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24: TAME THE BEAST👹

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TAME THE BEAST👹

The smell of freshly cut oranges wafted into her nostrils. The sharp pleasant aroma jarred her awake from her slumber because she was hungry. She sat up in bed, staring around the faintly lit room. It was somewhere near dawn, probably the hour before predawn. The faint smell grew thicker, causing her to look around, looking for the oranges. Had Hyeera hung an orange scented pouch in the room that she knew nothing about? As she was pondering over this, a cold whoosh of air swept over her and the scent thickened immensely, seeming as if it were right under her nose. Her legs took her out of the huge round bed of its own accord, allowing her to scout the room with the slight fear and rushing adrenaline that claimed her. Was it a female assassin? After all what the beast had said to her the day before, she was bound to feel scared at such occurrence, the fear of having to die.

'Greetings to The Doomed Rose,' a voice echoed in the bedroom. She did not know exactly which direction to turn to for it came from all directions.

'Who is there?' she snapped impatiently. She hated silly games.

'It is only I Your esteemed grace,' the voice answered her. What the hell? Esteemed grace? Was that she? Mayhap she was dreaming or hallucinating! She took the initiative to pinch herself. She held in a small cry of pain for it hurt. She had pinched herself too hard.

'Who are you?' she demanded. 'I command you to show yourself.'

'I fear that you shall be met with disappointment Your esteemed grace for I have no form whatsoever,' was the voice's simple reply.

'Form or not, reveal yourself to me and state the reason for your appearance,' she ordered. Her fear was gone now. Whatever this was meant her no harm, at all. She was very sure of that, convinced.

'If Your Esteemed Grace insist, then I have no choice but to do as you command,' it replied her.

'I insist,' she insisted.

'Very well Your Esteemed Grace, I shall do so for you.' A soft reddish orange light began to gradually shine in the bedroom, circumvent. It was a soft coloured glow that brought with it some kind of sweet other worldly warmth. A sudden feeling of déjà vu claimed her in passing.

'Wow! Is this it? You really have no form?' she questioned whatever it was at its appearance.

'Yes Your Esteemed Grace. This is the only form that I possess, this beautiful light. My form is trapped in a place far back,' it gently explained to her.

'Oh, to whatever that is,' she mumbled, not wanting to get confused one bit by this amazing phenomenon. She already had a lot to think about. There was no need to add this to her ever growing list.

'I come in divine peace Your Esteemed Grace,' The voice began. 'I bear a message for your incomplete form.' It was then that she discerned the voice as feminine.

'What message may that be ye without a name and form?' she asked. There was a soft laughter and the light glowed brighter alongside that.

'My name is Quei Your Esteemed Grace. I am here as a guide. This is not our first meeting but I doubt you remember or will remember anytime soon because your mate is a stubborn adamant mule who I cannot manipulate. That demon has a hearty place in hell for binding you to the ignorance you awakened with,' the voice revealed angrily.