Majesty of Obsession

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ELIZABETH

"No! I'll fight for you!" A scream rang in my ear. Uncle's arm pulled me to his back preventing me to take those steps any longer. He got a sword out from his side that even I didn't notice there was in the first place, he swished it protectively, making the wardens near us, back away. No, we're in danger.

"What are you doing uncle?" I asked, perturbed by what the consequences might be if he continues to prolong our doom.

"I'll keep you safe even if it'll cost me my life!"

I would have been flattered by the moment if it wasn't for the look the king is giving my uncle right now. Full of irritation, anger, and the deadliest, the disregard for uncles' life whether he lives or not. You have no idea how much I want to pull my only family and make a run for it, but knowing that we're surrounded by his wardens everywhere, where will we go? The king was alert, looking worried suddenly about my situation. I didn't notice that one guard was about to slash my uncle when I hurriedly ran and caught it. My face got hit.

I fell to the ground snow, holding my wounded and burning cheek. "Elizabeth!" Uncle screamed, Holding me and trying to check my wound. Blood dripped on my heart face shape down to my chin.

I touched it but It's just a breezing pain. Uncle quickly ripped the bottom of his shirt and placed it on top to prevent it from further bleeding.

Until we heard a thunderous scream, indicating a total disruption of pain. I held my head up, horrified at the situation in front of us. The king has his sword in the guard's heart, the one who accidentally bruised my face. I gasped, holding my breath in as I saw the life escaping his eyes until he closed it, surrounded by death. He killed him.

"You shouldn't pull a stunt like that!" He screamed into my face kneeling in front of me, as my uncle supported my back.

I can feel my uncle, frozen as I was, as we both watch the warden's body bathe in its own blood. I glanced at the king, scared of what he'll do next. I'm afraid he'll do that to my uncle, he'll do that to me. He took away a life oh so easily. What more awaits us?

I held my uncle's arms when the king tried to touch me, I flinched my body away as if I was looking for shelter. I'm too scared to even be touched by those hands which I have no idea how many lives had taken away. He noticed my sudden withdrawal and the paleness that my face is making, causing his face to go dark and vexed.

"Touch her again and I'll kill you. You put her life in danger." The king said coldly, looking at my uncle with eyes speaking, ready for another kill. My uncle stiffened. Poor him and poor us.

I was quickly lifted by a pair of strong arms and I feel the cold fingertips wrap over my back and legs. The broad chest near my head caused me to realize the king had carried me in a bridal style.

"Don't take her you-" Uncle was about to attack him from behind when the guards swished the sword from him and held his arms on both sides.

I gasped when they hit him up too many times, in the face, stomach, all over they can! "No!" I screamed and tried to get off the king's grip, but it just reinforced around my body, looking at me with a warning glare. I suddenly became little in his arms. An explosion was heard and I tried looking back to where it came from and it traced to our house now engulfed in flames.

"No please, spare my uncle, please! I beg of you in exchange for all there is in my life that can offer! Please!" I held his chest and begged, begged with all my might to leave my uncle be. He looked at me long enough while the background sound are like needles in my heart and ears; all of which were my uncle's grunts and suffering, as the crisps of the burning wood I once called home disappears.