Novi Mundi (new world)

Why??? (chapter 12)

{Tori}

The next thing I knew everything went black and I woke up on the in a bed in a room I have never seen before. I slowly start to regain my consciousness and I look around. I be lying if I said the room was bad, in all honesty the room was quite breath taking. I was lying on a king sized bed that looked like it was made for a king. The room alone was the size of James' house. James. 

Oh god, memories of last night started flooding back to me. I broke down in a heap and started crying all over again. Eventually I ran out of tears to cry. I walked over to a large mirror which was pure silver and framed by many intricate designs and patterns. My eyes were red and puffy and so was my nose. I looked the way I felt. I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest.

All of the sudden a strange woman burst through the door, she kept muttering things to herself like, "oh dearie me" and "must hurry". She turn and looked at me. "My dear girl you look dreadful, come on, we must get you cleaned up before you see his Lordship." The lady said as she started to lead me away to a room that I hadn't noticed was there. It looked like a bathroom, but again it was 50x larger than your average bathroom. I bathed and washed my face, then the woman pulled out a white dress and told me to put it on. It was beautiful. It was a strapless gown that flowed to the floor. It had jewels that wove around my waist. They looked like real diamonds.

 I walked out of the bathroom and the lady sat me on a stool in front of a large dressing table. I was still too exhausted from my massive sob session to fight her. She fixed my hair up into a messy bun and then started to apply make-up to cover up the fact I have obviously been crying. Then she started to walk away and I thought that it was finally over and I could go back to balling my eyes out.

But then she returned carrying a fancy box. God, was everything is this dam place fancy. No matter how fancy this place is, it still feels like a prison. She opened the box and I caught a glimpse of something sparkling. Yay more fancy stuff.

A TIARA! Bloody hell! What is going on here? She placed it on my head and stood back, obviously admiring her work. I looked like a bloody princess but I felt like death itself. "Now that were done, his Lordship wishes to see you." I turn to her and try to blink back the tears that threaten to fall. "Why am I here?" I ask, my voice shaking with every word. "You, my dear, have been chosen by his Lordship to his wife and the new queen of Otium. She stated as if I was the luckiest girl in the world. "Why? Why me?" I yelled, my sadness turning into anger.

"What is so special about me that you must hunt me down and kill the only person in the universe who actually cared about? What? I was now furious from the guilt that James was murdered because of me. "You my dear are actually the true heir to the crown. 

You dearie, are more special than you ever realised. You hold the knowledge and beauty of our entire planet." I froze. What was she talking about I'm not the heir, I'm no princess, I'm just a nobody. "Why do you think that you never got to leave that library and why nobody ever visited you? The King found a way to hide you from the world and now he's dead and his throne falls to you.

WHAT! This whole time I've had a family and yet they NEVER ONCE came to see me. Why? Who is this man who is the monster who intends to use me as his puppet I his childish quest for power? So many questions and so little answers.

There is only one way to get the answers I seek. I straighten myself up and face the woman. "Take me to see the master of this house. I have some questions that he needs to answer." I spoke strong and clearly so that she won't misinterpreted anything. "If we wants to talk, then let's talk." With that I strutted out of the room with the woman scurrying behind me.