"My sword is one inch away from slicing your neck. My victory is one inch away, yet why can't I do it, Althea? What kind of spell have you cast on me to have me thinking about you all day?!"
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Byeol meets a tragic death at age nineteen...
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I opened my red and puffy eyes to the sound of a familiar voice.
"Let me in, I need to see her! Do you know who I am?!"
Delia.
I scrambled to get off my bed, the white sheets falling down as I shook them off me.
Pulling the handle and opening my bedroom door, I see her being held back by two guards.
"Let her go."
"But, Lady Althea-"
"Let her go!"
Their hands fell to their sides, after a short hesitance and a glare from me.
"Althea!" She ran up to me and hugged me.
I hugged her back, and for the first time in this cruel week, I felt a sliver of hope.
My tears started to fall again, and hers soaked my shoulder.
"I didn't do it, I'm innocent, nobody believes me!" I managed through sobs.
"I know, I know. Calm down, and let's discuss this."
I closed the doors of my room, making sure nobody was eavesdropping.
My sobs eventually reduced to simple tears.
"They think I killed him, Delia. They think I was the one to take him out of this world. I would never!" I said as I sat on the couch opposite her.
"I know. They don't know you like I do, but we need to find a solution."
"I'm being accused of a crime I didn't commit. You don't think they would... kill me, right?" The word 'kill' brought a shiver down my spine.
She smiled a comforting smile.
"They wouldn't kill a person with divinity inside them."
Speaking of this 'divinity', I've yet to use my powers ever since I got here, right?
"You think so?"
"I know."
The sliver of hope extended with her words.
"Then let's devise a plan. If I don't prove my innocence in court, who knows what'll happen!"
Delia nodded, and we got to work.
"Your dad, he asked you to come to his office. The butler is a witness, whether he likes it or not, right?" I nodded, confirming her statement.
"How would you have killed him on a whim? Where would you have obtained a weapon from? Let alone a sword, and even if you did, by the time your screams echoed throughout the house, you would have no time to hide it or dispose of it!"
