The Rightful Ruler Of Victubia- a Krinx Fanfiction

Chapter 12

Minx's POV

I gave a last glance to Cry as we left my room. Curled up on the couch, he  looked so peacefull. I had allways creditited him for his powerfull abilities but to me he was my best friend. He had some pretty tough times growing up, and so did I, but we had pulled through them, as we must, as everyone must, or else you just crumble. I know that too well.

Come on Minx, stop dwelling on the past, for God's sake, you've just got a girlfriend!

"You ok Bebeh?" Krism asks,

"Yeah, fine." I smile, and we enter the drawing room.

Sir Mark, the head of security, and Lord Pewd's, Lord of Duckworth, were having an argument, and it seemed serious.

Lord Ken, top journalist, was sat in a corner, head in his hands. He usually got a little stressed whenever there was an argument.

Krism stared up at me, eyes deep witb concern,

"Do you know what's going on?" she mouth's.

I shake my head.

What is going on?

Pewd's is tugging at his hair,

"We are in the middle of catastrophie, I have been woken up literally twenty minuets ago, and what are we doing-

waiting, just waiting!"

"The Queen will take all the time she needs, she's had a rough day, as i assure you, everyone has, and will have" Mark says, trying to sound calm.

"Rough Day, pha" Pewds utters, under his breath.

"That is enough, Lorf Felix Arvid Ulf Kejllburg!" I command.

Queen mode activated, I joke to myself.

"Queen Minx" Pewds says, startled.

"Sit down and tell me what the hell is going on!" I demand.

I can see Krism thinking about my changed attitude, i dont really enjoy it when i have to forfill my role as Queen. But it needs to be done.

Pewds sits in a close by armchair as we walk towards the center floor. Mark steps back.

"Who, Who' th-" Pewd's stutters.

"This," I say "Is Lady Krism."

Pewds looks at me as if to ask

Are you two..

I knod.

"Congradulations" Says Ken, stood up, arms outstreached.

"Thank you" Krism utters, sounding a little shy.

"Krism; this is Lord Pewds, Lord Ken and Sir Mark." I gesture to each in turn.

"Nice to make your aquantince," Mark bows.

"So, seriousley, what the fuck is going on?" I demand, for the second time.

"It is Lord Khanage, he has.." Pewds breaks off.

"What about Lord Khanage, I thought he was dead?" I ask, confused.

"He has returned " Ken finishes.

I slump back into my chair, hands covering my face.

How? Why? But he was? What?

Each of a million thoughts break off into the current emptiness of my mind. I start to weep into my arms.

"Who's Lord Khanage?" I barley hear Krism ask, her voice covered with concern.

Krism clings onto my arm, fingertips bueried into my skin.

"He's.... He's" I can't finish.

"He is my Brother. Better known as The Mad Cry." I am suprised to hear Cry finish.