All Chapters of Once Upon a Tryst: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

[Faye] I open my eyes in a nearly dark room. I’m not sure how long I slept, but the fading golden hour glow slipping through the blinds tells me that it has been several hours. Other than the quality of light streaming through the windows, nothing has changed. The apartment is silent, with no sign of anyone else here. Arthur is still next to me, unmoving. I check his breathing, and his pulse, and both are still steady but slow. The edges of his lips are a little blue, but otherwise, he just looks like he is in a deep slumber.  “Arthur,” I nudge him with my hand, his body moving with my touch but giving no reaction, no clue that he can sense or hear me.  “ARTHUR!&rd

[Faye/Morgana] "Let our queen go," Queenie threatens firmly as she calmly pulls a long syringe from within a large white bag hanging across her chest. The syringe is full of a strange green fluid that glows a faint blue in the candlelight. "This is a concentrated dose of the toxin he breathed when opening the box of flowers I placed on your doorstep. I will put this in his IV if you do not stop," she grins toothily, giddy with power, "Right now." Since embracing the darkness to find my loved ones, I have felt disconnected, and not quite myself. My movements have become much sharper, along with my hearing and my sense of smell. I can feel my muscles are stronger and faster than before, my movements are more swift and graceful. Also, the power, the power I could feel crackling under m

[Faye] I’m not sure why the queen has chosen to keep me alive. That is the first thought I have when I wake up in the bowels of the palace, the slick stone floor beneath me cold and wet. Shivering into the dark, I pull together what is left of my torn dress, glad that I am unable to see the stains created by the blood of my loved ones. Why won’t she just let me die? I’m not sure how much time has passed. Days? Weeks? Months? There are no windows, no way to mark the time except for trays of food that are placed in my room that I refuse to eat. I would rather die than be in her thrall. They have fo

[Faye] Queenie doesn’t have a chance to blow that whistle. Devona, even weighted down with holding onto me, was far too quick. Blinking, she appeared right behind Queenie. At first, I thought she might snap her neck, but Devona settled for slapping that bitch as hard as she could, right into the doorway, where she crumpled to the ground, her elegant red and gold velvet dress surrounding her like a pool of blood, completely unconscious. My choice would have been to push her down the stairs, but that probably wouldn’t solve anything. It would, however, have made me feel a little bit safer. As we cross the threshold of the room, Devona sets me down careful

[Arthur] My love.  Her body is barely more than bones as I lift her into my arms. Large burn marks mar the wrists and ankles of what had been her perfect skin. Her breathing is shallow, each breath shuddering through her body, shaking her chest with an ominous rattling.  “What happened to her,” I turned to Merlin and the knights. “How did she get so weak? The last time I saw her she was very different?” “My King,” Embyr bows, which is weird to see, just as weird as the armor she now wears. “You have been unconscious for weeks. She has seen terrible things and had very terrible things forced upon her.