Fatima ran through the halls of the royal palace, holding a pink bundle in her arms, careful not to trip while holding the baby. She was entrusted by the Queen, to give the young newborn princess to the Queen's best friend.
She slammed the door open with her left hand, bursting in Camilla's room, surprising her.
"Fatima? What's wrong? Wait...you-why do you have that baby in your arms?" Camilla asked.
"The Queen-," Fatima panted. "She told me to give her to you...something about her saftey."
Camilla was confused, her face scrunching up in a werid way. She was't sure why the young fourteen year old ran into her room, holding the daughter of her best friend. Camilla turned to look at the door, which opened, revealing the beloved Queen, and her best friend. She looked paler than usual, and her deep gray eyes seemed stormier, making her look sleepy.
"It is true, my dear friend, my daughter is deep trouble, he is after her. Derrick and I have agreed that it is no longer safe here. Please, Camilla, I know you're due to leave to see your father soon, please take her. Darrien can't get her, we can't take care of both daughters, take her, keep her safe, please," Danica pleaded.
Camilla watched as tears fell down the cheeks of her best friend. She hated watching her friend cry, but she hated it more that the past has come to haunt her, so Camilla took the baby from Fatima, who slept soundly, so delicate, so fragile, so oblivious to her world and life.
Danica came closer, and loomed over the baby, and as she opened her eyes, their matching grey eyes caught each other. Danica kissed the baby girl's forehead, and wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Bye, my Azalea."
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The Witch Coventry: The Revelation
FantasíaDanyea Cartwright lives the life of a simple teenager, until one day a mysterious girl whisks her away to a world filled with magic and royals. The monarchy of Ancremia, the kingdom, which is considered the capital of the magic dimension named Kaage...
