CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Darkness will prevail. Holy Gods. Fayre had to put a hand to her chest, as if to check her heart were still beating. Her kingdom was being covered by Darkness and her father wanted to keep that from her. Keep the impending doom of her people from their Princess- their future ruler.
Her entire body had gone cold, her hands a shaking mess.
The Halo was all that could save them now. And it was lost. Lost.
To never be found again.
Oh God. She was going to really throw up this time. throwing a hand over her mouth, the Princess sprinted down the expansive hallways, trying so hard to make it to her chambers before the contents of her stomach made a reappearance. She passed the Guards returning- within the hour as she had said- they gave her puzzling looks; but let her run past them regardless. No questions asked.
She didn't make it to her rooms.
The Princess could feel the bile rising in her throat, not wanting to explode all over the clean, white floors- she grabbed the nearest pot plant and unloaded her stomach into it.
The copious amounts of white in the corridor made Fayre want to hurl once more. Refraining from doing so, she leaned on the white walls, sitting on the floor.
The whiteness nearly blinding her, she observed her surrounding as her stomach settled. She had broken a sweat and needed to calm down or she would fall over if she tried to stand up. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the damn base of the plant was white. It was sterile and clean. Bright and headache inducing.
But it was home.
And it would all be gone soon.
Unless.
Unless she could do something about it.
She could stop the Darkness. The Princess knew she could. She had to try at the very least. She couldn't...no. She wouldn't let her kingdom fall, least of all to the Darkness of the Demon kingdom and their tyrannical and overlording King; and his arrogant, vindictive, son of a bitch grandson.
She could still distinctively see his smirk as he vowed that he would destroy her kingdom and all she loved dear. Well, it looked like he would get his wish.
Not if she could help it. Underneath the sickness that still plagued her, the Princess felt a slight tug at her soul. A tug in the direction of her people, of her kingdom, and of her destiny. She couldn't help but feel like she was meant to overhear the conversation, that she was meant for something greater than sitting on her backside, waiting for the Darkness to embrace her kingdom in its dark arms.
She would not sit idly by and allow her people to suffer... allow the entire continent to suffer. Not when she could have done something, or at the very least tried.
Knowing what she had to do; Fayre stood from her foetal position on the floor. Pulling at a thread deep inside her.
Praying.
Hoping.
Pleading with it to answer her. To do as she wished. Just this once.
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Fantasía"She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon seeking peace." No truer lyrics have ever been sung... ********* White. White walls. White floors and ceilings. Pristine, crisp suits and long, pin straight hair. Everywhere Fayre looked, it was like...
