My Snowy Snowy Wolf

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My Snowy Snowy Wolf

Chapter 7

Sophia's P.O.V

This morning can only be described in two words - hectic and depressing. The Queen was pronounced dead five days ago, as she was supposed to have died from a fatal coughing fit. It had seemed that the Queen had been suffering from the rare and fatal disease since many centuries ago, or more specifically ever since she had been rescued from the Werewolves.

Doctors and advisers said that there were no found cures for the disease, which basically caused the victim to cough blood non-stop as a deadly virus had entered their veins, and it would start to slowly spread throughout the victim's body. The Queen was considered lucky as she lived a much longer time than most other patients did.

They all say her death was natural, from a disease, but I knew the truth. The dark force had indirectly killed her as punishment for telling me the truth.

It was like she was at an edge of a Cliff, barely able to hold on to save herself, and all it takes if for someone  to lightly pushed her, making no effort at all, and she falls to her death.

I sighed as I shook my head slightly. Why was this world so cruel?

The people of the Vampire kingdom were devastated of their selfless and beloved Queen's death, but I would say that the King and Prince took it the hardest. For the past five days, the King had been in a frightfully moody and mourning mood, and would shut everyone out and if anyone dared offend him even by a little, punishments were imposed.

The once understanding and forgiving King had turned into a cold and merciless in just overnight, by the cause of his darling soul mate's death.

Blake, on the other hand, was not to be found in the castle when he heard about his dearest mother's death. It had been rumored that he had been spotted roaming aimlessly in the dark forests, mourning for his mother's death. No one, however, tried to stop him and bring him back to the castle as they know if they did, the Prince in his not very stable state, will sure to put up a big fight.

The Queen's funeral was today, and Blake was still not to be found anywhere. I knew he would come, but I had no idea when. My eyes were red and puffy from crying the past few days. I had really missed the Queen, even though I know her pure soul was still guiding me.

I missed her presence, her light heartiness, the soft and smile she always gave. Though I had only met her a few days ago , I knew she was a good woman, one who did not deserve the death she was given.

She was still in my mind though, always whispering soft words of encouragement and telling me not to cry over her death. She reassured me that it was her time to go, the fate of life and death has never been fair to anybody anyway.

I slipped on a black plain dress with slightly puffed up sleeves which had a peter pan collar and wore black flats. I carefully combed through my badly knotted hair, as I had neglected my hair though the time I had been mourning. I did not bother at all with any make up, even though my dark under eye circles formed from sleepless nights were clearly visible.

Looking good will not bring the Queen back.

I sighed for the hundredth time that morning, as I grabbed my black small purse and walk down the now lifeless and dull hall ways of the castle. There used to be many servants buzzing about happily through this hallway, but now everyone was mourning for the loss of their Queen and not in a happy mood in any way.

I looked at my feet sadly while I was walking, as memories of both the Queen and my parents raced through my mind. I had been beginning to miss them until it hurt. Why wasn't my parents looking for me? Did they not care for me anymore?