She walked through the door and into the torch-lit hall, she tried to follow his dark shadow as quietly as possible, but that seemed to be impossible with her heels clicking on the white marble floor, but despite the sound of her heels clattering behind her, he did not stop to look back, as if he was expecting someone to follow him. She cautiously followed behind him, he came to a halt once he was far enough from the ball, but you could still hear the fading sound of the loud music and the distant chattering. The Prince let out a cold chuckle, but before she could do anything she felt a cold bag cover her head, she quickly took the dagger that she had strapped to her thigh wanting to cut the bag from her face, but a large hand had gripped her wrist tightly and forced the knife out of her hand before she could do any damage, she felt a sharp but small thing pierce her skin, soon after she felt dizzy, it appeared as of the was darkness spinning, swirling in a hypnotic rhythm as her legs gave up, she felt a hand on her waist catching her, "Goodnight, Princess," was the last thing she heard, her eyes gave out as she felt the cold floor.
She woke up in a wooden chair, with a bag over her head, her hands and wings were tied behind her back with thick iron chains, her head was pounding, she hissed at the pain of the iron digging into her flesh. She heard a low chuckle as the black sack on her head was removed, messing up her neatly braided hair. She was in a bedroom and sat in front of her, was King Asmodeus and his son Prince Rowan, but once the King saw her his smirk vanished,
"That is not the Crown Princess of Elysium, you moron," he scolded a tall guard that stood next to him, she almost laughed out loud, how could they had mistaken her for her sister, they had different hair colour, she had red hair and her sister had brown, and their wings were also a different colour, she was the only one in the whole realm that had ever had black wings, and in history, still no one knew the reason for it. But she soon realised why the guard was not a normal one, it was a shadow ghost, excellent at tracking, but blind.
"Never mind," he sighed rubbing his temples, "we could still use you as an exchange for what we want from the King," he said evilly.
"Exchange for what?" Astoria asked curiously, still knowing that he would never get what he wanted, at least, not from her anyway,
"Exchange for Elysium, of course," he said stating the obvious, but Astoria only let out a laugh.
"What so funny, girl?" he spat.
"You've got the wrong sister," she said.
"Obviously," the young prince said rolling his eyes while he played with her red dagger, twisting and throwing it like it was a toy.
"No way, my father would exchange me for his beloved kingdom," she scoffed, if she was her sister maybe it would have been different.
"Nonetheless, I wasn't planning on giving you back, you could be a valuable asset," he sighed. " You put up quite a fight when we tried to take you. You would make an excellent weapon, with that power of yours."
Astoria knew when to pick her battles, and arguing with the king wouldn't accomplish anything. She would still be stuck in this place. The King just sighed and walked out of the room along with the Prince and the guards.
She scanned the room for something she could use to unlock the chains with or something she could use to fight with. Astoria was no longer in Elysium but now in Tartarus, she looked out of the small window next to her, it was dark and gloomy, not a hint of sunlight, everything was covered by grey clouds all over, and the buildings were tall and brown, the trees were all dried up or dead; unlike Elysium, it was all so sad and depressing.
Astoria tried to wiggle herself out of the chains, it didn't work, but luckily for her the chains did loosen a bit, lose enough to get two pins from her hair, she bent the two pins straight and wiggled them around in the lock. Once she heard a click sound she smiled as she took off the shackles holding her wrists together that were bleeding golden blood, the chains fell to the floor with a loud thud and then she proceeded to unlock her wings.
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Fantasy"Aww, pretty prince can't stand a little cut," she cooed, making a pouty face. She knew she wasn't going to slit his throat, but he did not know that, and he did not need to know that. ---- Astoria, the forgotten princess, always overshadowed by her...