Straight Out of a Fairytale (Completed)

chapter 37

Two days and I have successfully mastered the art of being a martyr. Handmaidens, butlers, and even the butcher seemed to have fully developed a raging hatred towards me. They did their job as thoughtfully as they could, no matter what it was. One time, I slipped into a pool of cooking oil. In the fucking hallway as I made my way towards dinner. I did get help though, but only because the Queen saw I was in no shape to join her at the table. Which means my gown was a mess and my face all the same.

But I didn't let those petty (not really) situations bother me. All I needed to do now was wait. By how long, I wasn't quite sure about it. I heard no news from Aiken. If he sent any letter to his mother, the Queen didn't find it of importance to address it to me.

I made sure to hide within the walls whenever there is an audience with the Queen. Clans of witches would often visit the Palace to dine with her so that meant supper in my own chamber. The room was handsome enough though. With fine exquisite furnishings and a large comfortable bed that made me long for my prince even more.

I take a deep breath and found myself lost within the swirling clear liquid on the cylindrical container. Their flesh turned paler as two days past and I am starting to get worried. I have only known Fawn and Freya for only so little time but it hurt to see them in this state. Especially now that the Queen made it clear that they are not to be released if things do not go as planned.

Oftentimes, I hear her saying that she have no plans on setting the twins free. They were a much threat if conscious, she said. She promised Night that his sisters would be alive but none of their freedom. Night didn't seem to notice the gray area on what the Queen promised. Which made me even more worried. And she would also drop hints about it over the table, wherein only I could hear her. She treats me like how she might treat a human. Kindly, though if I may use the word that she described it. Which was fine by me. A few more days or weeks and I can finally be with Aiken without any hindrances. I'd risk it all for a chance to be with him.

"I'm sorry." I hear myself whisper, faint and almost inaudible. "I am so sorry. So so sorry that both of you got caught in between this mess." I wasn't really sure if they could hear me but I had to say it out loud.

The throne room is empty. With the light from outside draped all over the place, it looked like a painting out of a canvas. Or a fully detailed sketch from a blueprint. The stone throne seemed more beautiful now that the light have caught its colour. A dark hue of gray, with the brilliant ruby gems pressed into its surface.

"Humans always felt the need to voice out their apologies. Yet they keep on making the same mistakes." I turned around with much haste that I almost fell when I stepped on the hem of my gown. It's a gray-green flowing silk gown, with slim laces and a low cut trim. I saw her walking towards me with her skirts swirling as she take step after step.

She raised a brow, the coldness in her eyes seemed to have coated the entire room. Suddenly, it didn't matter if light poured in. An icy feeling jolted up to me and made me shiver. I'm wearing a low cut gown, exposing my collarbones and almost half of my chest, with laces at each hem on my wrist and embroidery on my skirts. I dressed up to relax my mind if only for a minute. And here comes evil.

"It's ironic. Don't you think so?" She asked when I didn't say anything at her earlier remark. I fell into a deep bow and muttered,

"If it pleases you, then yes, your majesty. You say it true." She smirked at my words and I bite my tongue to stop myself from speaking a witty comeback. Geez this woman really goes around picking up fights.

"Your beauty makes me forget, only for a minute, that you're human. And you become more mortal when you open that mouth of yours. It makes no matter, I don't care how you speak as long as you pay respect to your Queen." She stopped right in front of me and regarded my whole being with her eyes alone, her hands placed right in front of her skirts clasped together.