The Crimson King

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My eyelids were so heavy that it took me a minute or two to actually open them. I couldn't bare the sunlight that hit my cornea so once I finally opened my eyes I needed to shut them close again, a sharp pain running up and down on my left side when I tried to sit up. I couldnt help the sharp gasp that scapped my lips, my vision becoming teary

"My Lady! Please, take it with ease" a warm feminine voice came into picture, I felt her tiny but firm hands on my back, she was trying to help me but I could only envission his hands on me, holding me tight as his blade cut through my skin

"Don't touch me" I blurted out, shaking in utter fear and pain. Tears started to accumulate in my eyes as I remembered the events of that horrible night. My mother's screams, my dying father's pleas, begging to that monster to let my mother and his kids go without harm. My brother... my little brother

Suddenly my stabbed side didnt hurt as much, because no pain could ever compare to how i felt like my soul was being torn apart. My soul has been taken from my body the moment i saw my whole family die and it will never be back. From the moment their last breath scapped from their lips i was condemmed to live with this excruciatting pain for the rest of mine. From now on, i will never be complete 

As this hearthbreaking truth started to tighten in my throat and knoght my stomach, i felt nauseos. My shaky hands clenched to the sheets while a desperate need to cry until my lungs bleed and my skin turned red invaded me. No tears came out of my eyes.

What was I going to do now? I didn't have a family any more, I didn't have my Kingdom or my people, I –I... where am I?

Only then I loked around and saw what it seemed like a noble room, it was big and well furnished. The bed was big enough to allow at least three people to sleep comfortably, and the intricate design of the headboard was covered in gold. There was a vanity worthy of a queen resting on the parallel wall to the window, it was white and also had golden details, there were lots of gold in this room. From the chandelier to the bedpost, everything had gold in it.

This kind of bedroom remins me of my home, my castle. A noble could never afford the amount of gold decoration that was in here, no... This was worthy of a King.

I became still as a rock. Was it possible that my uncle kept me as a hostage?

It made no sense. For starters, he tried to kill me the night he conquered Desternia. If I'm alive, that means he cannot take the throne, I'll be next in line if I get a husband. That leads me to think that he might want to marry me for my title and then become the "rightfull" King. He would be mad if he thinks that i wont kill him the first chance i get. Marrying me now was not worth the risk, he will be the one getting the throne now that there's no male heir or princess. Right now everyone must think that im dead so he's next in the line of succession and no one will say otherwise... except for Rasmus, if he's alive.

Flashes of the ones that attacked us came to my mind. They were using red armours, they ressemble demons. I recognized the emblem they were carrying from the books my father made me read... it was the emblem of the Crimson Crown, Cedric Aragon Dianthor was the marvelous King that wore that unfamous jowl. He was known to be ruthless towars his enemies, a born strategist and a cruel man. Since he became the King of Cremoria at the age of nineteen, he has never lost a battle. It's been seven years since his crowning and he's engaged himself in at least two wars. He won the first one, the second one hes still fightin it but he's  few more attacks away from winning, and it seems that he already found a new war to win, and it is against me.

"Where am I?" I found my voice again, forcing me out of my thoughts. The old woman that touched me before was standing in a corner now, giving me enough space to feel safe.

"You are currently in King's Daryon Palace, in Mirenna, my Lady" she bowed, not looking me directly at the eyes while saying it.

Mirenna? What am i doing in such place? This Kingdom I do know, I am acquainted with the King that rules this place, but how did I get here in first place?

King Theobar August Daryon ... He used to come to my palace with his father to discuss bussines with my father whe he was being trained to become King. I was just a child back then, merely reaching my twelfth year of age, but he was a fine young men. I would hide behind the columns and take sneak peaks at him, i was enchanted by his looks. His curly hair seemed made of gold, his skin was impolute and his grey eyes were enticing. He was always gentle with me.

'How did I ended up here?'

"I wish to see the King, please" she was about to speak, but suddenly the white doors of the bedroom were opened by two Knights, a tall and handsome men entered with worry in his face, guards following behind him. It took me a couple seconds to recognize the face of the worried man in front of me for it was no longer the childish face i remember.

His hair was short and neatly arranged, he was also taller then i racall. The once skinny prince i met does no longer exist, instead he has become a fine gentleman with a muscular figure. His factions were now more serious and hard, like he has long ago lost that innocence that he always carried with him.

His grey eyes found mine in a second, and all the worry I saw before was nowreplaced for relief and... sadness. Or maybe it was pity, but at this point I couldn't care less.

"Im glad you woke up, princess Lynor" he said, looking like a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders

Seeing a familiar face made me tear up. I was exhausted and hopless, the only thing that was keeping me breathing was this pure rage that I was feeling

He looked at my teary eyes and ordered everyone out, allowing me to keep the last amount of dignity that was left in me. Once everyone left, he kept his distance just waiting for me to talk. But the words wouldn't come out, the moment I tried to say something, everything exploded inside of me. The mourning, the pain, the anger...  everything came out in the form of heavy tears.

He stayed there, expecting me to calm myself down but it seemed impossible as I was crying my eyes out. I was thankful that he didn't made any approaches to hug me or touch me because I don't know how I would react. I don't know how much time we spent like that, me crying uncontrollably and him reassuring me that it was okay, that I was safe now

But what did I care if i was safe when my whole family was slaughtered

"He did it... he-he killed them " I was able to say between hiccups and sobs " My uncle killed them all"

"I know, and I promise you now that I will revenge your family in name of the friendship that i shared with your father"

'I dont dare to tell him that i plan on killing the bastard with my own hands'

We stayed in silence, neither of us knowing what to say. By the time I was ready to talk, the night had fallen upon us.

"Your highness..." i paused, finding the strenght to look in his eyes "Why am I here? How did I ended up in your Kingdom?

He sighed, looking  remorseful. The candels were the only thing lighting up the room, making everithing more sinniester in my eyes.

"I preffer we discuss this later, you must be exhausted and hungry. I will order the maidservant to bring you dinner"

He made his way to the doors, I wanted to ask him again but i couldnt bring myself to. He's the King, and im just a banished princess

"Lady Lynor... you are safe now" i heard him say as he turned his back to me, his hand on the knob" Try to rest, i'll be back "