Maiden of Moonlight | Tedros Pendragon

Chapter 2.10

" Let it hurt, then let it go. "

r.h. Sin

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Marya couldn't sleep.

Ever since the Dean told the Montague she would have to kill her once closest friend alongside Sophie and her former prince, slumber evaded her. Whispers meddled her mind, the voices sounding eerily to the cruel woman who raised her as dark thoughts were at the forefront.

" Kill them."

" Be vulnerable. Stab her in the back when she least expects it!"

" You wouldn't want to disappoint the Dean, would you? The only person who really cares for you."

Marya tossed and turned, the whispers growing louder, and louder, and louder.

" Shut up!" Her voice broke into the silent night, a beam of moonlight filtering past the curtains, highlighting her teary eyes in the darkness of the space.

The voices silenced.

All was quiet.

Marya heaved, her breaths harsh and rushed as she pleaded for air, yet none came as she stumbled out of bed, tumbling into her vanity and sending delicate bottles to the floor. Glass littered where she stepped, but the Montague was too preoccupied with attempting to breathe again as she rushed towards the window.

Fumbling with the lock, Marya pushed the glass sashes open, allowing a sharp breeze to flow into the room. The cold nipped at her pale complexion stained with rivulets that cascaded mercilessly as she slowly began to regulate her breathing.

Marya leaned against the window sill, her misty eyes focused on the Moon. She could not murder. Her heart was not capable of committing such a gruesome act. The brunette was not evil; she was not her grandmother.

A hiss escaped her lips as she peered down at the ring on her finger, the band glowing hotly before fading back to normalcy.

No, she could not disappoint the Dean.

Marya had to rid the Woods of the readers and Tedros.

The world was better off without them.

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Tristan of Camelot anxiously fidgeted in his seat during Weapons for Boys with Professor Espada. The wolves would soon howl to signal the end of class, and he knew exactly who he needed to speak to.

Weeks had passed and he barely saw Tedros Pendragon, forget talking to him! All the redhead got was a glimpse of the sun-kissed prince-now pale and hollow from his time in the dungeons-in passing as the boys went from class to class.

It also did not help that Tristan barely spent time in wicked castle-

The wolves howled.

The prince leapt from his seat and scurried out of the classroom, fading into the throng of boys in the crowded hallway as they all headed to the dining hall for lunch. Getting shoved around and elbowed-nothing Tristan wasn't used to-he finally descended into the main hall, where he caught sight of golden locks while standing on the pedestal of a statue to gain a better view from above.

Tedros was with Filip of Mount Honora, one of the new students from a distant land no one had ever heard of. He looked quite bored as the handsome blonde next to him rambled about Merlin knows what. Tristan had never seen such an expression on his features, certainly not with Marya anyway.

The redhead approached and Tedros' tired eyes widened gleefully, " Tristan! Haven't seen you ages!" Clapping each other on the back in greeting, Filip was uninterested in their conversation as they got into the meal line, grabbing their pails prior to finding a small table at the back of the space.

" So, you excited for the Trial by Trial?" Tristan asked, poking the sludge they were forced to eat with his fork, attempting to be nonchalant as he broached the subject.

The Pendragon remained silent, continuing to chew, unaware that Filip perked up at the topic, awaiting an answer.

" Do you think Marya's gonna be a participant?" Tristan questioned slowly, knowing she was an incredibly sensitive topic.

Filip's eyes widened in alarm as Tedros' fist slammed against the tabletop, causing the boys around them to turn their heads in their direction.

" Do not say her name." He muttered angrily, his gaze darkening.

Tedros stared straight at Tristan, yet to the redhead, it felt as though he were looking right through him. As if he were haunted by the girl he confessed he was in love with; the ghost of their love tormenting his every waking moment, and even managing to possess his mind while in the land of slumber.

" No, really, Tedros," Tristan pushed, and both blondes were confused as to why he was forcing so hard. " She'll be in that forest, and you'll have to fight her to win-"

" And how could you possibly know that?" Tedros gritted out, his food abandoned as he stood from his seat, glaring at one of his closest friends.

The redhead ignored the question, "Are you really certain you want to fight the girl you love? To harm he-"

" Enough!" He bellowed, his face red as he angrily pushed his chair back in. "Not another word of this."

Tedros stormed out of the hall, a shocked Filip scampering behind him as Tristan was left at the table, his questions unanswered.

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The afternoon had been exhausting.

Marya was ready to fall under the plush covers of her bed, but Evelyn Sader seemed to have different plans as she did the girl's uniform tailoring for the Trial by Trial herself.

Standing on a platform in front of a set of mirrors, the Montague kept still as the older brunette flicked her wrist, her magic wordlessly making the needed adjustments for a tighter-fitting garment. The material hugged Marya's form, complimenting her curves and displaying her toned muscles that had developed since she started her private sessions.

Gazing into the mirror, Marya did not feel like herself. She was everything the Dean wanted her to be...Yet as she examined her form, the hopeless romantic who made good friends and fell in love was gone. In her place, there was a seventeen year old hardened by heartbreak and betrayal.

The boy who promised her his heart was so paranoid with the witch he once cared for that he stomped across her trust, diminishing it to nothing; she never even got to explain herself in the School Master's tower.

Her cousin barely knew her, thus it was obvious he would choose his princess above all. Marya could not begrudge him for it, yet it still hurt.

And then there was Agatha.

The ravenette who sought the Montague's comfort placed her long-time friend above everyone else despite the witch's rotten heart. Sophie would never do the same for Agatha, but the girl would do anything for her.

When it came down to it, Marya would never be chosen first. She was simply the second choice. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

Thus, as Sader finished the tailoring of the uniform, her words implanting themselves in the Montague's brain, Marya knew what she had to do during the Trial by Trial.

The plan was perfected.

All they needed to do now was wait.

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Author's Note

We're nearing the end of act 2! I honestly miss writing about Tedros and Marya together, so can't wait for act 3. Lots of drama is gonna unfold then, lots of it.

Hope you guys are enjoying so far :)

XOXO