Silent king

chapter 1: the bride's arrival

Note: not edited, sorry for not posting earlier

It wasn't a particularly luminous day. Good, it set the mood of the possible beheading of Anna Collins. the carriage rattled on the cobbled path as Anna stared at golden leaves. This may be the last time she will ever see the autum trees again.

The sky seemed to darken. The trees where now sticks in the dirt. The temperature seemed to drop. The castle was near.

Adjusting her posture, she pulled her veil over her face and rubbed any wrinkles in her pearly dress. She closed her eyes hoping a quick prayer will justify her safety. The carriage came to a stop.

She reopened her eyes. Her breath hitched. She her heart quickened of fright. Heads were displayed As a warning above the gate. She thought to herself that she'll soon join them. The king stood emotionless outside the spiked gate. Anna was stay in the carriage until

She was on the verge of tears when the carriage door clicked open. She held the arm that carried her out of the carriage. With her veil protecting her identity, it was as if her was submerged a thin layer of ice as if she was a doll

"Lady Sinclair it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance" king Julian sneered. Her name was Anna Colins. No lady. Only a fake bride and a maid. With only seconds being with this man it only just clicked. Why doesn't this man have a melody?The song within his soul.

Anna shivered not from cold, obviously, both confusion and fear.
"The pleasure is mine"
What would be his melody, why doesn't he have one? These questions swirled in her head in circles as they approached the castle. She was snapped out of thought when her gentle hold on the King's arm was stripped away.

"Take her to her room" he said huskily. This amber eyes gleamed in the darkness of the hall way as his long black hair faced Anna. She was stunned never in her 24 years has she ever met a silent, soulless man.

But something wasn't right about lady Sinclair to julien, she was a lot taller than when he last saw her, a bit less petiet from the night he asked for her hand in marriages to her father. He of course hasn't spoke to the lady.

You see Anna was born with a gift, but also a curse. She can here the song of the souls, play any instrument. But a curse to read the minds and thoughts of anyone. Each note is a letter that has its own story.

The maid smiles motherly. She song of a simple flute of kindness. The lady's face was creased with memories of joy.

"At your service, my lady" she kneeled. Anna couldn't feel more comfortable in her presence.

She was led through the dimly lit hallway. The walls seemed to be patterned as a map. Anna couldn't help trancing her fingers along the was as if her fingers were a boat. Still admiring the door the maid stopped and turned to the side facing a large oak door almost robotically. She pushed the door open, Anna walked in amazement. A light breeze washed over her slightly pushing her veil. A breeze that came from the doors that led to the ocean Anna did not see before. The moment Anna turned around to thank the maid, she has already vanished.

There she was alone in a room awaiting her death or her happily ever after as a queen.

Her mind kept replaying the soulless man and her future murderer or husband. Her fingers twitched, having the urge to play an instrument. If anything music ,to her, was her only escape.

She left the room. Only use ing her senses to find an instrument. She sensed, a piano, only down the hall.

Her shoes echoed throughout the hall as she hummed the on going melody in her head.

Pushing the doors open with caution, Anna tried to minimise the sound of the squeaky hinges. The room was large. Layers of dust coated shelves and faded furniture-this did not captivate her eyes it was the piano directly in the middle of the room. It was grand; all shiny, painted black. The afternoon light shimmered between the blinds as if it was a full moon on a starry night; bright, beautiful, and breath-taking.

She sat down on the stool Adjusting it the right height. Her hands resting on the notes, she took a deep breath.

Her fingers danced across the notes. The music filled the air without effort like a wave filling the holes in beach sand. It flowed through her veins, swirled in her mind like adrenaline. It was beautiful; she felt as if it was only her and the piano. No walls, no... nothing.

There are times when it felt as if the music was teaching her mind how to flow, how to be so peaceful. It's as if the slowly changing tone touches different parts, a sort of auditory massage for her mind. Her hands satisfied they began to melt- she paused, hearing footsteps.

Oh no

" I didn't know you can play Sinclair" a voice said behind her

she knew that voice, she knows that soul. King Julian.

She just sat frozen.

"But what I do know is that your name is not Sinclair. Who are you?"

How did he know? He hasn't met lady Sinclair, how could he possibly know.

Anna sat straight lifting her veil and faced king Julian.

" my name is Anna Collins, bastard of viscount Sinclair."

"So it is true they have sent me a fake" he said having a tight grip on Anna chin.

Anna didn't have the hair of her half sister Amy. Anna's was a much darker blond, and didn't have the blue eyes of her father but the brown ones of her mother.

"Tell me, what is a bastard like you learn to play piano" he said tightening the grip of her chin. Tears were on the verge to pour.

" I don't know, I-I just know how to play" she said a a single tear rolled down the side of her cheeks. They were crystals.

Crystals? is she an an... he let go of her chin as her tears burned his skin and grinned.

This will be fun.