Rayven was once again surprised to see William coming to the training after the rumors that circulated about his father. This boy and his sister never failed to amaze him.As soon as he arrived the other boys began to whisper and then one called him a traitor's son. William ignored them and went to pick up his wooden sword to start his training but no one wanted to fight him. "You." Rayven pointed at the boy who called him a traitor. "Fight him." He ordered. "Yes, my Lord!" He said but cursed inwardly. William took a steady grip around his sword ready to fight the boy and Rayven leaned back against the tree to watch the beating. It was more satisfying than he expected. William seemed much stronger than usual and Rayven knew all too well that the strength came from the anger inside. He knew that look in Williams' eyes. One could say he taught the boy a lesson and he would never be called a traitor's son by the boys again. But someone's parents would come here tomorrow and this time
In black I dressed With sorrow deep in my chestIt held onto my soul Slowly building a nestLike a bird it sings Every morning when I wakeBringing back the pain that stingsAnd makes my heart breakAngelica put the pen down after writing the poem. She placed her hand on her chest. Her heart was still bleeding but writing down a few words helped a little. Now she understood why Lord Rayven wrote so many poems. She blew the candle and went back to bed. Hopefully now with her heart a little less heavy she could sleep. She would force herself to enjoy this moment before she woke up to another nightmare. She knew things would only get worse from here on. When the morning came sooner than she hoped she went down to have breakfast. William was seated at the table and was only eating fruits. "You don't want breakfast?" she asked as she sat down. "I guess there won't be any breakfast for us for a while." He said. She frowned.Eva came to the table and served her tea. "My Lady. No one
As promised, Natasha kept sending her butler or her maid to deliver food to her home. Angelica was grateful as things got even more difficult in the past week. Letters written by her father were found that proved his treason. He was trying to reach the king of their neighboring kingdom, exposing their own kingdoms strategies and weaknesses. Her father wanted the king of Crezia to take over their kingdom, Kraghorn. Now people despised him not understanding how he could betray not only his King, but his own people and Kingdom as well. Angelica wasn't surprised anymore. Her father probably made a deal with the king of Crezia to get something in return for giving him the secrets to their kingdom. He had a plan for everything except he failed at the end. Thomas and Eva got attacked several times when they went outside, all because they worked for her. Angelica cried when Eva came covered in dirt one day because a few stupid people had pushed her into mud and threw things at her. And the
"What are you doing?!" Rayven asked Skender. Why did he take the boy away from his sister? "I couldn't just do nothing," Skender said. "And you thought of going there personally to bring him? Don't you know that the shades are out there? You could have put them in danger." Skender's eyes widened at his sudden anger and Rayven realized he was worked up again because of the boy and his sister. He took a deep breath. He wouldn't have been so agitated had he not known William's secret. The shades were looking for him. Any wrong move and the boy would be in danger. But why was he caring again? He swore not to. "What is your problem, Rayven? When I don't act you get angry and now when I am doing something you get angry too." Rayven could see Lazarus standing at the entrance with a knowing smirk on his face. "William will be safe in the military camp and I made it seem like a punishment and not that I was doing them any favor," Skender explained then picked up his glass to drink his
Natasha showed Angelica to a nicely decorated room where she could stay until she met her suitor, which she had arranged. Only now did she realize how terrified she was of meeting the man that could be her future husband if things went as planned. "Don't worry about your brother. Both our fathers have been to military camps. It has its benefits," Natasha told her. Angelica knew that already. She knew the other boys would give her brother a hard time but at least there he would have food and shelter and he would be alive. Her heart broke thinking she had to choose between those things for her brother. "I know. Thank you." Angelica smiled. "Alright. I will let you rest so you can impress Lord Scott tomorrow." She gave her a smile before closing the door to the room behind her. Once Natasha was out of sight, Angelica could finally breathe. She went to sit on the well-made bed and tried to calm down. Suddenly, her stomach was filled with dozens of butterflies that stabbed her like be
Angelica sat near the window and stared at the horizon watching the sunset. The women dying in her town seemed to stop for some time and then start again. She didn't only have the townspeople to worry about now, but also a killer roaming free and killing women of her age. She wasn't safe anywhere. Hopefully, soon she would be married and move to the other side of the town, where Lord Scott lived. Natasha would let him know she agreed to the marriage. The door to the room was opened after a knock and Natasha stepped inside. She had a frown on her face. "Sir Shaw is here looking for you," she said. Sir Shaw? Why could he be looking for her? Did he perhaps change his mind? Angelica left her window to go see why he was here. When she arrived at the parlor she saw that he wasn't alone. He came with another man. Angelica had seen the man somewhere but she couldn't recall exactly where. Perhaps she had seen him with her father? The man introduced himself as Lord Green. He was a busin
A week passed since Angelica came to Lord Greens' house. The chores became easier the more she learned, and she became close with the other maids. She was surprised by how much she could learn in such a short amount of time and she somehow enjoyed doing work. It didn't feel like she was wasting her day trying to figure out what to do or how to spend the rest of her day. The only thing she missed was her books and the thing she would probably never miss was her fancy dresses that crushed her ribs. And of course, she missed her brother the most. She wondered how he was doing? Angelica thought of trying to find a way to send him a letter and let him know she was alright. She wanted to know how he was doing. Was he eating well? Sleeping well? Were people being very harsh to him? The coffee almost boiled over while she was lost in thought. She quickly removed it from the fire and poured it in a cup to take it to Lord Green. He always liked to have a cup of coffee every afternoon. Lord G
"Where are you taking me?" Angelica asked. "I am sure you know since you tried to run away." Said the man sitting to her left and holding the dagger. "I don't want to." She said. The man nodded. "I can see that. It is hard to accept but you will get used to it." Used to it? The man sitting across from her studied her face and let his gaze rake her body. "You would make a lot of money." He said as if that should be some kind of consolation. "A lot." The other one emphasized. The one with the dagger nodded again. "You will do well, Angelica. You won't even have to try. In no time you will be able to pay back Lord Green." He told her. These men...she couldn't believe it. They were talking so casually about it as if she was just going to do any other kind of work. Perhaps it was any other kind of work for them. Angelica shook her head, feeling the tears burn her eyes. She was not going to cry in front of these men. No! But the tears fought against her and one fell slowly down he