Naryssa's Choice (The Fate and Destiny Chronicles Vol. 3)

Execution

I had one last piece of unfinished business left.

I remember how I left Calder alone in the study after revealing the truth to him to walk the halls towards the small tower room, the torture room. Knowing that my unfinished business awaited me, an execution I had been all too ready to carry out. I could have done it publicly, like I had the leader of the rebellion before him. However, this was now personal and something I wanted done as alone as possible. That and to make a show of his death would only further the view that this man was some kind of martyr for a cause I needed to stay dead. As I reached the hall, I felt the emotions stirring within me, the ones I could no longer shut out no matter how badly I ached to do so. I could feel the glimmers of hatred and rage as they began to fester within me, like a fire sparking in an attempt to reignite. I had entered the room alone and there were no guards to line the hall.

There he knelt, the man I hated so fiercely. Chandler. He was on his knees, facing away from the door, with his ankles shackled to the floor, his arms at his side straight down and unable to bend due to the length of chains shackled to the floor. He would not be able to move from that position and it would allow me to do what I had intended with ease. I knew he was restrained, harmless, and yet as I looked at him, I realized how he'd been the harmful catalyst for so much. It was not lost on me that I would soon kill the man who had once killed me. As I stood there staring at the man, I hated with every fiber of my being he finally spoke as I shut the door firmly behind me. He could not see me and yet he knew it would be me who would face him.

"Well, well, well..." He said to me sounding almost amused, "Looks like I have finally earned the presence of the princess" He mocked tauntingly. I couldn't control the slight twitch of a muscle in my cheek in response to the nickname that had once been something Caspian had called me to tease me but then was perverted and twisted by this sick fuck. "You don't get to call me that" I snapped at him harshly as I leaned against the back of the door before continuing this conversation. I can't really understand why I had stood there talking back to the bastard, I knew what I wanted to do, so I had no clue why I was prolonging the inevitable. "Ah I forgot" He said smugly, "That joke of a king known as your father died so you made a power grab, just like your bastard sister" He retorted. I was fighting to maintain my composure as I spoke back in a commanding tone feeling my rage ignite into a full-on flame, the numbness within me giving away to the anger so hot it burned within my veins.

"Enough!" I shouted fiercely as I walked around him so that I could face him. As I spoke once more, I spoke with power and lowered my tone to sound more lethal. "The only joke here is you, Chandler. You will not talk about my father or my sister. Hell, if I were you, I'd start begging for mercy..." I warned him. "I'm not afraid of you, princess" He said arrogantly as I walked to the table of torture implements, "The rebels did not succeed this time but one day we will, the cause will always rise again and will never be forgotten" He ranted excitedly. "Why do you even want the war?" I demanded, "What were any of you trying to achieve other than murdering my family?" I asked as I sorted through daggers and blades, stalling in attempt to get an answer before I killed him. Needing an answer to at least a few of the questions that haunted me before I died. "A new order" He told me, "We could eradicate the weakness of the light fairies and create an era of true darkness, create a government without royal bloodlines that have failed us, we could change the world and chaos could rule..." He continued passionately. Only I couldn't help but laugh hysterically as I picked up a small curved blade, smooth and sleek with a sharp point and a good handle on it.

"You're insane" I said simply and far too calmly, "As insane as my sister became...as my father was...and as I now am..." I told him as I finally turned to face him, twirling the blade I held in my hands as I prepared for the vengeance I ached for. "Even if you succeed in taking the dark territories, we can never win the light territories..." I explained to him. "Our deity made it impossible; it will be a never-ending stalemate...every time...forever..." I told him. The bloodlust burning strong within me as I spoke onward, "And to think, when we both die and along with us dies everything, we know..." I explained. "Long after we are gone no one will ever know what really happened, both us and our stories destined eventually to be forgotten...erased..." I finished as he glared at me. "At least your diluted bloodline will never carry on, not truly..." He spat at me harshly, "Your father ruined the only royal bloodline worth allowing when he made you half breed bastards" he said in reference to the light that had resided alongside the darkness in both my sister and myself.