The Blood Of The Rainbow

.:Chapter 13:.

ALEX'S POV

She was gone. She was alive, but gone.

I burst through the door to my father's office. "I am going on a trip to the north, preferably alone," I said, informing my father rather then asking.

"No you will not," Argyro sighed, as if his sons did this everyday. "Your brother has chosen a wife, so the Queen's Parade is this week. You must be there."

"Judas?"

"Of course. You think Arian chose a wife? That boy absolutely refuses to do anything I tell him," Argyro laughed, but it was short and brief before returning back to his kinglike stature. "You will stay for the celebration."

"Fine. I will leave as soon as the parade is over," I said, turning to leave. I didn't know Judas had already chosen a wife. Especially now, out of all times.

"Oh. One more thing, Alexander," Argyro said. I turned to face him. "You bring back that purple girl, and she will be executed like she is supposed to."

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I straightened my crown and took a deep breath. Arian walked in to my chambers with his ruby crown, shining gold like a halo on his head. "Come on, brother," he said. "We have to stand behind Judas on the float."

I nodded, walking beside Arian. "Do you know who it is?" I asked.

"No clue. Judas never tells me anything anymore. He's becoming like Father," Arian sighed. His voice was more sorrowful than I could comprehend.

That was a strange remark, coming from Arian. In my eyes, Judas was very different from our father. I didn't say anything because I didn't know how to respond.

We all stood in front of the palace, in the same courtyard that Violet's execution took place. My mother and father sat to the right of Judas and the soon-to-be queen, Tatyana. She was very regal-looking, the perfect princess. She stood tall next to her betrothed and smiled warmly at my parents.

Arian and I took our places on the left side. Our swords glistened in the sun as we stood in our royal manner that we had been taught since we were children. Judas turned around and looked at us before walking over. He stood next to me, speaking even though he faced forward.

"Violet is a very lucky girl," he said, still staring ahead.

"I'm going to find her. Mark my words," I said calmly.

My brother nodded as if expecting nothing less. "Only the best for the people you love," he murmured. I looked at him with a questioning glance, and Judas simply smirked before walking back to his place. On my other side was Arian, who was laughing at my confused face. I elbowed him and Arian ceased to silence, but a sly smile still graced his face.

The parade started and we began to move through the streets of the towns. Every town was the same. Cheering, and celebration.

Every single one except for Violet's hometown. The streets were less full. Only a few families stood out on the streets to greet the new queen. The green, blue and a few red families stood out, clapping for the new ruler. But the rest were mourning. They were angry at us. Even the yellows were staying, locked in their homes.

As we started to leave this town I suddenly heard yelling. My head snapped up and I saw my brother and father hunched over on the ground, silver blood pouring onto the ground. Tatyana cried out and held Judas' head in her lap.

I pushed through the guards and saw similar arrows stuck out of their backs.

Arian took control of the guards, yelling out firm orders that the guards obeyed without hesitation. He looked over at our fallen family with distress.