met-a-noia

Chapter 5

*TW: Abusive mannerisms, speech, and hateful words are mentioned. Also very dark and triggering topics like: torture, kidnapping, death, and suicide*

Tarian's POV:

I was feeling the consequences of Amira and I's drunk expeditions from last night as I walked into Buckingham Palace, making my way up the stairs before I felt Aldrich's scolding aura around me. I groaned and asked, "What is it Aldrich?". He scoffed and growled, "Where the hell were you? You're limping.. you reek of wine, and you were late to the delegates from NATO meeting". You've got to be shitting me, not this asshat getting on my damn nerves. Im not having it you damn bastard, leave me be.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Where I go and what I do doesnt concern you anymore. And that meeting's conclusive goal was already decided the moment you stepped in the room. There was no point for me to be there". I could feel his anger even though he was a couple feet away from me as he grabbed my bicep and dragged me into my room. Oh here we go, the " Slut" talk and "Not Responsible" lecture that always ends up with him slapping me.. cant wait.

"What slut were you with this time?". Bloody called it.

"I wasnt with anyone"

"I saw you sneaking out.. you only do that when you want to put your disgusting dick in some whore's vagina"

I know he, of all people, is not talking.. I need to control myself. I felt my anger burning my chest as I warningly pointed my finger at him and threatened, "You will do well to watch your tone with me.. Uncle". He scoffed and challenged, "Or what? You're a little girl in a woman's position. You dont have your priorities set straight, your mother and father would be so disappointed". I turned away from him, walking to my desk stuffing my hands in my pockets so I dont do anything impulsive as he continued his infuriated rants. If I could end him right here legally I would, but that would make me look bad since im the Queen. God, this man is literally hanging on by a thread of my patience  and self control here.

"You dont have what it takes to be a Queen. You dont even care about the bloody role! You never have! Your mother and father died to leave a worthless and irresponsible little child to take their place. You cant even handle attending MANDATORY meetings, how will you run a country? The next few years this country will be dead, and it'll be all your fault. You're a good for nothing bastard, you're not even a woman. Your little brother would've been amazing king, hes a bright young man with incredible talents with people and politics. Your sister as well, she wouldve made an amazing Queen if your brother wasn't available for this role. I bet you killed poor Ezra, he was the only one other than April, Cyrus, and Alya who had half a bloody brain! You're exactly like your delinquent father! Its a blessing he died, it wouldve been better if YOU took the bullet instead of my beautiful sister. You cannot handle this duty, you cant afford measly women to become distractions".

I roared, an unearthly rage taking over as I flipped my desk over grabbing the first thing I could and flung it at him, shouting, "You dont think im ready for this role? Thats rich coming from the bastard that abandoned his role as King, because the moment things got rough he quit. My mother was forced to become queen due to your circumstances! You are a bloody coward who cant stand for shit, you didnt even bloody graduate. I, on the otherhand, graduated at age 15 with 2 Ph.D's, where are yours uncle? Buried beneath the plethora of alcohol youve consumed over the past 10 years? Hmm? I, unlike you, am more than capable of handling MY duty as a royal, as a Queen. I took over this role when I nearly died, my parents died, the woman that I love died. I was sitting in MY wheel chair from being stabbed, beatened, water-boarded, electrocuted and kept alive on blasted  Dilaudid  watching as the three people I loved more than anyone else were put 6ft under. Where were you? Hmm? Drinking your sorrows away. I COMFORTED MY FAMILY THROUGH THEIR GRIEF, WITHOUT SHEDDING A SINGLE TEAR OR DRINKING A SINGLE DROP OF ALCOHOL. I PULLED THEM OUT OF THEIR DEPRESSIVE STATES AND GAVE THEM AN ESCAPE FROM THIS HELL! I DID THAT! I DID! NOT YOU, NOT MUM, NOT FATHER, NO ONE! ME! I DID THAT. DO NOT TELL ME I AM NOT READY FOR A ROLE IVE HAD FOR 4 YEARS. ENGLAND HAS FLOURISHED UNDER MY REGIME, MORE THAN MY OWN MOTHER'S..".

Aldrich stepped forward, raising his hand up menacingly making chuckle at his pathetic attempt to scare me, "really? Are you that bloody pathetic? What is it? You cant stand facts? Hmm? Will hitting you makes you feel less of an idiot? Eh, Uncle? all those times you hit me, when father and mother were away when I was a kid conditioned me for these years of pain. You cant do anything else to hurt me, you've scarred me plenty, and yet here I am standing tall against your pitiful attempt to make me cower in fear". Aldrich looked me in the eyes, his anger creating flames in those clouded eyes as he brought his hand down and slapped me.

I scoffed, clapping my hands together before saying, "Congratulations.. you've made your poor, inferior self feel better. But...", I straightened my back out as I punched him in the face and watched as he fell to the ground, holding his nose in pain. I stood over him and kicked him in the ribs, before growling, "You ever mention my siblings.. or ever try to place this curse on them I'll make sure to completely obliterate you. I have nothing else to lose.. you see thats the benefit of being a Queen.. after you've lost everything you care about.. you have nothing else to lose.. and thats what makes a good Queen. A Queen with her humanity switched off. Right? So.. let me be very clear my very dear uncle... you ever disrespect me again like you did just now.. you'll be serving jail time for several counts of recorded and documented domestic abuse and many more charges. You are as dead to me as my own soul".

Aldrich looked up at me and cackled, "they will never believe you, Devil's child! I'll get you for this, for destroying my beautiful face.  just you see!", before he scampered off like a dog with it's tail inbetween its legs. I sighed, feeling my heart hammer against my chest as I slammed the door and locked it. I slid down the dark mahogany and looked down at my trembling hand, looking up at the mess that was now my room and sighed shakily. I've never fought back against his abuse before... I know the next time he throws his 'tantrums' he'll do some real damage. I've just fed a forest fire. I sighed, my cheek and hand stung and throbbed like hell. I closed my eyes and hugged myself, letting the tears fall as flashes of that night filled my head.

Damn this family... and damn this title. I just want to be set free.

To be continued..