CHAPTER FIVE
terrors don't prey on innocent victims
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Autumn gracefully arrived to the Night Court; red, yellow and brown leaves fell off their trees, it was a gloomy morning, sun drifted slowly from the east, declaring the beginning of a new dew in the big secret city.
During the ten years of her existence, Elayla learned that nothing bad could ever happen in Velaris, the city of Starlight, the place that have been protected and guarded by the magic of her ruthless ancestors and her father's iron will, shielded against the conflicts of Prythian and away from the war torn world.
Until that very week. A strange terrifying feeling crept in her chest, like a hungry beast searching for anything to rip off. Layla tried to push it off like always, to focus on the present moment, to forget about the voices inside her head.
'Clear your head...' Her father once said 'Princesses never falter...'
Elayla had taken that advise to heart, she didn't bend, nor did she falter, she kept still, head held high and smile as bright as the shiniest stars, but deep down, she was still afraid of it, she spent countless nights drowned in thousand feeling leaking from every corner of the house, from every single person in the inner circle, whispers of madness pushing her down the edge.
Her Baba thought she didn't know about Amarantha's plans and games, he thought that she was clueless enough to not feel his wrath and anxiety whenever she heard Mor and Amren that the red haired female with the sharp coal eyes and the crimson coated lips from Hybern was going to pay a visit to the Hewn City.
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