𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑 ~ 𝑊𝐿𝑊

Chapter Seventeen// I sentence you to die

~Narrators pov~

A dark cloak sat around Alessandra's shoulders as she listened to a group of men chatter around the bar.

Alessandra sat in the darkest corner. Her ears were strained to listen. She didn't even look at the waitress as they brought her her red wine fermented with blood.

"It's heard that the moon goddess's daughter went mad after the queens death" a ruff bearded man said as he took a sip from his recently ordered glass of rum.

Alessandra shuffled to a closer table. Straining her ears some more. She wanted to know everything about what they were saying about rose, about what happened after she died.

"She shot them, stabbed them..." the man paused to let the anticipation settle in. Alessandra was itching.

"...it's said she even ate them, boiled their bodies"
At that Alessandra wanted to laugh. Rose was no cannibal, she knew that, there was no way what this drunk man was saying was true.

Alessandra stood from her seat at the table farthest in the room and walked to the bar. She sat gracefully on the bar stool next to the men. Crossing her legs under her red dress.

Her cloak covered her eyes and half of her nose. Only Alessandras erotic red lips, and deep collar bone could be seen.

The men eyed her from over their shoulders. They were curious about the women sitting next to them, or at least their dicks were. Men, men, men, only thinking with their cocks, Nothing new, not surprising at the least.

Alessandra wanted to slit the mens throats at the way they were staring at her.

"Her dragon lit the city on fire" the man continued without taking his eyes off Alessandra, mysterious women.

Alessandra took a sip of her wine, the bitter sweet taste filled her taste buds. Her lips stained a brighter red.

"Tell me more" Alessandra said in almost a whisper. Sexy, soft, and seducing. Anything to keep these men talking.

The man went on to tell Alessandra about the second war, after the first, but this time it was a war Rose started for 𝙝𝙚𝙧, for 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚.

A smile creeped onto Alessandra face as she brought her glass to her lips again.

Alessandra felt delighted at the fact rose got her revenge on the people who murdered her
—-whoever those people were she didnt know or at least didn't remember—-

That's was Alessandra's girl, 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘴.

—-

Alessandra looked at all the wondering eyes of her people. Some didn't recognize who she was, but the ones that did, their jaws slacked.

Some fell to the ground crying out in thankful prayer that their rightful queen was back.

A number of people were confused, some thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.

Majority of people didn't know about Alessandra's demon side, at the time that she rarely enclosed that part of herself to people. It was something she rather keep to herself.

The city of maldone was shook when they saw a demon in their city. Lo and behold it was Alessandra at that. God they were bewildered, Thousands of questions running through their tiny mortal minds.

Ahead ontop of the steep hills, Alessandra saw the castle. The sharp spires reaching towards the gold sky. The burnt outer layer of the castle wall was peeling, some windows were busted.

The castle still was as gorgeous as Alessandra had remembered, But seeing the way her beautiful castle was basically destroyed, that hurt.

Alessandra stalked her way towards the castle. Sprinkles by her side the entire time. her partner in crime, her childhood best friend of the underworld.