The loving mother kissed her baby on the forehead, rocking the cradle ever so slowly, gently lulling him to sleep. How time flies. It felt like yesterday when she held him for the first time. So ever delicate and fragile, his tiny fingers curled as he wiggled around. Never could she imagine something to be so tiny yet full of life. It was love at first sight. Now, her baby was almost reaching a month old, and preparations were being made for his one-month celebration. She smiled to herself. Soon enough, her beautiful baby will blossom into a young, handsome prince, who will be next in line for the throne.
She stroked his auburn hair, humming a lullaby. As her soothing voice filled the room, the baby's eyes slowly closed, his little chest rising and falling at a steady pace. He was all she needed. At that moment, she didn't need to have dazzling gold jewelry, she didn't need plates filled to the brim with delicious fresh food, she didn't need this castle. As long as she had him, she deemed herself as the happiest woman in the world.
Just then, the door slammed open, causing her head to snap in the direction of it. There stood her husband, panting loudly, beads of sweat trickling down the sides of his forehead and neck, almost completely drenching his gold cape. For a moment, the once brave and respectable king looked like a scared little boy. With terror prominent in his voice, he barely managed to croak out two words. "Nerva, he's here."
Fear gripped her throat. No, this can't be. She knew this would happen, but she didn't expect it to come so soon. Without a pause, she ran to the window. True enough, a large army of people were charging towards their castle, pitchforks and large stones in hand. They were close enough to be heard, their growls and shouts echoing through the kingdom. As she looked closer, she realised how wrong she was. They weren't people. They were creatures. Monsters, even. Pitchforks and stones could be seen flying in the air, the force so great that each weapon could kill at least six of her men, their agonised shrieks stabbing her in the heart.
Just then, she caught sight of a flying person in red. This time, she knew it was a person. She knew it was her. The words "She's here" repeated at the back of her mind, growing louder and louder until she could not bear it anymore. She studied the flying person carefully, praying fervently that it was not who she thought it was. But no one could have mistaken it. The blood-red gown rumoured to be tainted with her attacker's blood, the silver crown made from human bones, the snarl that sent men screaming for mercy. It was definitely her. It was definitely Biore Bloodworth. She was shouting orders, her whip mercilessly beating the monsters to go faster.
Right at that moment, Biore turned her head and stared directly at her. Her snarl broke into a wide grin, which would have looked friendly and genuine if not for her blazing red eyes.
"Shit." Grabbing the now awaken baby, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the entrance, hoping that
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AdventureSleeping during lessons, goofing around with her buddies, cooping up in her room most of the time after school, Riley has a pretty mundane life. Well, had. Little did she know that meeting the new student would lead to her realising that there was a...
