In a world of kings, swords and magic, a woman of happiness and dreams meets a man of hatred and nigthmares. Can she introduce him to light? Can he help navigate her through her darkness.
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Reid Stone is the second prince of Wyland. He has spent h...
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I. Was. Fuming.
My chest hurt from how hard I was breathing but it was the only way I could get my anger out of my body.
It was that or throwing everything in sight. And even then it wouldn't be enough.
The dull battleaxe in my hand felt as heavy as my heartbeat and stomping feet.
It took longer for me to get out of the guards custody then I would have prefered. They were strong, but I was pissed.
Long story short, they carried me down a few halls, I got hold of one of my great ancestor's axes off the walls, and hit them upside the heads with it. Simple.
I ran back to the place where Morgan and I were separated but she wasn't there. I searched all around for her but there was no luck. It felt like every turn I made was the wrong one.
My thoughts raced inside my skull. My head ached and my body still buzzed from the taser. My shadows wanted nothing but to darken everything around me and it took everything in me not to let them
I hated myself for leaving her alone with the bandit. I saw her face darken with worry as she watched me get dragged away. She could be hurt badly. Or worse. My stomach twisted at the thought of it.
Losing hope, I put my focus onto something I could actually confront.
The person who had us seperated.
I looked around the hall I was trudging down. The fire was mostly put out and people were calming down. No one looked injured, just incredibly scared.
As I walked, people's eyes widened at the sight of me with an axe in my hand. I ignored them and their shock. I had no time for these close minded idiots.
Finally at my destination, I kicked my father's office doors open making everyone inside jump. Not caring about my brother or father, my eyes zeroed in on my mother. She must've sensed my anger because her eyes widened and she shriveled a bit.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I roared. I've never cursed at my mom before but then again she's never had me tased before.
Callan's eyes widened."What the fuck Rei-".
"Don't start with me Callan!" I didn't bother looking at him. "Are you out of you fucking mind!? What the fuck was that mom!? Do you have any idea what you did?!"
My father stepped forward in front of my mom,"Don't you dare-"
"Shut the fuck up! No one was talking to you." I hissed.
My dad flinched a bit and I almost smiled. He has never been talked back to. Especially by me.
Callan opened his big mouth again,"He's the king dickwad, in case you've forgotten. He can butt in whenever he wants."
