shattered crown

Chapter 7

They are dancing, celebrating and laughing. In a middle of a murder scene. My hand flies to my mouth, muffled sobs of my own I hear. Terror creeps into my chest, creeping me so hard that it pulls me down. I'm shaking, my chest is is trembling under my touch as I keep my hand on my chest where my heart is supposed to be, I can feel and hear my heartbeat. Tears form my eyes, racing down my face all the way to my neck. The killed him. They killed that innocent man right infront of my eyes, I have never in my life seen that much blood. He was clothed in green, celebrating in the crowd like the others, until someone dressed in leather following with a leather hud on their head, I'm quessing it was a man. He went next to him and he shoved a dagger in his stomach, once, twice. Until the man was on the floor, trying fight for his life but the killer that was over him kept stabbing him in the chest all over and over again at a brutal speed, blood everywhere, on the floor, on the man, on the killer. Worst part, the man that just got killed looked young, around my age. He was screaming, shouting, but the music was drowning his screams and all I heard was chattered laughs and sounds of glasses tapping together as a cheer, while the poor man died. The killer quickly gets up and puts his knife back to his hip, he pulls the dead man by his leg and disappears with him casually, none of the quests saw him, and he oness who did, they turned around and acted normal, now I'm wondering, are they drugged?  I fell in a corner next to the thrones, crying as hard as I can, covering my mouth with my hands, my tiara is in my other hand, clutching it hard that I feel the texture of the metal digging in my skin. It's also trembling in my hands, of how hard I'm shaking, my heart is in pain. I urgently look around to find the queen, my. Mother. but she is nowhere to be found. I am alone, again. I don't know anyone here. Suddenly I want to go back to England, suddenly I want no royalty. Suddenly I wish they never found me. I want my real mom, not the queen, but Ella. I want her to hold me and tell me that it's okay and it's just a bad dream. I want her to stroke my hair and kiss my head and rock me in her arms because I had a bad dream again. At the thought of my life a decade ago makes me crumble. I break down ever harder to the point my tears are hot on my face, and now I'm screaming without fear because they won't hear me. I want to go home. 

I want to go home-

I feel a hand slam across my mouth and my nose, too. I gasp loudly but it's worthless, I shout loudly but it's only muffled. I feel myself getting dragged by someone I don't know. Their hand is tightly pressed to my mouth and my nose and I can't breathe. Their other arm grabs my waist and I feel like they are running with me. I kick my legs because I cannot breathe anymore, I scream from all the power I have left, until my lungs feel bruised. I dig my nails in their arm really hard until the take their hand off my nose, allowing me to breath through my nose a little, but they are still running. 

“ALESSIA, GO.” I hear, a man's harsh voice. The one who's holding me is a man, and he's screaming at someone, but then it hits me. Alessia. She's the princess of Venice. 

I hear heavy metal doors opening and closing and suddenly I'm on a metal floor, the man has put me down here. He backs away and stand up. Before I could scream again, another man kneels down to me. “hey.. Calm down it's okay.” says the man, who dared to hold my head in his hands. I go to push his chest but he stops me. His soft widen green eyes look alert as he looks at me through the curtains of his brown hair. “I'm your brother, Fabrizo. I wish you no harm little sister.” my brother, of course. I shake my head and a tear rolls down my cheek. He wipes it. “I'm sorry you had to see that, but we will later explain okay?” he's too calm, too convincing, so I quickly nod my head. I'm a mess. He gets up and backs away a little. 

“go Chiara.” a dark one girl kneels down to me, her pink lips breaking into a wide smile as she looks at me, her also green eyes and pale face, she is my sister. She makes a sound before she frowns and pulls me into a hug, she's so warm and she smells like cashmere. She says something in Italian then she breaks apart from the hug. “oh poor angel you look scared. You are safe here, just wait when we explain. I am Chiara, your oldest sister.” I nod to her. If I wasn't in this state I would have been happier. She's backs away too, then Morgana comes. She managed to get a reaction out of me, a gasp catches up in my throat, she looks like me.