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Chapter 3: Krystal

The time arrives for me to head down to the courtyard. I pass my new handmaiden, Avery, I think her name is, on the way down. She is carrying my new folded gowns that my father bought me, one is a brilliant blue with lavender gemstones on it. The other one is eye catching. The black dress had a dark lace bodice and a open back with tendrils of beads that connected the deep red flowers flowing around the waist to the ones on the shoulders and around the neck. The dress continued its dark lace down one of the arms, ending at the base of the hand. It is absolutely stunning, I think about stopping Avery to take the dress, but decide not to for the sake of Lydia. She will be up there dying for loving me, and I thought about dressing up for it. I grunt and continue walking.

My shoes click down the white marble hallway, echoing off the obsidian walls. All corridors look like this, white floors and dark walls. The contrast is beautiful, clashing together to create this dark and light theme, like me and Lydia. I shake my head to get her out of my thoughts, I mustn't show weakness in front of him, my father. He will be looking for anything to pry into when I get punished. I thought we were done with that, the last time I received any form of torture was when Lilith "fell" down the stairs. I didn't mean to push her, she just got on my nerves. I didn't break anything of hers, she just screamed bloody murder when she landed. Granted, it was at least seventy-five spiral stairs, but she stopped rolling head over heels half way.

Before leaving for the trail I quickly jog back to my room, in hopes of finding something more plain. During breakfast I decided I want to blend in with the crowd, to not watch her die up there while I sit behind as royalty, yet to be her lover, and watch from the crowd as a normal person. Hidden in my closet I find old dresses that are of a light blue, and not as elegant as the one I am wearing now. Still too flashy for the commoners, so I continue searching. After five minutes, which is four too much, I found some peasant clothes that aren't covered in blood. I hurriedly take off my clothes and throw on the peasant ones. I run to my vanity and scrub off my makeup; it may be a light makeup, but only the rich have makeup. I put my my hair up in a messy bun, throw off my shoes and leave my room.

I head down those same stairs, where I pushed Lilith so long ago, on my way to the Courtyard. The trial will be held in the Castle Courtyard. It is circular with an entrance on the north and south side of the yard. A crescent moon table, on the East side of the yard, for the council to sit at. The King and Queen sit at the mid section of the moon, a deep red throne for the both of them. To the left of the Queen sits Ladies and a Princess. Aunt Sophia, Aunt Issabelle, Lady Mia, Princess Rose, and my mother's closest friend Lady Leah. Aunt Issabelle is my mother's eldest sister, sitting next to her is my father's eldest sister, Princess Rose. Next to Aunt Rose is my youngest aunt, Lady Sophia. I could care less for her, for she is one who participates in my torture. There sits Lady Mia, mother's mother. She is such a kind lady, she wouldn't hurt me right? Lady Leah is last on the female council side, she has been my mothers best friend since she was a child. She is more like an aunt then Sophia is. To the right of the King sits his most loyal guards and Lords. Uncle Derek, Uncle Adam, Uncle Aleksander, cousin William, cousin Emmet and Elijah. They look extravagant, as ever, in their palace clothing.

I chose peasant clothing so I can stand in the crowd and blend in. People don't move when I stand to the side of them, duh, I'm not in my usual attire. Slowly I make my way into the crowd of people who are here to watch Lydia die. No manners at all.

"Umm... excuse me. Excuse me," is all I say while pushing my way through, "excuse me, please mo-" barely escapes my mouth before someone grabs me, inappropriately. I spin and back hand him, my hand burns with rage. No manners. At. All. There is an empty spot at the mid-back of the sea of people, in direct sunlight. I make my way over to the open space, the sun warming my skin on this cold day. No one bothers me after I got touched, thank the Gods. I might of just hollered for my mother. From the back of the crowd, I can barely see the the Crescent Court. My father is out shining everyone up there. Covered in jewels of our ancestors selection. Alexandrite, garnet, diamonds, rubies, opal, onyx and way more that he stole from his father's grave when he was younger. They never got along, Father would always get in trouble with Grandpa and Grandma. So when they died he took what was rightfully theirs and claimed it as his own, I could never look at him the same. Mother is as elegant as ever, she looks absolutely stunning her her blood red gown, ready to make it darker with the blood of Lydia. I turn away, eyes burning.