✔️|Volturi (The Three Kings L.S) (COMPLETED)

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Sunlight poured through the window, the curtains parted neatly. The bright beams bounced off of mirrors and reflected off of the perfectly polished marbled floor. Tucked up in a bundle of unnecessary cushions and soft enveloping sheets, the brightness stung the lids of Attarahs eyes and warmer her flesh. Fluttering one eye open against the harsh bright light, she groaned and bundled further into the covers.

She had little desire to move, she was floating in a cloud of heaven and warmth, unwilling to allow her bare feet to hit the undoubtedly freezing marble flooring. And she had no reason to want to move. The Kings were gone, she stretched out like a feline, some cushions bouncing to the floor as she studied the ceiling.

Attarah presumed that she had not be left alone in the castle and it was certain that she would eventually be disturbed if she continued to sit in the king sized bed. She sighed and moved to stand, the bitter cold eating her toes as she expected, the warmth through the window unsuccessful in warming her surroundings.

Slowly, the brunette wondered to the desk in the corner of the room and studied the stationary and half completed letter on the top. It stated 'Charlie, 12th November 2018' on the unsealed envelope. Every fortnight without fail, Attarah had created a letter for her father, writing all that had occurred. She knew never to send them as they included information that would put him in violation of the Kings rules. However, every time she completed a letter she sealed it in a beautiful envelope with a wax Volturi seel and it would have vanished by the next day.

The first few times that her letters had vanished shocked her and she'd spent a time searching for them, believing that they may have been lost but as it continued she got used to the fact and began to believe more reasonable explanations. Perhaps the cleaners had taken them or even the Kings, they may have swiped them so that she could not disclose information to her father and endanger him. Though, despite the endless theories, she still held onto a hope in her heart that by some miracle... They had reached him.

She couldn't fathom the idea that he was alone and in pain, suffering as his daughter had left him to wither in old age alone as Bella created a new life for herself. She had no clue that another being in the castle recognised her anguish and had been delivering those letters with the correct address to the nearest postbox and allowing them to reach Charlie.... This being did this for Attarah, despite the fact that she risked her own death in doing so.

Somewhere in Forks Washington, Charlie had received two letters a month for every month of the year his daughter had been missing and he understood all that she was experiencing. He accepted all that he'd learnt and loved her dearly, hoping for the day that she'd return home to him. He knew she defied the three King's by sending them to him but he did not know how he'd have coped without them.

Attarah sat comfortably in the chair by the desk and stared at the two page letter explaining her recent adventures in Italy. But as she came to describe the current day, she found she had nothing to say and she doubted she would for the rest of the week. And so, she completed her letter by explaining this to him. She believed the letters were more of a diary but it helped her to believe that Charlie was the receiver. 'All my love, Atty.' it was signed and she finally closed the envelope with a sigh.

Knowing that she had done all of her tasks for the week she jumped eagerly back into the cocooning comfort of the bed. She truly had nothing to do and she decided not to allow the fact to display her and she closed her eyes once more still tired from the previous late night she had had.

All she could find herself doing was wishing that the week would fly by but unconsciously she knew it would be the longest of her life in Volturi so far.