Ethereal Inferno

Chapter 12: Revelation

I uttered those words in a whisper earning a jaw-dropped mouth from and gasp from her.

"WHAT?! What do you mean?!" "Shhh." I calmed her down. It's not that I didn't want to hear her talk. I just don't want to attract guards or other people as I want to be only with her right now.

She lowered her voice and asked me again, "How did your mother murder your father?! Ok now respectfully, I don't care if this offense your mom but I hate her."

I just let out a small laugh. "Well you know.. She wasn't a Royal Descendant and only became queen through marriage and as she has no Royal blood in her, she didn't have full power over my kingdom but she was greedy.. And that's why."

The woman was too stunned to speak.

She looked like she was about to say something or scream something but her words were calm and soft spoken.

"How did you get to know that? Did you see it?" "It was late at night and on top of that, it was father's Day. The whole day I'd been working on a gift to give in the night after the celebration because I wanted to save the best for last. I wanted to see his reaction.

It was a 49 page of you know just a memory lane of us and some things I wrote to my dad along with pictures, all the things I want to say to him and most importantly, my paintings. I was really excited. I had made up scenarios in my head of what my dad's reaction would be like." I think I choked on my words a bit. I swallowed a big lump on my throat then continued,

"So around 11, I headed to my parents bedroom with excitement and expectations. But then I heard my mother's angry voice yelling at my father. I knew something was wrong so I eves dropped on their conversation. I opened the huge door a bit to peek inside.

I wish I never did that.

TW: Murder, blood
The next thing I saw, a dagger slicing my father's throat and the blood squirting out into the hands and dress of the wielder, my mother. So much thick red blood gushed down my father's chest, onto his shirt until it reached the floor. He was dying a slow and torturous death, couldn't speak at all. Vapours were rising in the air from the blood which was on the ground.

And at that moment, I remember us making our last eye contact, his eyes filled with fear. Not for him, but for me.

I still remember the way he looked at me.

I remember everything in detail, the feelings, the scenary, my-" I abruptly stopped. If I go any more, I would start tearing up. And I didn't want her to see me that vulnerable. I didn't want anyone to see me like this.

I sighed and chinned up to face her only to see a teary-eyed lady looking at me intensely. "Liam that's.... No words can.... I can't say anything. Liam you're a strong man, a strong boy."

'A strong boy.' Those words made me freeze. My dad would always say those words to me. "You're a big, strong boy Liam!" He used to say. Brushing the quietness of this moment, she questioned me, yet again.

"So do how did you cope with it? " "After witnessing everything, I ran to the most secluded part of the palace. The garden. I cried really hard and silently screamed. I couldn't breathe properly, I was on the ground, I couldn't talk. I gasped so much for air.

Too much tears were gushing down, it almost felt like I was drowning in it. My only security and home had died. I needed a dad. My dad.. But there was no one. After what felt like days, I finally got up and rushed into my chambers and cried myself to sleep.

The next day when I awoke, I heard screams and cries. My mother called almost everyone in the palace and pretended to cry. She called out to me and hugged me but I was absolutely disgusted. I harshly slapped her hand and ran into my chambers again.

So I basically stayed there for months. I didn't go to school or even wanted to eat. But I ate a little and drank some water. I'd cry myself to sleep every night and had become really skinny.

And in all those months, my mother never checked up on me.

After many months, I finally got back on track. My mother acted like she cared so much for me in front of people and I absolutely despised that. She wanted to control me once I became king so she manipulated and gaslighted me with her sweet words.

I pretended to be stupid and be her dog but once I became king, I would avenge my father. I'd end her.

I was young, not dumb."

I think I said a little bit too much but I didn't regret saying it. Or I hope I don't. She didn't look surprised or shocked this time. She looked like she wanted me to do it.

"Liam, I hundred percent support you. And I'm really honoured and feel special that you trusted me with this information and opening up to me."
She declared, her voice sounding husky. I'd take her as my queen. My queen.

"Ahh. It feels nice that I finally said this to someone. Who is, I hope, trustworthy." I smiled. "Ayo I'm the first person? I feel extra special now. And what if I tell this to the whole world, holding a mic in a news station the very next morning? And it's written in the newspaper? What if I'm not trustworthy?"

"Yes, you're the first person princess and no, you wouldn't do that. You don't feel like someone who'd do that." I said with a smirk. "Huh. Ok." She scoffed.

"How do you talk like a teenager but an adult at the same time?" I asked. "Uhhh well maybe because I'm eighteen?" She replied as I laughed lightly.

"Hey, I hope I don't trigger anything but you mentioned that you painted before right?" "Yes. I did. I still do. I enjoy painting and the feeling of company it gives me." I answered.

"Can I see your artworks?" She asked. I smiled and said, "One day, princess. One day." We were silent for a while but then she brought up the time and it was getting late so we said our goodnights and just before she left, I held her hands for the last time and give it a peck. Then she vanished into the darkness.

The best night in after quite some time.

Erica Yuvina:
I blushed my way back to my room. When I entered it, I saw Harriet painting her toenails in my bed.

"Baby get yo ass here right now!" She said with excitement. I think she saw what happened. "You got something to say?" She asked me with a smirk. Yep. She DEFINITELY saw us talking.

"Well. I think you saw u-" Cutting off my words, she said. "Girly of course I saw! Y'all were so cute?! Baby I think this marriage gon work out." I couldn't help but blush at those words.

"Oh my gosh Erica, are you blushing?!! You gotta tell me EVERYTHING." She asked, I burst out laughing. "You gotta sit to listen to this." So I started from the time I entered the garden. I didn't tell her the sensitive parts though. I'm not breaking his trust.

I told her every other detail though.. From the intense stares to eye contacts and literally every existing feeling I felt. After yapping for about 3 hours, we decided to call it a night.

When I lied down and looked to the moon from my open window, I couldn't help but think about him and it made me smile and get butterflies. I guess this is the beginning of having a crush? Who am I kidding. I'm gonna marry him anyways.. It's good that I think I'm starting to develop crush feelings. Or am I?

I haven't felt like this in so long. The only time this happened was when I had a crush on a Royal guard when I was in 7th grade even though he probably had wife and kids.

I couldn't help but ask myself if he was feeling this too. But wasn't I the one who said I wouldn't like him soon just this afternoon? Didn't I want to stay far, far away from him just today? Periods be going WILD these days.

I slowly drift off to sleep.

Ps: I didn't have any motivation at all and was lazy cause my I didn't know how to write out my plot but I'm back. School's boutta start this coming week and I'm SO not ready.