Star-Crossed Paths

Chapter Three: Everlasting Death

News spread like wildfire after Clarisia's executions. The alliances of Vladenstone were furious to have learned she was executed. Though the one most furious was Acting Ruler of Villetia. Theonina, a young girl who took over the throne unexpectedly after the previous ruler disappeared during a journey across the sea. Until their upcoming return, Theonina was chosen to take over the throne in order to not leave the kingdom in chaos. Theonina was young but not as young as Constantine. Theonina was wise, but not wise enough to outsmart Constantine either. Theonina looked up towards Clarisia, as a role model. Hearing that Clarisia was executed by Constantine, she wanted war to avenge her. War wasn't the way to solve it, nor put a good image on Villetia.
Breathing in and out, Constantine sat on the floor in his room leaning towards the door. Hoping not one comes in and accidentally hits him while opening the door. It was bound to happen if he sat near the door. He sat there silently, wondering about who he was now after his mother's execution. It still haunted him ever since.
"Your highness!" A voice called out from behind the door. Constantine felt the door opening but before he had time to react he was already knocked over by surprise. Letting out a yelp of surprise, he winced a bit. "Oh dear me! I'm so sorry, Your Highness!"
"It's fine, it was my fault either way."
"I should have knocked first! Are you alright though?"
"Yes I'm fine," He responded, before standing up. "It's a habit of mine to sit near the door. Remember that next time."
"Of course!"
"Now what do you need?"
"The usual! Calling you down for breakfast. Your father wants to have breakfast with you."
"Ah alright then. I'll be down in a bit."
"Alright, don't we have to clean up your mother's possessions?"
"Right. I think we'll start with the things she left outside of the bedrooms she used."
"Alright then. What shall we do with them after we gathered them?"
"I haven't decided yet. Let's see tomorrow about that?"
"Whatever you say, will always go your way, Your Highness!"
"Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me," He nodded to the maid and quickly hurried his way down to meet with his father. The aura around this palace was quite different now that Clarisia is gone. It wasn't a good aura nor was it a bad one. It remained neutral for, in Constantine's eyes, her execution only marked the beginning for his journey.
"Constantine! My boy! There you are," Galavin called to Constantine as he saw Constantine walking down the halls looking at the shelves. "I heard a lot of commotion up there. Did something happen?"
"Er- nothing really, I just got hit by the door since I was sitting near it. Nothing serious," Constantine mumbled before looking away from Galavin. It was hard to make eye contact with him after what he did to the maiden of Vladenstone. It broke Galavin's heart most, since he's been with Clarisia the longest. This was true, even if Clarisia tricked him into falling for her and marrying her. Galavin truly loved Clarisia. It's quite a shame isn't it? All relationships come to an end one way or another. No matter what.
"Ah alright then. Shall we walk to eat together?"
"Actually father, perhaps it's better we change the scenery of our meals just for one day?"
"Of course, son. Anything you wish I can always deliver."
"How about the garden?"
"That seems like a pleasant idea son."
"It's the least I could do after what happened with..." His voice trailed off as he didn't want to finish the line. He knew if he finished the line, all he would remember is the terrible things she has done. His head hurt from all those memories, he wishes he was forgetful when it came with these types of things, but not everything can go your way can it?
"No need to continue, I understand why you did it, I'm not mad about you doing the right thing. Eliminating evil and maintaining peace is a goal you must achieve while ruling."
Constantine had no words to say after that. He simply nodded in agreement. Thinking of things to say, nothing came to mind. Leaving him with no other choice, but to end the conversation with silence and leading the way for his father to the garden. While walking, he thought about the different ways to erase Clarisia's memory from the palace and the kingdom. It would take a lot of work that is for sure, but for the sake that he doesn't suffer, and the kingdom won't remember her in the future. He would take that risk of the work. Yet he can't help but wonder how the other kingdoms are reacting to her execution news.
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Theonina banging her fist onto the glass table shaking it as she stared across towards the guard. "Tell me you're lying! You bastard!" She screamed at him. There wasn't a possible way to explain how Theonina was feeling. "You did check with the other newspapers did you?"
"Y-yes your highness! I have! Every newspaper I could find, it was all confirmed she is dead!"
"That isn't possible! Constantine wouldn't do that!" Theonina yelled back. Holding herself back from spitting insults. Wasting her breath on a guard like him would be a waste of time. He wasn't going to live long anyways with Theonina as the Acting Ruler. Theonina was quite different from the other rulers of Villetia. Most of them were sly rather than cruel. Theonina was a complete monster to everyone, inflicting fear onto everyone as Clarisia was her role model. And a dear friend to her. Theonina was in disbelief that she has fallen earlier than Theonina herself. But that didn't mean anything to Clarisia. Clarisia dying? Her apology? Was it all a lie? A plot that Clarisia is twisting in her own hands? Was all that just an act? Who knows? Perhaps a deeper look into the world itself, and a deeper look of everyone would bring us to a full conclusion?
Forever dead, yet forever haunting the kingdom of Vladenstone. Her memory shall not be forgotten no matter how much Constantine tries to erase it. She will find her way back to the world and connect it to her plan. Beating fate to its own game. This doesn't mark the end of Clarisia's story, it only marks the beginning of those who are chosen to cross the Star-Crossed Path. Only the chosen ones get to embark this unknown adventure and complete their goals. Clarisia would be the one to interrupt and place their goals to misfire. And place fate into her own hands. For Clarisia is in the everlasting death phase of life.