Cursed

Chapter 9 - History

When Alexander woke the next morning, the sun brightly shining through the delicate lace curtains. His thoughts immediately returned to the happenings of the night before.

After the Enchantress returned from speaking with Valentina, they spent a few more minutes discussing the journey. But soon decided that sleep was what they needed most, and retired to their chambers.

Both Alexander and Evangeline had graciously accepted the Enchantress' offer of two rooms, that were no longer occupied.

So for the first time in many days, they both were enveloped by sleep. Not a hard forest floor that would cause them a restless nights sleep to be found.

His second thought however, was involving his love Amelia.

How she would have gladly accompanied him on this adventure. How she would have filled the space on the other side of the bed. Now he was alone.

Alexander had Evangeline. But that was different.

As Evangeline had slept in the room opposite his he was free to do as he wished, so he padded across the room towards the balcony.

Slipping through the lace curtains, his palm pressed against the elegant door, pushing it open.

The cool morning air was the first thing to hit him, and as he stood barefoot on that balcony Alexander realised that the world before him was a cruel, harsh prison, that only love could help you escape from.

He had had love, but unfortunately it had slipped through his grasp, and now he would get his revenge.

Not only for the death of Amelia, but for the people of Aurora who - over the years - have been unfairly treated. Forced to risk their lives for the stupidest of reasons.

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When Evangeline woke the sun was yet to rise, but her excitement for the day ahead roused her from the bed.

She could not spend another second sleeping. Today was the day they would embark on their journey. A journey that would result in the world becoming a more peaceful place.

It was not only the excitement that kept her from sleep, but the elegance of the room around her. She wanted nothing more than to explore each room in this wonderful mansion, it reminded her of home.

Lazarus, her Kingdom, the castle in which she lived. Wasn't nearly as extravagant as this. Especially after the plague.

Just thinking about it sent a shiver down her spine, and a tear to her eye.

But Evangeline couldn't possibly shed another tear. She had cried herself to sleep last night, wallowing in the grief of her father's death. She was all alone now.

But today was not the day to dwell upon the past. So she sprang to her feet, and as she walked towards the dressing table, began to wondered who had occupied this room before her.

Then as Evangeline stared at her reflection she began to wonder how such an innocent girl had been turned into such a strong woman.

It was because of everything she had been through.

In the reflection her eyes locked onto the rings Alexander had given her, they simply seemed to draw her attention. But when her gaze moved back toward her face, her eyes were pitch black, causing her to jump slightly.