Accalia Starling can't stop the emotions she experiences whenever the tall, green eyed Harlequin lays eyes on her. She knows deep down that there's something off about him, but unfortunately, he holds her heart in his tainted hands.
Started: October...
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Accalia stares at Thiora with wide and fearful eyes. She had finally been caught, and the thought of being exposed to her parents is terrifying. She hasn't felt this level of fear in a very long time. What is her new maid going to do now that she's been caught with Harry? How is she going to use this to her advantage?
No one in the room speaks; Accalia is too scared, Harry is too surprised and Thiora is just soaking all of this in. She's just gained a lot of power and there's no doubt that she'll use this to her advantage and create as much chaos as possible. This is exactly what she's been wanting since the start; she wants to be the one that has power, no matter the cost. She stares at Accalia and Harry's intertwined bodies and she feels a rush of anger and jealousy at this.
"Interesting," she finally says. Then, without a word, she leaves the room. Accalia lets out a quiet, panicked noise, and she begins to try and get out of bed. Harry stops her by grabbing her hips just as she pushes the covers off her.
"Accalia wait," Harry says, trying his best to stay calm. "You need to relax." Her head turns towards him and he nearly shrinks back due to the look she's giving him.
"That is perhaps the stupidest thing that has fallen from your mouth," she snaps. "I can't relax. This is a huge deal. We've been caught and what's worse is that it's by that stupid fucking nurse that seems to have a personal vendetta against me, and—" Her words are cut off by Harry as he suddenly leans up and kisses her.
"Accalia, Darling, it's going to be okay," he says once he pulls away. "I promise that nothing bad is going to happen."
"How can you promise that?" Accalia asks as her eyes begin to fill with tears. "We don't know what she's going to do. I don't know what's going to happen to me. What if this this the final straw and my parents either end up killing me or sending me far, far away? What if I'm thrown in jail or beaten?"
"That won't happen," Harry says seriously. "Surely your parents wouldn't do that to—"
"You've seen what my parents are like, Harry, you know what they're capable of doing. What makes you think that they wouldn't hurt their only remaining child? I'm nothing to them, I'm worse than dirt," Accalia says sadly. "They only did something about Eadmund because so many people witnessed what he did. They needed to protect their image, and if I get in the way of that, I'll be dealt with accordingly."
"Then maybe it's time we run away," Harry says. "We can gather whatever you need right now and just go."
"We—I can't do that, Harry," Accalia says as tears begin to run down her cheeks. "There's not a place in this world where I won't be sought after. My parents will always try to find me and punish me in their own way. I—we don't even have the resources to run and hide."
