Novae Terrae | Ninjago x Reader

Chapter 4: Death is Never 'The End'

The sound of soft chirping and gentle winds fills your ears as you slowly regain consciousness. Wiping the damp from your face, you braced yourself for the day.

You've been waking up in tears a lot lately.

Several days have passed since you had woken up in this strange place. Each morning and night feeling nearly the same. Except for one specific detail.

"Young Madam, I understand that you are unhappy with this arrangement, but I do request you do not scare the staff any further." A man dressed in black and white requests as you proceed to toss another vase just inches from his head.

Each day since you have woken, the staff of this place would rush into your room. They would look you over, deem you unfit to meet with their master, and feed you. On the occasion of also dragging, you out of the room for you to bathe.

And each day you would scream and shout, thrashing around, and biting at anything that would come near you.

Why? Well besides the commonsense answer of stranger danger and you think you might have been kidnapped; you had also happened to hear two maids discussing something detrimental the day you woke up here.

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After the knock on the door rang out, you flung yourself back into the bed... pretending to be still unconscious.

As you slowed your breathing and the door opened, the hushed whispers and giggles of two women filled your ears.

"Oh, there she is! Our future ladyship before our very eyes... I can't believe we get to be some of the first to see her!"

"Hush with your blabbering, you'll wake the girl. She needs as much rest as possible if she is to be ready for the ceremony in time. The master will have our heads if we don't make sure of it"

"Right, yes, it's just all so exciting... It's been forever since there was a wedding in the family! I was certain the master would've been the last of the bloodline..."

The rest of the words blurred out... leaving you to focus on the words wedding, and ceremony. With the addition of, from what you could assume with the seeming rush with their presence it would be soon.

You, would be getting married soon.

You, were not having that.

So, for each time a servant would come in, announcing their presence and purpose for imposing on whatever non-important thing you had been doing... like trying to pry open a window, or catch the attention of a gardener to maybe realize you didn't want to be here and help you escape (none of which ever worked). You would proceed to flip out like a psychopath, throwing things (never harming anyone but enough to scare... you were worried that causing harm to the staff would lead to more trouble than it was worth), threatening to bite anyone who came near you, running off when they would dress you for a bath (only to be grabbed by the guards outside and thrown back into either the bathroom or bedroom). Fighting everything and everyone in hopes they'd just throw you out. But they didn't.

They would just request for you to cease in your actions, like now.

"I'll stop when you let. me. go!" The butler sighs.

"The young master has requested to meet with you soon, if you keep up with this attitude you won't be leaving this room for another week." You snarl at him.

"Fine! I'm just going to keep fighting it!" He looks at you like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Very well then. Your lunch will be ready soon." He takes his leave.