𝒯𝒽ℯ ℛ𝒾𝓈ℯ 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝒬𝓊ℯℯ𝓃

Chapter |24|Only In Rain

A R A B E L L A ' S      P . O . V

"What?" I blurted out at his sudden outburst. The smirk crawled back onto his face.

"She wants you, because of what the prophecy states." I felt a hand grip mine, as Hardin stepped forward, his gaze never wavering from the man.

"What does the prophecy state?" Apparently, as soon as he starts talking, the man couldn't shut his mouthS

"There will be a young queen, who will rise up and become a leader. A leader that will make all others bow down to her feet and lead Dahlia to extreme success but only after she has suffered a great loss."

Great loss? So my baby was killed because of some stupid prophecy, because of a belief? This was crazy, he was crazy, his leader was crazy and they were trying to make me turn crazy too

He took a breath, before meeting my eyes again. "She will either be the saviour, or destroyer of Dahlia and it's king."

Okay, that one was little scary. This woman believed and hoped that I would be Hardin's downfall, she wants me too. I never believed in all this superstitious nonsense but after the shit that has happened to me over these past few years, it was hard not to.

"And this woman, your leader, believes this nonsense?" Hardin was always a rational man, he would never have an inkling of belief in the prophecy and I knew that. It also scared me.

"Of course she does. The prophecy is real, a great shaman told her it, and ever since every attack, every threat, every death was all to get to you. My Queen," He bowed his head to show his respect, almost as if he hadn't murdered my baby.

He murdered my baby. This bastard murdered my baby all because of a stupid prophecy and he was still sat here, talking and breathing. Sure, I had promised him safety and security. However, he killed my baby, inflicted this overwhelming pain and guilt I feel every day and took away my future happiness. He deserved to die, and I deserved to carry out his sentence.

"Is that all you know?" I seethed. The man nodded, making it clear that he was saying no more if he knew anything else.

Raising the dagger, I swiftly plunged the sharp tip into his next, and then yanked it back out, feeling a smug sense of satisfaction as blood spurted out. I watched him choke on his own breath, watched him beg for someone to save him and when he finally drew his last breath, he slumped over the table dead.

However, the guilt hadn't left, the anger hadn't gone and all that was left was pain.

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"Arabella! Arabella wait!" I couldn't stop. My feet were carrying me away, I just know that I wanted to get away from it. From that room, the man...the man I just killed.

No, he deserved it. He killed my baby, he deserved it. Yet I was still wrong, killing him still made me a murderer.

"Arabella," He outstretched his hand and gripped my arm but I quickly wrenched myself away from him. My back hit the wall, my breathing got heavier and I suddenly found myself falling.

Spiralling into a abyss of darkness, my body was sinking and I was drowning. Choking on my own guilt, and pain. Images of that man, the dagger sticking out of his throat and blood everywhere. Coating my dress, and my hands.