"idk.yet"

Chapter 14

I hate the nobles.

I hate the courts.

I hate the castle.

I hate the kingdom.

I hate crown.

She can take it. I want her to take it. I want her to take the damn crown, I want her to take the damn kingdom, take the damn castle, take the damn courts and kill the blasted nobles. I'll hand it right over, I'll hand it all over. Sign the paper, throw a damn party. I don't want it.

I hear all of their thoughts, even when I manage to get a grip on them so that way it is only words above their heads their thoughts revolt me. They think about themselves and not the kingdom that is actually falling apart. How their money is going to leave them, how they won't be rich, how they won't be able to afford this fancy thing. They all blame it on the Ghost Queen.

The Ghost Queen who killed my father. The Ghost Queen that killed the duchess. The Ghost Queen that got away. The Ghost Queen that started the rebellions. The Ghost Queen that will be the end of us all.

Even in those sweet blissful moments where I find silence and seclusion, she's there. The Demon that haunts my mind, she wants me to kill her, she wants me to end her. I don't understand.

My charms are always at full force, they give me stuff that I don't want to know. Always working and looking for secrets for me to read. The stories of people are full and open to me, but that one book, the one book I want to read I can't.

I can't read her. I can't pick her book off the shelf and open up her mind like I can with everyone else. Her book is jammed shut and the summary on the back is written is some sort of language I can barely decipher.

It troubles me and that is the only reason I don't hand it all over to her.

Because I don't trust her.

I don't understand her, therefore, I don't trust her.

I decided to try and contact her. She hasn't slept since the last time I've contacted her, but maybe just maybe I can reach her. I go into my head and look for a book, her book. I grab it and focus on it. I imagine the words that would be in it, the stories it would tell. They are all jumbled and hard to decipher but I keep trying, I have to keep trying.

That's when I hear it, that's when I hear her.

The rest of my world dissolves and I know what this is. It's the world between minds. My mind trying to reach hers, but hers is fighting back. This is where it leaves us. An empty plane that neither of us can control.

I see grass for miles and mountains in the distance, and I wonder why here.

She jumps, startled at the new place. I think she knows because she turns around and glares at me. "I do not have the time for this right now."

She stomps up to me and points a finger at my chest. "I am having a really bad day and I do not need to deal with you."

Her heterochromatic eyes were full-fledged glaring at me and I could see why she was named the Ghost Queen. The way she carries her self, the way she speaks. It's the way a queen should speak, words pronounced clearly, confidence laced within them. I should know, this was what I was raised to do.

I remove her finger from my chest. "Well hello to you too."

"Ughh!" She throws her hands in the air in frustration. "Send me back!" Now, this isn't a queen, this is a child. When I don't move she stomps her foot. "I said send me back, you son of a-"