Majesty of Obsession

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"This is not the time to be stubborn, Elizabeth!"

"No! I won't. I can't leave you like this, please."

"Take these and go!" He screamed as he take hold of the belongings with clothes and food, only to give it to me almost forcefully.

"Uncle, I'll stay by your side." I sounded in a pleading manner, pushing the things aside, showing him I won't leave.

*TUD*

A loud knock came from the door causing us to stay silent for a moment before catching tears flashing over my uncle's eyes and looking at me, asking for mercy and a lifetime favor.

"They're arriving. I won't ever forgive myself if you get caught! I swore on my life that I'll keep you safe. Hide under the kitchen, there's a secret lock down there! Be quick!" Uncle whispered harshly, distressed by the situation.

"I don't understand. Why is the king after me? Is it a debt? Maybe we can talk to him-"

"No. It's not about that..."

"Maybe he got the wrong person. It might not be me or you and-"

"No, It's you! He wants you, he's after you, years ago, he claimed you his! I couldn't escape, no! Not on this restricted doomed island! He'll take you and I won't live in peace if that happens, Eliza!" Uncle snapped as the pressure in my chest increased with every bit of hysteria in his tone. Bewildered, still I managed to ask and try to understand the situation.

"I-I don't get it-"

"I'm sorry, but you have to listen to me."

A loud thud was heard again and it seems that the door was slammed for the cue of my uncle to forcibly pull me to the kitchen and hide me under the wooden floor, dusk, and dusk everywhere—all in a blink of an eye. The deafening silence enveloped the whole house, yet my heartbeat rang like a drum in my ear. The same beat of my heart is the same beat of the now marching footsteps, rushing inside my now-threatened home.

"Where's the girl?" A voice was heard at the top of my hiding den. All I can see is a little light up peephole. I gasped almost quietly from the sight up above me. Troops were surrounding my poor, defenseless uncle with their pointed swords aimed at him.

"I won't give her up. She's not here and you won't be able to find her!" Screamed my uncle back, disregarding the great number against him. A loud thud was made once again, causing things to stay completely dead in silence.

A man with black plate armor came in. The whom I think is a knight with a feather in his armor bows his head down to the man walking in. Is this the king? The mighty king, who said at the age of 14 assassinated his whole blooded family? The mighty king who is well known as a sick and enraged child? The mighty king who is after a commoner, a plain civil—me?

"Where is she?" Nobody dared to speak as I hardly hear any breath from anyone up my spot. Even my own was snatched, almost as if I forgot how to breathe anymore.

"Where's my Elizabeth?" That mighty voice. Extremely manly that has a follow-up rasp. My Elizabeth? What is he implying? He said it, as his voice sent shivers down my valor from the coldness and roughness as if he was an almighty Man.

"Over my dead body and soul." Uncle said gritting his teeth and sending dagger eyes in his direction.

The King moved forward passing him and looking around a bit in the house, trying to investigate, as he came to look down for a while. What made me frightened is almost as if he was staring at my eye, exactly where I'm spotted. I held my hand over my mouth to stop myself from sobbing more. Did he find my spot? I found my answers when he turned around and faced my uncle instead. So, he didn't see me... Didn't he?