The Necromancers

Chapter three

Aunt Morana shrieked as she entered our hallway and stepped out of the elevator with a few bags in her hands. "What are you doing to her?!"

The sheer protectiveness in her voice made me feel safe. I was calm at her presence. Drystan was wrong. I still have her. She will be by my side and fight my battles with me. No matter how much I want to boast that I can manage on my own, I know I can't. I'm not ready for it yet.

"Ma'am please step back." One of the guards blocked her path, "she is to be escorted to the palace however she attacked our prince, she must now be taken as a prisoner."

My eyes snapped towards the said prince who stood silent and just stared at me and then at the dagger in my hand. Noticing that, one of the guards snatched it from me and roughly pulled my hair.

Drystan narrowed his eyes at the guard until, the grip on my head loosened and I could breathe without much pain.

"She isn't going anywhere. Prince Drystan you cannot do that! She just lost her ma, you-"

"My mother and father have asked for a private conference with her. She needs to abide by the rules of the kingdom." Drystan said coldly.

"Please Prince. She is grieving." Aunt Morana was crying. Pleading with him.

Something flashed in his eyes and then he forwarded his hand for me to take earning several grunts from the soldiers but one stare of Drystan and all went quiet. Aunt seemed to have quietened too.

I stare at his hand. It was calloused, marred with scars, some new some old. His fingers were long, his hand was big. Way bigger than mine, and it disgusted me.

I didn't take his hand.

Instead, I got up on my own. Silently. Still breathing hard from the stunt that I pulled. It was shameful that I was riled up by him so easily, but his words got on my nerves. I wanted to get back at him for hurting me. He hurt me with his words and I wanted to hurt him with my blade.

I would have killed him.

A cold shiver ran down my spine but I shook it off. I had bigger things to worry about.

"Why do they need to talk to me?" I asked. I hated the king and the queen almost as much as I hated Drystan.

"Regarding your mother's demise."

"It was a murder!" I gritted.

"Yes. And they need to talk to you regarding that. I don't have the whole day. Let's go." Drystan too was at the end of his wits. His calm composure was leaving him. Soon he'd be spewing nonsense if I keep up.

"Aunt Morana? I'll be back soon." I promised and walked towards the elevator, everyone was shocked behind me. I was creating an unnecessary drama. I was being arrogant. I had no right to. So I went away to the palace.

To meet with the king and the queen. To face those who wronged me and my ma.

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When I got off the car, Drystan stepped ahead of me and began walking in the direction of the place I knew to be the Royal garden. Of course it was time for the king and the queen to have a tea at their garden.

"Do not make a mess here." Drystan warned me lowly.

"I am a very organised person prince." I was sure to get into trouble by being rude but he didn't seem to care. His eyes darkened though, an emotion passing through them before vanishing quickly. He sure wants to reprimand me for addressing him so informally but he decides to stay quiet. Good for him.