That's kind of exactly how i picture lillian! short hair and all :D buuut honestly i picture lillian a little less attractive, because lets face the facts, not all of us are supermodel gorgeous! so i dont get why every main character alive must have a #model status lmao (i kind of just used this picture for the hair and they eyes so u have a visual ngl)
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"Are you okay?" Anthony asks as we walk together towards the village stage they set up just for our most humble king.
The feeling from last night never left, the dread grew over the long dark hours. Whatever is going to happen today, I can say I'm definitely not prepared.
The sky is dark, giant ominous clouds pack the sky. My bare feet are freezing as we walk down the dirt path. My mind buzzing with fear and anxiety.
"Fine," is the short answer I give him. He shakes his head at my pitiful answer, I didn't even try hiding the fact I am obviously, not fine.
We continue walking, every bone in my body screams for me to turn around and never look back. Our presence is mandatory though, if we are not accounted for we will be found and dragged out forcefully. Obedience is required for these mutts.
The king has never come to our village before, but our little rebellion changed that. Our village succeeded in killing half of the guards stationed around us. It was chaos. And it was beautiful.
Although we ending up paying the ultimate price. After we were subdued, for every guard that was killed, he killed one of us. 15 dead.
My mother was one of them.
I watched her get ripped apart in the village square, I will forever remember that day and I will forever remember the last words she said to me. Her screams and the screams around her still haunt me. That was exactly a year ago today, he comes in person now, to remind us of his power and to remind us that we are nothing.
I've only ever loved one person, and that was my mother. He took her from me, he took the only person who cared about me away. Now he want's me to bow. Just like my father wanted me to lower my head . I will not.
Multiple people surround us now, all going to the same place. All ready to bow to a king. I suddenly feel the need to scream. To yell, to tell them all that we don't have to do this, that he is not our king.
I know I will be ignored if I do this. The parents to scared to lose their children, the children too young to remember the hate and the terror that occurred a year ago on this fateful day.
Everyone is silent. We walk eyes straight ahead, no whispers to be heard. Complete and utter silence except for the crunch of the earth beneath our feet.
Guards walk at the sides of the crowd now. No guns or weapons, they don't need them. Not when they have fangs and claws. Not when they are the weapon.
I grab Anthony's hand and squeeze. Something doesn't feel right. It feels like everything is tilted just slightly and my whole body is on edge.
We walk on for about mere minutes but it feels like hours.
I know we've hit our destination when the guards scream at us to stop walking. I look around for what feels like the 100th time. Some people are dressed in what looks like their Sunday best, both men and women who are grappling for the king's attention. Hoping for him to wisk them away from here. I wish I could say I couldn't understand. But I do. I understand that they would do whatever necessary to leave this place. I would do almost anything, except bow down to them.
The ones like Anthony and I, wear anything to help blend in, to not draw the attention of our oh so lovely king. It seems we are the one's to remember the cost of catching the king's attention. A king that can only be satisfied by the blood of humans spilling on the earth.
We all have one thing in common. The terror that makes our bones today. That runs through our veins.
My hand is still held by Anthony's. We stand so still, the silence suffocates me. A scream feels lodged in my throat.
Anthony turns to me as if he sense's something is wrong. I don't meet his eye's. Instead, I tilt my head towards the dark sky and I pray. I pray for the king's speech to be short, and I pray that it will be over with no bloodshed. I pray that my people and I will be safe again. For good measure, I also pray for the king's demise.
As one last gesture of faith, I squeeze Anthony's hand one last time, he returns the gesture. My heart is beating frantically in my chest
"May the gods be merciful," I whisper. Though I know they never are.
Opening my eye's I realize can't even see the boards of the stage, the heads of the villagers blocking it. Something tells me I'll be able to see him nevertheless.
We wait for mere seconds before he joins us.
I know he's here. I swear the air grows colder at his arrival.
His carriage is not luxurious surprisingly. It is simple. Black. That's all I can see over the crowd.
My heart starts beating faster if that's even possible.
I can only see his raven hair as he walks towards the steps of the stage. I see glimpses if his face as he walks up on the stage.
He makes it on the stage. God's is he gorgeous. So gorgeous that it physically hurts to look at him. His face all harsh angles. All godlike in his beauty. He's tall too, I note that he has to be over 6 foot.
And the power. I can sense the power radiating off of him. I bathe in it for a moment. I want it. I want to curl myself around him and his power and take it for myself. I would've stepped forward had it not been for Anthony holding me.
Suddenly I'm disgusted with myself. How could I betray my people so quickly? My mother? Willing to walk to him like a zombie! I'm thankful Anthony didn't notice my moment of weakness. He would've been disgusted too I'm sure.
I'm pulled back into reality with his movements.
It looks like he is searching for something. His head is turning, his dark eye's managing to look even darker, almost black. Scanning the crowd he finally stopped. His eye's right on me.
A growl leaves his chest. It was powerful and the crowd shrank back. It seems he found what he was looking for.
I couldn't help it, my feet moved on their own as I turned to run.
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BAM im legit so proud of myself for this chapter, although it's probs riddled with mistakes sorry!
anyways you get to meet meet the great alpha king next chapter so yep!
anyways please give this chapter a vote and comment if you can! it would mean the world to me :D
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