"DON'T GET CAUGHT. DON'T GET CAUGHT. DON'T. FUCKING. GET. CAUGHT."
She chanted these words repeatedly, displaying reasons and visualising the aftermath of getting caught.
You'll be bonded. Restrained. Confined. With no freedom over yourself. Prayin...
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The silence around me was deafening. The court resembled a museum of statues by the way everyone stood stock-still. There were no more hushed whipers, as the only thing that echoed inside the vast court was haunting silence.
After a long drag, the terrifying silence was shattered by the sound authoritative footsteps. A malicious chukle resounded as a scent that was the cause of this hearing drew closer and closer.
Shortly, the owner of that outrageous scent stood straight infront of me. We weren't eye to eye. I'd rather gouge my eyes out than look at him. My eyes were casted down, not because I was afraid of him– no. I was petrified at the prospect of seeing my father.
My eyes widened at the sight of his cloak that touched the ground– an imperial. My chin quivered for an instant, they won't serve justice today. It'll all be my liability, I'll be held accountable for all that happened today.
I was doomed.
My father wasn't on my side. My mother would definitely back my father. Factually, there was no one in my defence. Once again, I was alone– all alone. And it was all because of him.
“Raise your head, my mate.”
No.
The retribution for neglecting the command of an imperial could sometimes be death. However, with everything happening around me, I'd prefer death than deal with it.
“Azelia yo–”
The king's voice boomed across the court raising every hair on my body, but what astonished me was the way The Commander of The ShadowZone went mute with just a wave of the imperial's hand.
His hand came forward, fingers adorned with rings of silver and diamond. Instinctively, I took a step back and raised my head, he was tall– taller than me. My eyes met his when I raised my head.
The warm blood flowing underneath my veins chilled, and every bone in my body stiffened the minute I took ahold of one of his red eye. I turned my head seeking my parents.
Mom mom mom mo–
There she was, standing stiffly right beside my father, her eyes and head casted downwards, similar to the stance I had moments ago.
“Mom.”
My feet moved voluntarily the moment I saw her gentle frame. I was quick enough to stand right infront of her.
“Mom, you're here. Help me mom. Please mom. Mom, I'm scared mom.”
She locked her eyes with mine, sheer firmness clearly visible among those brown pair. Even she was deserting me, a humourous chuckle went past my lips as I looked at my family dismissing me like an insignificant parasite with a moderate shake of her head.
