Turmoils of the past

It was prematurely morning, the sun had just risen consciously up in the bright sky as it lits up the earth with its illumination rays.

Likewise, the kingdom's inhabitants have arisen from their slumbers as they could be seen to be bustling around here and there for the unpredictable occurrences of the day.

Among the six kingdoms, the kingdom of Denmark has prevailed to possess the most harmonic and prosperous lands. Although, the kingdom of the werewolves slightly beats them to it.

Nevertheless, at the castle, Lady Macbeth could be seen in the kitchen as she gives out a series of orders to the slaves and servants before leaving the kitchen. 

She got outside the castle and saw Shawn in the vast yard, wiggling and jerking his left arm energetically as he practice his sword-fighting along with his blade.

At that moment, his head snappily looked over at her as she approached him. Hence, he paused immediately.

"I was waiting for you," he said out the very moment she got to him.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, I had to give out a few orders to the servants before leaving," Lady Macbeth explained as she watched him place the sword back to its sheath.

"Hmm, okay... Let's go to the divine temple then," he gestures and they both left towards the divine temple.

The atmosphere hovering around the castle seems soothing, yet one could feel its intensity as several maids and guards could be caught a glimpse of —scuttling here and there on miscellaneous chores and duties.

"I doubt if the queen saw the dragon's mark on Alpha Jeffrey's chest," Shawn abruptly mumbled to Lady Macbeth while on their way.

"I'm certain, she would. The queen is not short-sighted —I'm sure she'd glimpse the dragon mark on alpha Jeffrey's chest," Lady Macbeth confided.

“Hmm, but I'm extremely confused about everything, how did alpha Jeffery get the dragon's mark on his chest?”

“Only Matilda could explain all these puzzles to us,” Lady Macbeth confides as she nervously steeples her fingers.

"Your right, only that crazy Matilda can tell us,” Shawn mimicked dramatically and Lady Macbeth glared dangerously at him.

“Don't ever call Matilda a crazy woman, she's not crazy but a seer!" She maliciously said as they eventually got nearer to the divine temple which was adorned with scotch mists on the walls.

Shawn scoffed with an eye roll. “Indeed, lady Macbeth,” he muttered.

Reaching the entrance, they took off their foot-wares before proceeding inside the divine temple as they put up with the long stair treads.

Behold, they caught sight of the queen, in her purple silk gown as she lay weakly and fragile on the red grounds of the temple with her long dark hairs dispersing all over her face.

"My queen!" they both shrieked in unison on seeing how disoriented she was.

Right in front of the spreading queen was a raven bronze, it was in the shape of a dominant man with the most deadly face you'd ever seen. Assorted remarkable blossoms of numerous pigments festoon his body, and a raven sculpture of a valiant dragon was seated on his huge mighty feet.

"Careful, my queen!" Lady Macbeth cautioned on catching sight of how wobbled her pure feet were.

“I'm not weak, Lady Macbeth!" Queen Isle snapped angrily at her, her green orbs could be hardly seen as they grew extremely dark.

The Queen loathes being seen as someone fragile, someone vulnerable, and someone incompetent.

"Forgive me, my queen!" Lady Macbeth bowed.

Queen Isle was extraordinarily exhausted, her legs lurched as she lurched out of the innermost temple.

She misconstrued, incidentally blundering a step and she knocked on the older woman's shoulder for assistance not to fall to the floors.

And just in time, Lady Macbeth caught her quickly while Queen turns her head toward Shawn.

“Get the castle prepared for a feast, the other kingdoms would be coming," she weakly informed.

Shawn nods as he bowed. "I will do as you ordered, my queen!" And he instantaneously left.

Queen Isle slowly pulled away from Lady Macbeth as they both vacated the divine temple, she battled not to quiver on her steps but her hurting body betrayed her.

"My Queen, I would advise you to take a rest. I'm sure you wouldn't want the people to see you this way," Lady Macbeth concerning said.

She hoped the queen would listen to her but the Queen being who she is —will never heed her statements.

