"You only ever focus on the Sun. Sadly, I was the Moon."
We all know, what we read tends to affect what we think, or what we dream (day-dream) about.
For example, if you read something funny; you'd either be really funny or your day-dreams will be...
This chapter contains dark themes, blood, gore, abuse, rape and rapidly changing perceptives (they stay on the same person, the only thing that changes is if it's 3rd or 1st person POV). Proceed with caution or skip this chapter entirely.
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ONE LAST TEAR BY AUTHORSILEN
I ran as fast as I can away from Brian's castle, steadying Evan's body after he saw his body. He wasn't there despite actually being there.
I forced myself to not pay attention to the disgusting mud under my feet as I made my way to the horse and to his numbness. What I have to focus on was the goal. Get us to his parents who can tend to the wounds, caused by a whip, on his back.
The hand around my shoulder was annoying the bruise on it but I still ignored it. Actually, I can't really feel it even when I felt the pain.
I just felt so helpless.
Useless.
I wanted to be get lost in my thoughts but I focused. As much as my scarred mind can.
Oddly enough, there were no servants nor guards in sight. All the more easier to get a horse.
I want to thank the heavens but I'm not gonna waste time.
Evan is passed out from the blood lost and the sight he wished he didn't see.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
I threw him over the horse and followed suit after. I made sure he was secured behind my back. I fixed my dress as to not expose my undergarments and to get a good control of this common horse.
It's mane was black and smooth. It neighed in delight to finally ride after a long while. She can't blame it, the palace's horses' don't get used a lot.
It dashed off immediately through the snow. She wasn't able to feel the temperature a while ago through all the tension and sadness but now that she can. She felt cold. But the whiteness of the snow reminded her of her mother. Her mother's pearly white teeth showed as she smiled at her, her white dress that she showed her, her pale hand that reached out towards her coaxing her to run from the bloody sight.
She felt tears well up at her eyes. Shallow. She cried too much.
It made her sad to know that she doesn't know if there will be another life. And if there wasn't, she had lost her mother and her happiness and everything and she can't get another rewind, new life or time traveling.
She let go of one of the reins to wipe away the tears. She needs to stay strong. Even if she wasn't. She was nothing like her sister, her mother, her father. The Queen, the Previous Queen and the Previous King. Who are all dead.
