The Inured Villainess

Chapter 39

Estella

I groan, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.

Purple torches lit the room filling it with an ominous feeling.

I spin my head around the room, my eyes scanning everything. Stone walls. A wooden door with a small barred window.

A prison cell.

My arms are lifted up against the wall, the chains holding them up. It's cold and the stench is horrid.

Like mold mixed with death.

I tug my arms hoping the chains will fall off. I'm disappointed as they only dig further into my hands.

"You're finally awake."

I only then notice the dark figure near the door. The purple light falling onto their face, dancing across their blue-green eyes.

"Sister." A smirk plays on Zandrina's face as she steps closer to me.

Her dark maroon gown hugs her figure, each of her steps causes it to sway. Even in a prison cell, she could never disappoint with her beauty.

"Zandrina. Where am I? Where is my son?" I pull at the chains again in my sitting position.

"Your son?" She laughs. It's sinister, evil shrouding it. "My, Estella. How you've turned against us. It suits you." She looks down at me with a sharp expression. "A cursed queen with a cursed son."

"Don't say that." I grit my teeth, lifting my head to meet her with a glare. "He's a child."

"A child you share no blood relation with." She counters. "If only that was true for the both of us."

"You don't mean that, sister."

She laughs again. "You really are pathetic. You couldn't do as you were told so you chose to betray us."

"And live like a puppet?" I scowl. "You aren't much different."

"You..." She crouches down and roughly grips my chin.

"What?" I let out a low laugh. "You can't deal with the truth? That your Father's puppet. That your mind has been corrupted by the sorcerer."

"Shut your mouth!" She grits her teeth, releasing my chin. "Father has been working to keep our family safe. Safe from the royal family and everyone that wants to take away our power. Your king is nothing but a fraud. We, Claudonias, have always had power but he wants to take that away."

"So that's it?" I question. "Just for the power? Your reputation is ruined in society, Zandrina. Father ruined it, so why still stick by his side?"

"Because Father is doing his best for our family. He knows what's best." She doesn't sound too convincing.

"What about Kylo? Isn't he your family? If not me then what about him?" I narrow my eyes, curious of her answer.

Her face falters but returns to her firm expression. "He betrayed us, just like you. He's no one now."

"So you just give up like that?" I shift in my sitting position, the chains clinking. "If someone goes against your power~" I muse. "You just give up on them? That's low, even for you, sister."

"You know nothing." She steps back with a frown. "You're just a traitor. Our enemy."

"Why?" My eyes hold a hidden emotion as they connect with hers. "What have I ever done for you to hate me?"

Unlike Kylo who seemed to just influenced by the sorcerer, Zandrina felt different.

She held a contempt towards me, even with the influence.