The Lost Heirs Vendetta

Chapter 9: The Assassin

I couldn't stop thinking about Darian and how he saved me. The worst part is, he knew it was me. I shouldn't have said his name. I'm hoping he doesn't ask about it in the morning, but chances of him not asking are low. Why did it have to be him? It could have been anyone else. I don't know why I'm so mad at him, he saved my life. Was Darian really the person I thought he was? When he saved me, there was nothing but concern in his eyes. Concern for me, maybe?

But Darian is the least of my worries now. When Brock told me I had powers earlier tonight, I didn't believe him. But then, Amora attacked me in the hallway and if it weren't for Darian, I could have unleashed whatever power I really had in me on her. If I did, I could have killed Amora. I don't have the least bit of control over them. At least not yet.

I closed my eyes and prayed that sleep would take me and I was woken up the next morning by a loud bang on my door.

It's so early. Who's knocking on my door?

"Your Highness," a low voice grumbled from behind the door.

When I opened it, there were two guards standing there. "Yes?" I asked them, but before I could fully get the word out of my mouth, one of them grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me away.

"What's going on?" I ask, desperate for an answer. I tried to free myself from their grasp, but the guard's hand was too strong and after a while of struggling, I gave up.

Neither one of them answered me as we walked the dark halls. The sun wasn't even up yet but the torches were enough to illuminate our path. I recognized where we were going about halfway there. The throne room. Fear made its way through my body as I remember the last time I was there. I wasn't in trouble, was I? Did Darian tell someone about last night?

When we got there, everyone else was waiting as well, even Darian was standing off to the side. I gave him a quick glance before I turned my attention to my siblings. I was relieved to see that Brylee, Breya and Amora all had their nightgowns on like me. They must have been dragged here unexpectedly as well. It would have been so embarrassing if I was the only one here wearing my nightgown.

I admit, it was a little weird seeing them all like this. I've only ever seen them wearing dresses or their official wear, but now, it's like I'm seeing a different version of them for the first time, even though I've been living with them for my entire life. My eyes stopped on Brock standing a little off to the side. He was the one who took my eye away from the rest. His clothes were red with blood. His hands were red and his face had blood splatters across it. I thought the blood was his and right when the guards released me, I immediately made my way to him. I ran straight into his arms to make sure he was okay.

"Oh my god, Brock. Are you okay?" I said as I hugged him and inspected his torso.

His shirt was drenched in red and I could practically smell the blood wafting off of it. There was even blood stuck to his hair and underneath his fingernails. What had happened?

"Yes," he said, embracing me back. "I'm fine."

"You don't look very fine, Brock. Wha-What happened to you?" I say looking at his clothes.

"Someone snuck into my room early this morning. I don't know how, but it's a good thing I woke up when I did because they were holding a knife to my throat."

It took me a moment to process the words that came out of his mouth. Someone snuck into his room? They were holding a knife to his throat? I don't know how Brock was so calm right now. Someone just tried to kill him and he's acting like absolutely nothing happened at all. He was probably still in shock. If someone were to sneak into my room, I would be dead for sure. Brock was lucky for all of the training he has received over the years.