First Draft || Endless Bloodshed

35. Vulnerability.

Like the new cover? The wonderful and amazing @Lissy_Lou______  is who had the dedication for making it for me.

Sorry about this being so short.

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Although she hadn't cried, little princess Kristina couldn't have felt more devastated. She was only five and to have her sight stolen by the very people who were supposed to protect her from harm was still shocking her system.

        Kristina could hardly believe that this had happened, still gripping onto the hopeless hope that this had just a horrible nightmare, that tomorrow she would wake and be able to see and all would be well again.

Kristina's cloak dragged alone the floor as she rush through the hallways, oddly she found she bumped into less walls and people when she ran over slow paced walking.

It was hard and no one care who she was anymore so they didn't mind sticking out their foots in attempt to trip her, most often than not, succeeding.

A 'bang'ing noise distracted Kristina momentarily and without her full focus she smashed right into a wall.

As it always did when she tripped, fell, was push or ran into something laughter echoed the halls. It was all like a game, a disgusting torturous game.

A pit of self hate that had been slowly growing within the princess flared to life.

You can't do anything right, the voice whispered so alike to her own thoughts she thought it was.

A thickness closed up Kristina's throat as tears she refused to let fall stung her eyes.

Had it not been just two months ago that she herself had been laughting with the help?

The servants were made up of people who desired to work for the royal family, those who had seeked refuge, and lastly people who had been sentenced to work til the day they died.

Two months ago if she had hurt herself every servant in which ever wing of the castle they were in, would have rushed to her aid.

Now she was less then them.

Kristina wasn't the type to think the help was lower then herself, she acknowledged they most everyday normality wouldn't be managed without them.

"Idiot" a voice called, making the others around cackle loudly.

Kristina picked herself up and dusted the dirt off her hands and knees calmly, even as her insides raged war against one another.

Even the elegant princess Kristina glided down the hall, cloak cover head held high, the picture perfect image broken by the hand the dragged along the wall guilding her.

A heavy feeling pressed against her chest and her lips trembled, this wasn't how Kristina had imagined life would be like.

        She would never gaze at her mates face, not be graced with the sight of her children. That was if someone wanted her, she was scarred, both physical and emotional, she could only hoped her mated would love her.

But that was like wishing for time to stop, her family didn't love her, her pack hated her, what would anybody ever want with her?

She wasn't anything special, just the unwanted freak of the Royal pack.

Eager to escape the watchful eyes Kristina slipped into the Deathly Maze, no one dared follow for the fear of never been seen again, for if the maze didn't want you to escape, you wouldn't.

That was the reason her father, King Julian had never ventured to the far garden in twenty years.

A young cocky King Julian had wandered in and gone missing for three days, the maze was cut down, and the king, retrieved.

Unbeknownst to everyone, as they all fretted over the king, was that the maze was growing back. As the story was told, the maze stood right where it had before, as if never cut down.

It was Kristina's little slice of paradise that she couldn't gain anywhere else.

Weak! Weak! Weak! The voice taunted her.

"No!" Kristina screamed aloud,  "I am not weak! I refuse to be! I am strong, stronger than them!"

She stood in the center of the maze pacing back and forth, anger seeping from her form.

A rage shook her body, she wasn't weak, Kristina refused to be!

As quickly as it had appeared the fury left and Kristina flopped to the ground in defeat.

Her bottled up her emotions erupting one after the other, so quickly Kristina couldn't grasp onto a single singular feeling.

"Ahhhh!" Kristina screamed digging her nails into the neck where she had them wrapped around. She couldn't control anything and it was driving her to madness.

If anybody had seen her at that moment withering on the old broken stones, cloak off showing her disfigurements, they would have surely told the King, and he would have had her killed.

One wrong move, and she would be dead. So she kept to herself, and tried not to reacted when other tormented her.

Finally sadness won over her emotions and she curled up into a ball, her body shaking roughly as wails left her lips though no tears left her eyes.

The events of the last two months finally made it to the forefront of her mind, free for the cage she had previously locked them in.

Why? Why had this happen? Why had she lived?

She hated those who had done this to her, she hated her life and most of all she herself.

As suddenly as she had started crying she stopped, stilling instantly.

A hollowness planted itself in her chest as her mind ran from thought to thought aimlessly, showing all her faults.

In blink of an eye her mind cleared, it was as if a gust of wind had blown away her tortured thoughts.

Clarity washed over her and she realized she had been weak, she had let them see she was hurt by their actions.

No more. No more would they see her,

"Vulnerability"

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Thoughts?

Like the new cover?!?? I think it is Great!!! Thanks again to @Lissy_Lou______

I Know Its Short Be Fear Not For I Intend For The Next To Be As Long As The Last.

So we saw a vulnerable side of Kristina, she wasn't always strong.

The reason this is short is because I'm editing the first chapter.