𝔗he Night was magical for the cursed children but only for a few hours. It seemed as though all the food on the table was endless, the music played eternally and the beauty of the castle enchanting as a fairy emerging from a crystal lake. Yet, when the Queen appeared, all the previous beauty had dissipated like mist.
Queen Delphia had revealed her motives for hosting the ball, starting off with a small speech that slowly turned into a dangerous rant explaining the history of the Cursed Ones and how much blood had been spilt in that same history. It seemed as though she was almost possessed by a spirit as she talked, she was unmoving and stiff, like a statue or a painting. Her voice was as loud and commanding as a General's and as terrifying as a dictator.
Her real reason for calling everyone here was rather unique, she was opening an academy of all things — Maledictus Academy; the school of the damned. She told — no — commanded that every kingdom needed to be there, to enroll every cursed one there even as the children's cries hit her ears.
In the end, no blood was spilt but tears were, at the soireé of the cursed.
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