Centuries

What Really Happened

So...this is my final update for this month. I am focusing on Like I'm Gonna Lose You. And, when I finish it this month (no, I'm not updating all the chapters this month) I'll begin updating everything else. For now, here is the super short new chapter for Centuries.

Enjoy!

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"Your Highness."

Blake sat meditating in the garden of Nightingale Castle. Twas her daily routine ever since she could remember. "Yes, Neptune?" She asks, never opening her eyes.

"Miss Xiao Long has just made it back from the town with Sage."

Blake nods. "Send her this way. We shall begin her training immediately."

It was quiet for a few minutes, something Blake finds comforting. While she waits for Yang, her mind empties itself from every thought and focuses on the air around her. The flowers, grass, trees, and various insects.

"Your Highness, Miss Xiao Long."

"Come sit with me, Yang. Thank you, Neptune."

Blake waits until she can sense Yang sit in front of her, the uneasiness and tense air becoming sufficating, almost. "Yang," Blake sighs, opening her eyes to stare at Yang. "Relax."

Yang fidgited, unable to do so. "Your Highness-"

"To you, it is Blake."

Yang blinked. "Y-Your Majesty?"

Blake smiled. "To you, Yang, I am Blake."

Yang nods. "T-Then, Blake, I have a question."

Blake nodded, releasing her hold on the outside world. "Yes, Yang?"

"W-Well...why did you choose me?" Blake raises an eyebrow in question. "Why choose me to be your Royal Gaurd? There are many that are much more qualified then I."

"That is true," Blake says. She stands up, offering her hand to Yang, who takes it. "Walk with me." Yang does so. It's quiet as they walk through the, surprisingly large, garden that slowly transitions to forest. "Yang, what has Glynda told you about my past?"

Yang blinked. "She told me about how you were exiled and how you ended up surviving. She was interrupted by General Ironwood before she was able to finish."

The queen sighed. "Of course he did...Would you like to here what really happened that night of the ball?"

Yang nodded, and Blake told her. Everything from the beginning to the end, to her sparring Adam's and Martin's life, even after they took her closest friend, a man she considered her own son. That, for years after, Blake had sworn vengence against those who had wronged her and swore to bring justice to them.

"But, Your Hi-I mean Blake, Adam and Martin had told us that you...You killed Roman and Cinder in cold blood."

Blake chuckled. "History is a thing lost in rumors, young one." A smirk graced her lips. "And whose to say I ever killed the two in the first place?"

The brawler blinked. "You didn't?"

"I don't kill anyone unless absolutely necessary."

"Why can't other kings think as you?"

They stopped in front of a cabin. "Because, Yang," Blake said as she opened the door to the cabin. "They are just that. Kings. Men brought into power because of their birthright." The queen gestured for Yang to step into the small, wooden structure. "After you, Yang."