"No, Lady Macbeth. I can't, I have a lot to do today. The five kings and their wives are coming to grace the feast —I have to make certain everything is fixed properly, it's my duty as a queen and a ruler. For now, take me to the Viper's room, I wish to have a word with Henrietta," Queen Isle said authoritatively.

"Yes, my queen!" Lady Macbeth replied while leading the way towards the room where Henrietta is being held captive.

A few servants and guards who saw them on the way halted in tension, they felt intimidated at the queen's cold sight as they bowed toward her.

"My queen!" The guards at the door bowed on seeing her as they hastily unlocked the door for her. Hence, Queen Isle stepped in first before Lady Macbeth.

Abruptly, hysterical laughter came from the queen, lingering around the air as she viciously grinned at the poor lady laying feeble on the floor with blood all over her body.

On the east viewpoint of the room, there's a small cell in which a ferocious white snake recoils itself dangerously —that was the reason why the queen called it the "the viper's room"

"Y-you finally came to see me," Henrietta said in a quivering voice that rippled in the coldness of the floors.

"Of course, I did, Henrietta. I came to see how my good friend is faring with my baby," Queen Isle said meekly as she looked over at the hissing snake in the cell.

Her legs consciously stridden towards the cell in which the snarling snake was boxed in. And then, Queen Isle flapped her fingers childishly at it as if letting out an —hello!

“Your despicable, Isle. How could you do this to us?! My husband never killed Dawson, he didn't kill your husband!" Henrietta grumbles, her hand clenching her bulged stomach.

Her beautiful countenance is concealed by her brown long hair which flooded on her face, and her long blue dress is badly shredded. Her flawless back is now bleeding in raw blood from the harsh whips she received from Isle's men.

"Really? You still considered that beast as your husband after he killed my husband?!  Unbelievable, the same man you considered as your husband betrayed you into warming my bed, last night,” Queen Isle snickered.

She kept on grinning satisfactorily, her green eyes glowing in contentment on catching a glimpse of the raw bitterness and resentment granulating on Henrietta's countenance.

Lady Macbeth simply watched the intensifying scene in front of her, she felt pity for the pregnant woman but then... What about Queen Isle?

She lost her dear husband, she was only taking revenge on the werewolves. However, she was going too far about it!

“Oh, creator. I wonder what will happen later on,” lady Macbeth thought difficultly.

—Future. That's what she's terrified about, that's what she is frightened about!

"I know my husband very well more than you do, Isle... I know he will never have intimacy with you if you hadn't forced him to do it!" Henrietta growls, her mug glowering hatefully at the queen.

Queen Isle scoffed with a dramatic wave of her head as if what Henrietta had just said is funny.

"I can see that you trust your husband so much, I must compliment that's quite impressive! Anyways, I will be taking my leave now. But before that, I would love to advise you, Henrietta —Make certain you say your last prayers to the heavens because there's a possibility you would die alongside your precious child or... Jeffrey, my slave!" She asserted, sneering wickedly at the vicious-looking snake.

Hence, she departed from the cell as she sauntered toward Luna Henrietta, leaning down to her as she malevolently grasped her neck, forcefully choking her to death.

"A-ha! Stop please!" Luna Henrietta cried out, tears spilling down her eyes as she struggled to shove Queen Isle's hands off her neck.

Lady Macbeth gripped her chest tightly, sobbing silently as she watched the helpless woman.

What's the queen turning to be every single day?!

A monster.

"You are like a pest in my hands, Henrietta," Queen Isle bellows while Luna Henrietta coughed pleadingly, gasping sharply as she battles to breathe in.

Immediately, Queen Isle finally lets go of her neck. She straightened out before storming out of Viper's room while Lady Macbeth pursued her.

Luna Henrietta continuously coughed, gulping heavily and gasping as her body throbbed. Not minding holding her tears back, she willingly let them fall.

She's terrified —nothing must happen to her child, nothing must happen to her husband!

What does she do?! She's helpless, she's weak.

"Take that slave out of the room and get her ready for the feast tonight!"

Luna Henrietta heard Queen Isle's harsh orders which resounded in the room. Fearsomely, her heart jumped into her mouth in deep trepidation.

Get her ready for the feast?!