The End

Chapter 5 Krystal

 It's been six days since Lydia died, and I haven't left my room since. Avery has tried to get me out of my chambers for Royal meeting's but it doesn't matter. I might as well be a Bastard child, no one will listen to the treasonous dead girls ex. I push my thick, warm covers off of me and stand up, my legs almost give out from underneath me. I grab my headboard to steady myself. My heart is empty, my stomach is empty from retching when I cry. And my bladder is gonna be empty if I don't make it to the washrooms. I dash towards my door only for it to be opened before me.

"Oh, hello," the voice says.

"Go away, Atticus, I'm not in the mood," I say with no emotion, except annoyance.

"I am not here to bother you, your highness, only to escort you to your Father, like I was asked to do," Atticus says straight faced, not meeting my eyes. He holds out his arm for me, I hesitantly take it in my own.

"Do you know why my father has summoned me?" I ask, even though I know.

"No, my lady, he simply asked for your presence, and asked if I could be the one to take you down to the main hall," he said, flashing me a brilliantly white smile. My heart flutters.

" I do not need an escort to go to the Great Hall-"

"Yes, I know. Your father needs us to at least be aquintated before the wedding... He asked who would bring you down here and I volunteered," he adds quitely.

"Oh, so I could've had my beloved sister, or brother take me down. But no, I must have the guy who is taking away my freedom," I slip my arm out of his grasp and turn back around to my resting chamber.

"Don't you turn away from me," his deep voice says angrily, as he grabs a handful of my hair. I let out a yelp.

"Shh," he says putting a finger over his mouth. "Don't want to wake the maidens." He spins me back around and grabs my hand with force I have never felt from a man, or person.

Atticus leads me towards the Great Hall, then suddenly takes a left. My body tenses at the change in atmosphere.

"Atticus, where are you leading me?" I ask, frightened.

"We are taking a short cut, my lady," he reassures me.

"We were two rights and a left away from the Great Hall. It doesn't-"

"Shut up will you, damn females," he sneers. That makes my alarms go off, I try to pull away from him, but he is too strong. I can feel his arm muscles flex when he flings me over his shoulders. I try to scream but I can't, the one time my voice leaves is when I need it most. I stop fighting, it is no use. My strength seems to be leaving me and entering him.

His lonely footsteps echo down the long hallway, I don't recognizes the walls. Is that wood? We have no walls made out of wood in the Castle? We suddenly come to a stop as he opens up a door. He walks him and drops me on the cold hard ground. I hear chains rattle.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I'm shaking from the coldness and what is to come. My Punishment and this?

"No worries, Princess, you will be fine. Just sit there and look as pretty as the moon and stars," he said to me, flashing the that brilliant white smile. My heart doesn't flutter this time.

He practically skips over to me. I watch him with careful eyes, he bends close to me and starts to reach for my hands, I yank them away. He forces hiself onto me, locking my wrist into a cuff. I reach to pry it off, not caring if I break my hand in the process. He cuffs my ankles as well. I want to scream, but yet, I have no voice to do so. My arm gets ripped off of the cuff attached to my left wrist and he puts my right wrist into the right one. I am here, helpless. In the same night gown I have worn for every punishment, this will be added to them. All I can do is cry, feel my salty tears run down my face as Atticus Fairingway, my betrothed, has his way with me.