Amethyst hid the body so that they would find it when she was gone. She then packed her most prized possessions and hid the bag close to her exit. On her way towards the original house of Nãlan she was stopped by a frantic heir of the throne. The heir looked terrified and before Amethyst could ask what was wrong the heir came running towards her saying "He's gone. He's gone!" Amethyst kept asking who was gone but it took a while for the heir to form the words. The last living child of the king looked into her face and said, "The king is gone and they will kill us all."
Amethyst had no idea of what to say. This was a first-time scenario, so she was not prepared for it, but just when she thought things were bad, they got even worse. The king's servant Enderwhich showed up with information about the sibling that she had just hidden. Enderwhich came upon them with his head hanging low and weights strapped to his chest. Your highness your sister is.... no longer with us." Jeriah was usually not an emotional person but his reaction to his little sister's death showed he needed a private area to mourn. Amethyst just stopped there and watched him with a peculiar look on her face.
"Mother will want to hear about this but I don't know if I can..." Amethyst thought Jeriah was an absolute mess so she volunteered to visit the insufferable woman he called a mother.
She got to Trantress' room pretty quickly and she had hoped that what she was feeling was guilt but that feeling went away when she pushed open the queen's door. "Trantress, mother if you may" The queen looked at her unwelcomed guest with spite. "Amethyst you foul child why are you here? My husband has left, have you come to rub it into my face?" Though Amethyst would love to; she knew she would have been doing too much. She walked around the room, much to the queens disgust, inspecting the recent changes she made to cover hidden secrets and past misdeeds. "I come bearing bad news my queen, but first I must ask do you not care for all your daughters or was it just me?"
She hissed at her husband's charity work that she could never rid herself of no matter how much she tried. I care for all the children I birthed, the ones that are blood so that means I only have one daughter. You took advantage of my husband's injuries from the war, that is the only way he would take you in." Now that Amethyst knew she still had her coal heart intact she was excited by the idea that she would be able to break it "Sebastian was a better parent than you and he threw a knife at my head recently. He treated me like his own flesh and blood, but you were a wicked woman." A wide smile grew on Amethyst's face and she continued "This is why I take great pleasure in telling you that your daughter is dead. You were so blessed. You were given two daughters you hated one and now you have none."
The old hag wailed, and it almost made up for all of what she did.
"Liar! You insolent child."
"I thought we established that your words no longer hurt me Trantress, your hate no longer has enough power to motivate me because when I look at you, I see nothing, I feel nothing."
The queen just kept crying and yelling words or phrases that she knew had an effect on her but she was met with a smile "Oh did I forget to mention that those insults are also ineffective. Truthfully speaking Trantress you are not an obstacle or an ally, but you had a role in forging this skin I wear. Thank you mother dearest for the armour I now slay."
When Amethyst was walking out of the room, she turned to Trantress. "What was it you said when you hung me from the balcony by my feet. Faith has many ways to settle scores, I think I'll name this one Karma." She continued exiting the room and in the corner of her eyes she could see Trantress clutching her chest while falling to the ground as the doors closed.
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Northern Conflicts
General FictionBorn in the middle of a long and great war between different worlds, she was left in a burning village by herself to die but thankfully her attackers took her in and raised her as their own. Sadly with everything a child could ever have a loving fam...