PRINCESS LAVINIA is young, innocent and cursed with a past she cannot escape. Despite her broken past she has never stopped seeing beauty in the world, until a shadow from her past forces her into isolation. Leaving the world she once knew behind.
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As River stormed out of the room, my heart began to race. I began to pace the room. The floorboards creaking underneath my weight. My mind replayed our talk until the record began to scratch. 'What was I doing, this was a mission, people's lives were on the line, my brother's life was in danger,'
The faint echoes of classical music reverberated through the room, followed by the soft sounds of yelling. I walked out of the room and into the hallway. As I walked I couldn't help but notice the small details in the picture frame hanging on the walls. River would have been excitedly pointing them out if he was here.
I eventually made it to a white, wooden door. Octavius was written across it with gold lettering. Just looking at the door brought back the same painful memories that plagued my dreams every night. They fade away during the day, when I'm awake and in the moment. Usually I'm the victim, strapped down helplessly to a chair. Now it's him.
Thoughts like a knife to my heart, knowing that I was never able to protect him like I should have.
I continued walking, my memories fueling the rush of adrenaline pouring through my veins, until I came face to face with the castle's artillery centre.
I took a bow and quiver, as well as a handgun. I placed the gun in my holster and hooked the quiver on my back and went outside. The cool nighttime air smacking me in the face. I walked over to the target practice and put my hand around the barrel of the gun. I loaded it and quickly cocked it. I aimed it at the dummy's head. My other hand was gently placed on the trigger.
Waiting. Waiting for the adrenaline to leave and pure concentration to take its place. I gently pulled the back the trigger.
Three shots fired. The liver, the brain, and the heart. The perfect kill.
I holstered the gun before drawing the bow and arrow, once again firing three shots, each arrow flying right through the target's chest one after the other.
I heard the crunch of gravel in the distance, not the kind of continuous noise you'd get from a rolling car, but the definite brief crunch of a footstep.
Then there was another crunch, this time lighter and slower as if the source of the noise was attempting to be quieter. I spun back fast and pulled my bow. Aiming it straight towards the person.
"Woah, relax, it's just me," Octavius yelled as he took a cautious step back from the arrow.
''Not much of a fan of being distracted while I'm training'' I added as I placed the arrow back into the quiver.
"I can tell, but I need to speak with you," he says. His tone was almost frantic.
''What about, Have you received any more letters?'
"I got another one this morning, it was just an address and a numerical code,"
