Victorious [on hold]

Beautiful Eyes

1648, November

It had been his piercing blue eyes and rose lips that made me remember him. It was not his title. Not his avalanche of maids. Not his father, who sat on the throne. But his eyes and lips. Which were now closed and pressed to mine.

Jaycob Norlgh was the prince of Darenth. I was the daughter of his father's trusted man, the leader of his armies. But that did not matter when we snuck away as our fathers discussed the future of the kingdom. Nor did it matter when he told me he loved me and I had said the same.

I indulged in him as he in me. I pulled away from him, our panting wasn't the only the sign of indecency being shown. My hands were shoved deep into his light blonde hair, his underneath my skirt. I smiled as he smirked, kissing my nose.

"Elyria. Come let us go home." A voice suddenly called out. Our bodies froze.

"Shit." Jaycob exclaimed, as I rushed away from him and patted down my hair and begged my haggard breath to the calm the fuck down. As steps started to come towards us. I quickly pointed at Jaycob to play the part.

"You should always pay attention to your opponent," I told him in my monotone voice, my hands positioned in front of my face and my legs slightly bouncing as if I was to fight him. He nodded his head before quickly watching me, as I felt my father come from behind me.

"I never understand why you waste your time, Prince Jaycob." My father's usually cold voice echoed through the stables we were in. I shook my head not knowing if that was an insult to me or an insult to Prince Jaycob, either way, my father would offend.

"There is no harm in learning. Plus, I am only trying to know who will succeed in your spot, my good Lord Gavin." Jaycob tried kissing-up to my father, which only lead me to roll my eyes before I turned to face the man that had raised me. I meant his cold brown eyes.

My father hummed in disapproval before walking out, again I could not decide for who. So instead I bowed my head to my secret lover, abiding him goodbye, as I followed my stern father.

We reached the carriage, we arrived in and allowed our servant, Seamus to take us home. The carriage ride silent, as always, but at least now I knew who he was disapproving at. I let out a condemning sigh before staring out the window.

Our small village was like how it always is; safe, mundane but homely. Ever since the Demons first attack hundreds of years ago, the villagers lived as if there was no wrong in the world. I guess they could thank my father and his troops for that.

I looked over to him. He and I shared no common features other than our dark as night hair. My father, Gavin Wilcox, had dark brown eyes, was tall and built well from training and fighting. His skin tanned from the hard-brutal days out in the sun. I, on the other hand, was as pale as the snow, even though I am almost out every day fighting alongside my father. I had curly and unforgiving black hair that was either never combed or seen a parlour. But it wasn't my hair or pale skin that made me stand out, it was my eyes. They were as striking grey. My best friend Jane would tell me that they would change colour based on my attitude. I told her to stop going to the village witch doctor.

Looking back at my father, it was as if we were polar opposites. It led me to believe that I must have taken after my mother, although I could never know considering that I never met her and my father would never speak a word about her. Expect for one drunk night, in which, he called me my mother's name. Azazel.

"Elyria, I will not bring you to my meetings any longer." His voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Father?" I asked not fully understanding what he was saying.

"That boy is not a good influence on you. Your training has started to fall short. And don't let me get started on your concentration." He began, his calculating grey eyes slide onto mine. I left frozen in place. My arguments or whatever crap I was thinking to pull frozen along with me.

He knew.

"Father." I started unsure of what I was to say. Maybe defend myself? But my father would shut me up before I could start but still, I had to try, "It's no-". A loud scream and a deep gurgle stopped me. Then silence and darkness took our carriage and the world around it. The only light was from the moon and stars shining through the window on my left.

"Elyria, take the sword out from underneath your seat and hand it to me." My father whispered.

I had practised this scene with him a million times before, but as I grabbed the sword my hands shook and my breath haggard.

"Quickly girl." My father's voice making me jump as I pulled out the sword and passed it to him. But as his fingertips grazed the end of the sword, my world went spinning upside down.

Everything happened so fast but as I looked into my father's eyes, everything slowed down. I shut my eyes as the carriage flipped. I tightly held onto the sword in my hands as I felt my body flung against the roof of the carriage. The sword cutting into my skin and the noise of my bones cracking, I looked over to my father who was also pressed to the ceiling next to me. Blood seeping from his forehead and dropping onto the ground that we once were sitting.

He looked at me in panic, his mouth opened to say something but the carriage door open. I started to scream as hands grabbed me and pulled me out of the carriage, a hand covered my mouth, silencing me.

Goosebumps covered my skin as the cold night attacked my once warm body. I looked to see who the owner of hands belonged to. Seamus. My body relaxed and I looked back towards my father and I almost believed that this was a dream.

He was smiling, his teeth covered in a substance that I knew to be blood. His cold eyes turned to a warm chocolate brown and his always frowning face, smiled. I was stuck watching him, not even noticing when Seamus started dragging me away from the trashed carriage or that I was grabbing the sword tighter.

Suddenly from the dark, I saw men approaching from the shadows, they were silently making their way to the carriage. The moon allowed me to notice that they had swords in their hands. I gasped behind Seamus's hand, the swords were made from brass swords. My mind started to run wild with thoughts, but I knew that brass swords only meant one thing. The one thing, that made my father throw away all my toys and teach me how to fight. The one thing that made me motherless. The one thing that my villagers try to forget about. Demons.

And now they were getting my last living family. And all I could do was let Seamus drag me, for I was stuck with fear. It swept into my veins. It swept into my blood and the only thing I could hear was the laughter of those demons as they attacked the carriage.