Gerda managed to survive her fall in the chapel after attempting to kill off the moor folk under the queens orders. Instead of becoming a prisoner in Ulstead, the king sends her to Borra where she becomes his slave.
Borra wants nothing more than t...
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Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sound of tiny droplets hitting the cold, rough surface of concrete in a dark cell was the only thing keeping Gerda sane. Despite the pathetic sense of comfort the droplets provided, Gerda was unable to shake off the dreadful feeling she carried throughout her petite body. She knew that the odds of her coming out of this cold, vile place alive were low due to the supposed crimes she had committed.
Those disgusting creatures had deserved every ounce of death and pain she had inflicted upon them. If anything she should have been rewarded for her acts of bravery and saving Ulstead from being contaminated by their kind. It disturbed her how quickly her people were willing to open their arms to the winged beasts.
Gerda felt betrayed, furious, and disgusted by her people for even welcoming the Moors into their beautiful kingdom. How dare they turn their backs on the queen and imprison Gerda for simply standing up for their rights. It's outrageous and unacceptable that her people chose those horrendous creatures over their very own. The sound of a heavy creaking door suddenly put Gerda's thoughts on pause. The dark dungeon became disturbed by the illuminating light of several flickering torches.
Three days ago...
Life had begun to settle down after the short battle between the dark fey and humans. People began rebuilding what they could thanks to help from the Moor folk. Both kingdoms were on decent terms after Prince Phillip and Aurora's marriage. The only issue left was who should be held accountable for the destruction and loss of life on both sides. Many blamed the queen for her hatred and lies that almost led to war. The anger that was steadily growing only meant that someone had to take the blame.
The sound of chatter filled the halls of Ulstead's castle with a mixture of frustration and anger. Voices wildly echoed creating the illusion of a crowd when the sound only consisted of seven individuals. Luckily the loud voices only filled a part of the castle that no one was allowed to explore. Inside a secretive room kept away from the eyes and ears of servants were King John, Prince Phillip, Aurora, Maleficent, Diaval, Percival, and Borra.
"Your Majesty, with all due respect we must hold someone accountable for the queen's actions. The people are becoming hungry for justice with each passing day...I'm afraid that they may soon demand it through violence." Percival pleaded in an urgent tone.
"What exactly are you suggesting General? Yes, my mother may have been the one to blame for almost starting a war but has she not been punished enough for what she did?" Prince Phillip argued back in irritation.
"Perhaps your mother should receive a much more suitable punishment. How exactly is turning her into an animal for a month's time supposed to equal justice? She's the one who not only destroyed your kingdom but also played a role in slaughtering my own people." Borra said with frustration, earning a stern glare from Prince Phillip.
