Timeless Decisions

Curse of Frozen Hearts

The next day, Morgian made his way to the castle, his thoughts heavy as he walked through the grand entrance. The castle's opulence did little to soothe his unease; instead, it only reminded him of what had been lost. As he entered, his eyes were drawn to a massive portrait hanging prominently on the wall. It depicted his sister Elina, standing proudly beside King Ben and Maddox, all smiles and regal grace. A pang of longing struck him—if only Elina were here, she'd know exactly what to do, how to handle their mother's growing instability.

Morgian continued through the castle's winding corridors, making his way toward his mother's private quarters. The air grew heavier with each step, the sense of impending doom tightening around him like a vice. He reached her area and called out, "Mom?"

His voice echoed in the vast space, and for a moment, there was no response. Then, he heard a familiar, almost hauntingly sweet voice from the kitchen. "In here, my sweet boy."

Morgian followed the sound and found Blanc in the kitchen, an unexpected sight considering the weight of their situation. She was baking, her hands dusted with flour as she kneaded dough, a warm, almost unsettling smile on her face. She greeted him with a kiss on the forehead, the affection genuine yet tinged with something darker.

"Hey, my sweet boy," Blanc said, her voice carrying a sing-song quality that belied the madness lurking beneath.

Morgian forced a small smile in return, his love for his mother still present despite the fear gnawing at him. He could see it in her eyes—the moment she had seen Red and Chloe together, something within her had snapped. It was as if all the sanity she had clung to had shattered in an instant, leaving behind a dangerous unpredictability.

"I got it yesterday," Morgian said, pulling the time-travel watch from his pocket. He held it out to her, his hand steady despite the turmoil within him.

Blanc's eyes lit up with a dangerous glint as she took the watch from him. She stared at it, turning it over in her hands, her mind undoubtedly racing through memories both painful and powerful. The watch seemed to hold her in a trance, a relic of the past that carried with it all the bitterness and rage she had tried to bury.

As Blanc ran her fingers over the intricate details of the watch, her smile grew colder, more calculating. "This little trinket," she murmured, almost to herself, "holds so much power. So much potential."

Morgian watched her carefully, sensing the shift in her demeanor. "What are you planning to do with it, Mom?" he asked, his voice tentative.

Blanc didn't answer immediately. She continued to study the watch, her mind seemingly lost in whatever twisted plan she was concocting. Finally, she looked up at Morgian, her eyes gleaming with a mix of love and something far more sinister.

"Don't you worry, my sweet boy," Blanc said softly, her tone soothing yet chilling. "I'm going to make sure they pay for what they did to us. For leaving us behind. And when I'm done, they'll wish they never meddled with time."

Morgian swallowed hard, nodding slowly. He knew better than to question her when she was like this. The only thing he could do now was wait and see how her plans would unfold—and hope that, somehow, he could steer her away from total destruction.

Blanc stood alone in the grand kitchen, her hands still covered in flour from kneading dough. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the time-travel watch Morgian had brought her. A twisted smile formed on her lips as she began to sing, her voice dripping with malice and determination:

♪ Off, off with your head ♪
♪ Dance, dance 'til you're dead, dead ♪
♪ Heads will roll ♪
♪ Heads will roll ♪
♪ Heads will roll ♪
♪ On the floor ♪