The Shadows of Royalty

The Uneventful Event | Part 1

Multimedia: Rachel's dress, the one Ashley picked for her. Rachel will be wearing that dress at an event in the next chapter. Note, that this model isn't how Rachel is suppose to look or any kind of representation. Just the dress. :)

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Rachel POV

I'm leaving.... His words echoed and stammered into head. I needed to stop. His voice was like an obsession to my mind. It felt like nourishment. I'm leaving......... My heart crumbled at those two simple words. Despise their simplicity, they weighed a ton on my soul. I signed in frustration, as I got out of bed. I needed to stop this madness. I stood in front of the mirror, and took all my reflection. I had my mother's electric blue green eyes. That was the only thing I remembered. It was the only piece of memory I had left of her.

I looked at the mirror, once again, studying my face. But the eyes I saw this time, reflecting of the piece of glass, was the lightest shade of grey I have ever seen. They weren't mine. I gasp and quickly turn around, heart stammering. I'm leaving.... His voice whispered once again, my mind replaying what had happened earlier today.

I glance frantically around my dark room. My paranoia was getting to me. Even my own breathing startled me. It was all because of that bloody note.

I release my breath and glance back at the mirror. It was like if he was behind me, or rather in the room. How else could I see his eyes, and not mine?

But I knew better, no one was in the room. I paced around, the unease still clinging to me. It was all because of him. I couldn't sleep at night, because of the stupid note. Actually, I was rather calm, about the whole stalker issue. But all my mind seemed to project was Liam Jackson.

"Curse you!" I yell at nothing in particular. I gripped my hair as I bit down on my lip. I was becoming a mad women. Who was he anyways? Who was he to me? He was a mere stranger, who .. who..... makes me feel corrupt. Makes me feel vulnerable. I didn't know a single thing about him, but he knew basically the story of my pathetic life. I continued to pace. Something wasn't right.

Why does he advance to me, like he has known me before, and gets close to me, even though I am one of the nominees, for The Trial of Shadows.

Who the bloody hell was Liam Jackson? Something told me, that Liam Jackson wasn't his true identity. Why the bloody hell was he announced as the Prince's cousin. They were two opposites, barely the same. Nevertheless the same, but 2 different family lines. Something told me that there was something more to him........ I finally stop pacing, and glanced at the clock... 3 Am in the morning. Then I finally decided. I was going to stop with this madness. He was a strange and captivating man, that I know nothing about, and I could of cared less if he left the palace. I pull the covers and place my head onto the pillow in defeat.

The question still remained... Who was he?

With that I decided, to start finding answers. But not now, just when the sun finally rises from the horizon. For now,I will just rest.

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Earlier that day, after Rachel finds the note and Jamie leaves her chambers .....

6:30 Pm...

I walked, finding myself walking towards the infirmary. I stopped in my tracks. I was going to see my father. But why? At the end of the day, it was the right thing to do. Why did I have flowers in my hand? I stare at the simple white flowers in my hand, or rather white tulips. After all he had ever did to me, I am standing outside his door, with flowers, but not able to walk in. I shut out all those horrid memories that haunt me at the thought of my father. I wake up every day, to only find myself better than the person I was when I slept. I find myself forgiving him sometimes, despise the scars I hold. But what no one realizes is that I never forget. I wake up everyday with the burdens of everyone I love on my shoulders. The first one would be Jamie. But he isn't a burden, but something I hold on to and continue living everyday. Without him I would be nothing.