The Queen Games

XI

I tried to plan the way I'm telling Cheryl she's leaving strategically but as soon as I entered the room, I could tell that strategy was out of the question.

"You're still here?" Cheryl asks me, confused before turning to Samantha, "I guess you're the one leaving then."

"Actually, Samantha is staying." I inform her, coming into the room more.

"So who's leaving?"

"You are." I tell her bluntly

She stared at me for a while before releasing a dry laugh, "Funny." She drawls out, "Be serious."

"I'm being serious, might want to start packing your bags, someone will come and collect you soon."

She shift her weight into her other leg, "So, what you're telling me is that the King chose you over me? Anyone would know that's a lie, Elise."

Her erratic behaviour shocked me, she use to be so careful and calculating but not anymore.

She showed her true colours quickly.

Just like me, the Game got to her.

"Alright then," I say with a little smile before sitting down on the sofa, "Stay, let them drag you out."

She narrowed her eyes at me like it has jut settled in.

Oh she's fuming, I can see it from a mile away but she's trying to stay controlled of the situation.

"I hate you!" She screamed after a pregnant pause, her outburst making Samantha jump, "You're not supposed to win this! You can't win this! You're not Queen material! You're just and ugly nobody that thinks she's better than everybody."

If I say her words didn't hurt I'll be lying but I won't let her see that. "Keep screaming, they'll just come quicker."

And I was right, two soldiers came in one telling Cheryl it's time for her departure.

That's when her control snapped.

She phased

attacking me and I phased trying to defend myself, ruining the couch in the process.

Cheryl is thin, making her moves fast and precise, I wouldn't expect anything less from the daughter of Rekard Velaries.

I managed to dodge some of jabs only getting minor scarring, I clawed right above her jugular causing her to pass out on the floor.

The solider stared at both of us before dragging Cheryl away by her fur.

Samantha comes towards me with a blanket allowing me to change back, I wrap the blanket around me.

I wonder if Guiel would be upset that I ruined his clothes.

"That was dramatic." She utters, as she follows me towards my room so I can get changed, "You know I'm no longer in this, you're in the final."

That still hasn't fully sunk in, "Why did you decide to be an informant?"

"The prince and I are childhood friends," she informs me, "We have many things in common in which he confides in me when he wants to."