The Shadows of Royalty

The Bloody Accusations Part 1

I wasn't joking when I said that I'll be talking....or rather suspiciously questioning Liam. Scratch that...

It was more like I was the Detective.

No scratch that....

What civilized detective would hide 3 daggers between their clothes, just when trying to ask someone some questions?

"- Your stupid ass, apparently. Enforcement in Vincia have greater methods. Who carries three bloody daggers laced in poison? Are you trying to kill the person..Wait not any kind of person..But rather Liam? The Duke? Last time I checked you were not pegged as a killer."

I rolled my eyes.

Just for safety reasons....what if my suspicions were correct? I replied, loosening my hair from the tie.

Aurora snorted in my head. "Yeah, no one cares if you get hurt. You got your affinity recharged, so you can heal. Unlike Liam... I bet you're just getting those daggers to sharpen them with his fine drool worthy sharp jawline."

I choked with my spit. Before seconds, a warm blush crept onto my cheeks causing me to look away.

Yes, indeed, his jawline was perfect. An image appeared in my head, portraying Liam's face. I discarded the image when my cheeks began to burn.

"No, none of those thoughts today," I hissed inwardly. I couldn't back down on what I was going to do.

But seriously, if Liam dropped all that cold and death glaring and those scowls, he would be pegged as beautiful. No not beautiful... Not handsome.....I couldn't think of a word, since he was already good looking, even when he death glared.

Hot, sang Aurora in my mind, causing me to shut her out completely. It got to be a tumor or some shit in my head.

I glanced at myself, once more, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

The small scar on my shoulder reflected, reminding me of my near death experience. The realization hit me...I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the healing, that the bright light emitting from my fingers did. I survived a poison laced arrow. Just like those poison laced daggers hidden in my outfit.

You cheated death....

I froze. It wasn't Aurora's voice. It was more like a masculine whisper that swooshed and emerged into my ear. A chill ran up my spine, as my eyes remained closed. I felt a presence behind me, but I couldn't bring myself to look.

What did I ever do to the Fates?

Deep Breaths... I commanded myself, and soon enough, my heart's acceleration decreased into a steady pace. I peeled my eyes open. I shook my head and buried it into my hands. It was just my brain playing images and whispers. My eyes remained locked with the mirror.

You're not well.

This was more like my conscious, whispering into my mind.

I tear my gaze from the mirror and ignored the comment my conscious wavered in my mind.

I am well. I thought, slipping into a jacket. Vincia's winds had grown, whistling and hurling the chilliness of the North into the air. This gave me the excuse of wearing my hoodie collection now.

I slipped from my bedroom doors, and started walking down the hallway. I was part of the Trials of Shadows, not the ruling of this palace. I wasn't bound here. This meant that I can go and come where I wanted, but had to return during the hours of training and events. The other nominees were granted this freedom. But the fucking Fates want to bride the winner this year to Xander, so for our safety, we weren't allowed to leave after a curfew hour. Screw them and everyone.