Crown On My Head

chapter 38

Kingdom of Tareeya Lacey

I race back to my room, I look myself in the mirror at how I did that. Where did the power come from? If anyone did ask I would deny. Deny.

Doorlan had told me not to tell anyone.

I sit on the desk trying to compose myself.if anyone asks it was a freak incident. He wouldn't want people to think of him as less superior than his bride. I could use that too. I open the stack of papers which had grown out of queries, I flick through them, most are in sections of Delicorians and The Dark Realm.

I wouldn't know what to do about the dark realm because no one in the place would tell, and those who I asked had no idea. All I knew was that I had an ally there. I would try to get in contact but it is too risky. Maye Beth could know. Maybe she had heard something from Sorens advisor, but I don't want to ask that of her.

A loud bang echoed through the hallway. I can hear two sets of defined boats shaking the ground, the devil's friend and my uncle.

I don't know which was worse, one who wanted to marry me for the throne and the other who would kill to have the throne. But right now I had to take one. That one is the devil's friend. Eliminate my enemies.

My door is swung of its hingines. The guards outside my door didn't dare move nor did i.

"What was that?" my uncle demands. His voice wobbled slightly. I am deadly to him now.

I hold power above everyone's head. I was their devil.

I watch as Soren leans against the doorway, blood stained blue shirt, and hardened blood on his face "what was what?" I questioned. Deny. Deny. Deny.

"You well damn know what he's talking about," Soren walks closer to me, wiping blood off his face. I dont scare away. "How did you do that?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Do what?" Now, I am taking the piss.

I walk out of my room, into the long corridor, my heels clicking as I walk slowly, admiring the walls. Which are adorned with freshly woven flowers for our wedding day. They were already preparing for it. It slipped my mind. Two days to rid myself of him. I walk down the endless corridor trying to formulate a plan. Then suddenly have an undying quench to read a book.

"Where are you going? I'm not done talking to you!" The bellows fit m y room.

"To the library."

I knew why I was going to the library. I knew he would follow. His ego is as transparent as glass.

I approach the library doors, the guards bowing their heads as the one on the right opens the door. I look behind me seeing if he is still following me. He is.

I had asked Beth to pull out any books she might have thought might help me. To my surprise they had already been pulled from the shelves.

After my father had died, I was trained as I was supposed to but I was not close to any form of royalty or nobility. I made friends with the 'lowers' they had raised me.

I bow my head at the librarian whose light airy brown hair covers her fancy blue glasses, while she organises some books behind the counter, taking my seat in the opposite direction of the door. Sitting perched by a window, with a stack of books to accompany me.

In the library you have to be quiet. No louder than mice squeaking. There would be punishment, I remember how she had hurt me the first time. And I made sure that was the last.

"You do not walk away from me when I am talking to you."

"Shhh! " she hushed him. Dining the bell once.

Onlookers, looking at the scene which is about to unfold. I cracked open my first book, about feminism and misogyny. Great first book, maybe he will give it a read.

"How did you..." he draws off, not wanting the bystanders to hear of his troubles. "Answer me you witch"

"Shhh!" she hushes him again. Ringing the bell twice.

I don't reply, no one makes any noises, no one dares to, even the mice have gone quiet.

He gets in my face and whispers "what no snarky comment?" I don't reply vocally. I stick my tongue at him.

"Why you ungrateful women, you should-"

The bell dings thrice.

I stare him in the eyes, daring him.

The sounds of a slime peeling on the floor and on again rolls around, drawing closer to the only noise in the area. The creeks of bones, the tapping of long sharp nails on each other. Like a song. A melody.

"What is that horrendous sound." he takes a deep breath in. someone needs to shower." The fishy smell fills the air.

"I must remind you of home, my lord." Her voice is slithery like a snake.

Soren straightens his posture, he knows what creature is behind him, he sneaking tries to unsheathe his shiny sword, before the eagle book defenders come scooping in, peaking at him. Caring his sword away. The eagles have an eye for shiny objects. I look up at them following their flight to where they perch. Surrounded by silver.

He turns to face the librarian behind him. Lost for words. As she wraps her tentacles around him, poison bleeds into his skin. Paralysing him.

She rolls him into a rug and the guards swiftly come in and help, not daring to apprehend the librarian.

She comes up to me, "how are you finding the books dear."

"There good" I look at the spines, I look up once again a plan formaltin in my head. 'Any hope of getting that sword down? ' I ask in a hush voice.

She motions me to follow, we go behind her counter, she whistles a deadly tone. Reminding me of the bomb the first time I met her.

"That dress looks nice on you Luxanna."

The green dress hugged her curves, matching her tan upper skin, as well as the purple body and tentacles on her lower half.

"Thank you, your highness." she blushes. A crow older than the grey on the head. It jumps off the desk and into a man.

"Luxanna, my dear." he kisses her hand. "What can I do for you?"

"There is a possible way of getting that sword back."

Before I knew it the sword was in my hand as I took it to my uncle's room.

Ruin them.