The Forgotten Black

Long Live The Queen

Hello lovely readers, now its been a while since I lasted updated because I've been focused on another project; an original book which I'll probably post on here (eventually). But enough about that here is the next chapter, enjoy and don't forget to comment and vote!

1 week later

Estrella pov

The second we stepped out of the catacombs my uncle and mother hugged each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces. But they weren't tears of sadness, they were tears of joy.

"I told you we'd be free one day," Cygnus tells his sister. Free. They are now free. They now have their freedom. The freedom that Regulus never got. Or Bellatrix. Or me. My father joins in along with my aunt, as I am pushed to the side. All four of them celebrating the deaths of their parents, their tyrants, their personal monsters.

"I can't believe it. Freedom at last," father says, wearing a genuine euphoric smile on his face. I had never seen him smile like that. Ever.

"You better believe it because it's true," Druella says, her own face locked in a radiant smile that looked so strange on her usually sneering face that it didn't feel like it was truly her. A servant closes the door to the graves of our dead family members drawing all of their attention towards my direction. As their eyes land on me I see the realisation in their eyes. They are free, I am not.

"What are you still doing down here shouldn't you be hiding in your room like always," father snaps. Tears immediately spring to my eyes. My emotions are still sensitive after the loss of my grandparents. They were awful, yes but still my grandparents. Along with the tears I pull my lips into a cruel disgusted look.

"Do you know what it does to a sixteen year old girl to hear that kind of dismissal from her own father? I have spent an entire lifetime chasing your approval and love and for what? Sociopaths are incapable of love!" My first two sentences were questions. Questions they all know the answer to because they have felt that way too once a long time ago. My last sentence was not a question but a statement. And the worst part about that statement wasn't that it was true but that it applied to all of them. I leave and none of them follow after me or even shout anything at me because they know.

"I'm glad that you four have gotten your freedom," I say quietly but they still hear it. Unfortunately I'm not that lucky. I head to the family tree room and extend it all the way to the beginning. So much wealth and status and power has been achieved by these people but at what price.

"Which one of you started this horrible cycle?" I whisper the question as I lower myself to the floor. Back leaning against the wall I pull my knees to my chest wrapping my arms tightly around my legs. And I cry, allowing myself to mourn. To mourn what we have become. This is all that is left of the Noble and most Ancient house of Black. I feel a presence loom over me and without lifting my head I know it's my father who is probably glaring down at me.

"Please I can't do take it today, just leave me to mourn," I whisper my plea to him.

"You and you're loving heart Estrella—it will be your doom," he tells me and I nod knowing he is right.

"Do you know why they had to kill every single one of those slaves because of your actions?" Father asks. My anger resurfaces and I use it to squish down my pain and allow my rage to build more. Standing up I glare at him with tears still rolling down my face.

"They didn't have to do anything! They chose to! They chose to kill thousands, just to spite me. Just to let me one more time who was in charge and that even now I am stuck in this golden planted cage. They're Blacks, they don't have to do anything, they wanted to, they chose to!" I scream in his face.