A Queens Sorrow

Chapter 29: Voices in the dark.

The life of a queen can be draining...

Although, she was blessed in so many ways. Riches, gleaming treasures, glorified servants, she was also cursed with heavy cycles of depression, and although powerless to the ups and downs, it seems like things are getting worse and worse for her.

She'd been trying to find a suitable husband or wife. Somebody who didn't just crave the crown and the perks that followed but the idea of a lasting, loving, relationship but that's not what most wanted and sadly that was all the she desired.

Heather slumped in her personally warmed metallic throne. The servants barked orders at her, held treaties infront of her for her to sign as the town peasants stood in a line carrying offerings of live chickens and hardened bread that they laid at the feet of her throne.

She hated this. This life was never what she wanted, this was always her parents job, but now..they were gone and she was forced into the responsibility now.

Eventually the endless beckoning, and repetitive demands and pressure of the day died down. She sat in her throne, the room finally empty, she begun feeling sleepy, ready to take a nap, Heather watched her golden throne room with velvet carpeting become blurry as Boredom became restless and restlessness became drowsiness.

She dreamt of a forest. One that was dark, reluctant in light and in heat, she paced forward slowly, her arms outstretched infront of her to guide her, she tripped over something in the middle of the forest path, on the ground now, wincing at the bloody scrape on her ankle, looking back she saw a lantern, laying on the ground behind her, a pondering look on her face, mentally questioning if that's what she had tripped on, she stood up to her feet, the cold wind scrapping against her uncovered wound, once again wincing, she picked up the oil fueled light, moving through the empty boundless forest until she finally reached a clearing.

A circle of trees and darkness still covered her, her shadow cowering beneath the moonlight and her one lit lantern, a voice called out in the darkness, "Do you know about me" Heather paused, her eyes and body turning frantically looking for the source of the voice.

"Do you know who I am" her voice echoing with the tone of a little girl. A light tap on the back of my shoulder froze me in place as I turned around, my stomach dropped, a girl stood there, looking up at me with a smirk on face, her eyes sported a milky white soulless presence, her skin a purpled black, her hair wet and drenched with a dark oozing blood.

"Alyssa?!"

Heather woke up.
The sun pierced through the colorful stain glass windows blinding her slightly.
Sweat drenched through her custom made dress.
Pierced the hair under her decorated crown.
A small smile crossed her face.
As she now knew she was no longer alone.
She needed to find Alyssa.
She needed to find her sister.