"I am doing what is right," I repeated over and over again in my head. A need for reassurance was necessary. For what I was about to do was no longer one of my reaccuring haunted nightmares or vision, but a reality. For, I, Annabelle Velice was going to kill my once happy, now darkness consumed brother. The brother who had helped me after our mothers passing. The brother who made me smile when my father disapproved. The brother who once loved me. I was going to kill.
"He's not the brother I've learned to love. He's the evil one. Not me." I reassured myself.
I held my sword, forged by the 'mythical' knights of Cainfield. The letter that would soon expose and certainly enrage the prince tied around her belt. Her footsteps could be heard through the empty stone castle hallways. I reached the big wooden doors that lead to the dining hall. Chatter and some laughter could be heard. She took a deep breath and 'swoosh' the doors swung open. The chatter stopped. All eyes were on me. Nobody spoke a word. I walked forward, my shoulders broad. Like a male lion showing off to his pride, as a way of telling everyone in this room I would not back down, I will put up a fight with anyone or anything that interferes.
"Annabelle. What are you doing here?!" My father, the king says as he slowly stands up from his throne. His tone was not upset nor happy. It was frustrated.
" I, Annabelle Velice, Princess of Rivendelle have come to deliver a letter for the prince." I spoke loudly and looked around at the citizens. Lastly I looked at my brother, Prince Vixen Velice. I looked him dead in the eyes, they were stone cold. As cold as the Ice caps on top of the treacherous mountains he was soon going to intrude upon.
