of child to always cry.By Ignas, what were they feeding her poor son?! Were they even taking care of him?“The Head Mistress tries her best.”That still wasn't enough. It didn't feel enough! The urge to see him rushed over her but from what she had learnt so far, sometimes others wer
"How Not To Get Chosen," Belladonna mumbled to herself in her silvery voice, her blue eyes on the cover of the thin black book she had just picked.It was fairly covered in dust, making the letters on it a little unreadable.She went down the ladder, then blew the dust off the book which made her cough lightly."By Moria Nakuriver," She mumbled the name of the author to herself and instantly shook her head.This book would be of no help because the author actually ended up being chosen as a bride.Moria was the daughter of the Village Head of Nakuriver, one of the seven villages that made up the mighty Kingdom of Ignas, which was ruled by the dreaded Dragon King. When Moria was 18, she had participated in the Choosing Ritual, as the rules had demanded, and had somehow been lucky enough not to be chosen. That was when she had written this book. Almost every lady across the kingdom started reading it, so they could be as lucky as she had been. But then she got chosen at 25, and people
Aniya was on her knees on the bed, resting heavily on her two hands as they held on to the sheets tightly while her silky black hair fell over the sides of her face, wet and glistering with sweat.Her full breasts dangled slightly as the man behind her thrusted into her over and over again. She took it all in, her eyes closed, her pink round lips, slightly parted.All the room had to light it up was a dim lantern on the dressing table, yet the images before Belladonna seem to burn her eyes. "Oh... Lytio." She heard Aniya whisper through trembling lips and she looked up at the face of the man that was behind.Indeed, it was her Mr Perfect. Lytio's hairy chest was glistering with sweats, his slim hands firm on Aniya's small waist, pulling her closer to himself, all his attention on what he was doing.Belladonna took a step back instinctively, her lips pressed together tightly, her eyes blank while her heart crushed into many pieces. "Oh... Lytio." Aniya moaned again and she opened he
"...I was drunk and the timing of your sister..."She gritted her teeth.The feeling of this betrayal by her family felt mightier more than yesterday's. How could her family do this to her?When she spoke though, her voice was controlled and firm. "I see that. I see it all. But I am not about to cry over split milk."Lytio froze for a split second before his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he straightened up, his hands falling to his sides."Your parents have discussed with mine on the 'incident'."'Incident? Of course, that was how they would refer to it.' Belladonna thought but she instead, she asked, "and...?""Bell, I want you to know that I love you very much.""I am sure that wasn't what they concluded on."Lytio clenched and unclenched his fists before digging it into his pockets. "I have to marry Aniya. It is for the best. For my reputation and your sister's. Also to prevent any more unfortunate incidents.""Of course. Do exactly what they want.""I don't have a choice. D
It was a long black leather whip splited into eight pieces.It swept through the air and landed on her back. A gasp of pain escaped her lips as she tumbled to the floor, her long black curly hair scattered to the sides of her face. She immediately curled up on the floor, her folded arms protecting her face.She knew how this went. This wasn't the first time, nor the second or third. She couldn't even count how many times her mother had done this to her and she knew this wouldn't be the last.Isa swung the whip, striking it countlessly against her, on her back, her hands, anywhere it landed on. She was breathing heavily and although her hands were arching her from how long she had been flogging her, she was blinded by so much anger that she just couldn't stop."H-how-- dare you?!"The beating continued, then Belladonna heard her dress ripping from how much the beating was, the whip cutting into her flesh and blood seeping out of the long cuts. She bit her lips till she tasted blood
It read: "Just wait for me, my love. I will find a way for us to be together again." Lytio must have had his brain replaced with one of the fishes that he captured to make such ridiculous promises. She looked at the piece of paper blankly once again and muttered to herself, "such terrible handwriting." She threw it into the fire, where some women were cooking for another wedding. Then left for the library. The moment she stepped into the library, the Librarian greeted her. "There you are, child. My wife told me everything. That mother of yours is a witch." Gladies, his wife, always some how knew everything that was going on in Inaymi. Belladonna had always thought they were a match made in heaven. While she knew about the things going on in town presently, her husband knew very well about the things that happened in the past. Soulmates, she often called them. "And that sister of yours is a snake. Spineless man, the father you have." "Technically, he is not my father."