Rogues and Royals never mixed. It was only normal in our world ever since a rogue attack killed the only daughter of the Royal family.
We'd been tortured for years, hiding in small villages, barely surviving off of what we had and fearing the day t...
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• EVERLEIGH •
I don't sleep that night.
I wake up with dark under eyes and my back aching against a wall. The sun hadn't been out, but everyone began to get up. They set flame to handheld candles one after another until the entire room was lit up.
I don't move, I only sit there and watch as they scatter around as if they hadn't just witnessed a murder last night.
It was just another death to everyone, nothing about it was new. But it was new to me, not having Theo was new tome.
My face felt stiff, as if the tears had dried up and hardened on my face to scar. Not even my lips twitched, only the occasional blink of my eyes as I stared out into everything but nothing all at once.
I couldn't accept that Theo killed himself, I couldn't believe it in a palace so corrupt. How was I to trust any of them? How was I to take their word that it was suicide when I'd seen what they did to Theo, what they turned him into.
The room is now empty, and I'm alone.
I don't move, still. The candles are gone with the workers, and it's pitch black. I'm alone with my thoughts and I let it consume every part of my being, at least whatever's left of it.
For a moment I begin to believe my thoughts would kill me, make me brain dead, or even cause some sort of chemical reaction in my head to erase all the death I've had to witness, but I'm interrupted before I can find out.
"What do you think you're doing?"
My head moves up at the light of a single candle, an old woman covering the flame to stop it from blowing out as she stands before me.
I recognize her uniform as the stewardess.
"Get up, right now." She spits at my feet. Her glare is nasty as her wrinkles come together, squeezing all her frustration into multiple lines across her forehead.
I don't speak to her. I stand from my spot against the wall, step aside from the woman, and walk out of the room.
I don't know what words she's yelling to me as I walk away.
I know I'll be punished somehow for this later, but I don't care much.
I wipe my hands across my dress as I walk down the empty hallway, not sparing a glance to anywhere I was walking.
I'm welcomed to multiple wooden tables full of workers eating breakfast as I reach the only room lit up. Their voices fill the emptiness in my head, slowly.
