An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Winds of change -10

Speech = ''...''
Thoughts = [... ]

ºº

This was not how she had planned for things to go out in the end..., not in the slightest.

Yes, there had been some uncertainty of how the situation would develop, but never in her wildest dreams she had expected she would be struck down by her own sister in a fit of anger. The thought that she had provoked such response out from Iris did not compute inside her head, still clouded with resentment from any real or imaginary transgression she had perceived from her sister...

It was over in a flash, the flames fanning inside the red haired princess dying out just as fast as they had appeared..., but the damage was done.

It was hours already after Alexia had left her sisters room without exchanging another word, not wanting to hear what sort of excuses and half baked apologies she tried to muster through her lips or her muffled, tearful cries for forgiveness.

She just could not bare the thought of remaining any more time in that room that seemed to suffocate her just by standing inside...

But since she walked out of those doors everything became a blur in her memory. In a sense, she had trouble remembering exactly what happened afterwards with clarity as her legs pushed her onwards, away from her sisters room...

The people around her turned into dark humanoid dots she could not recognise or identify. The corridors becoming longer and longer, filling her with a sensation of nausea she could not shake off, her legs becoming numb and heavy yet moving faster and faster...

Before she realized she had reached her room...and buried her face in her bed sheets as if that would cleanse her of what was gnawing at her.

Alas, it clearly didn't work...as expected.

It didn't stop her from doing so anyway though.

She had cried, she had screamed, she had raged....but the sting of her hand pressed against her face still endured..., leaving the location it had struck a neatly impression of her sisters hand in great definition.

Funny enough...the pain of her flesh was the least of her concerns. No, that would be a secondary matter to attend at a later date in the embrace of her own solitude.

Which she was not granted this time thanks to fates decision to piss on her parade once again. As if the sting of the slap was not enough.

''That did not went as well as you hoped by the sounds of it, Princess..''

She bit her lips, hands balling into fist, clenching tightly into the fabric of her pillow until her knuckles turned a deadly shade of white at the sound of a voice that did not belong in her room.

Insidious...and arrogant...

Honey to hear, yet all the more painful to swallow..

Alexia glared daggers at the man foolish enough to speak up their mind in her presence. In his early twenties, a blond knight that her father had posted to guard and watch over her for a while by now.

''I would rather do without the commentary, Zenon...and I believe, nay.., I REMEMBER I told you to leave my sights.''

She hissed at the man, finding it incredibly difficult to maintain the cool of her voice as she stomped into the man's directions.

She was not going to be ridiculed in her own room by a man whose name was possibly the acronym of zero that some mother with poor imagination had come on about..