Running From The Destiny.

Chapter 16

Cress sat on her bed, her thoughts screaming at her. Her head hurt and the constant tirade of thoughts only made her agony worse. The sun had settled down but she hadn't paid any heed to it.  

The look on Taemia's face, the horror in her eyes flashed before her and her stomach knotted itself together at the memory. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to let go of the image with the breath she released.

Her fists were tightened and her knuckles had turned white, her face remained ashen and only guilt reflected in her blue-green eyes. 

Zagan had tried to murder her. Zagan had tried to have her dead. In return, she had killed him. An eye for an eye.

'Doesn't that make the whole world blind?' A quiet voice of reason spoke in her mind and her body flooded with guilt. 

Her world was in turmoil so she reached for something to provide her comfort. Her fingers reached inside the pocket of her kaftan, grabbing her silver dagger. 

She pulled it out and glanced at it, the surface shone brightly, reflecting her pale face, slightly oily brown locks and her eyes. Cress couldn't help but flinch at the sight of her.

What had happened to her? Why had she turned the way she had? 

Cress yearned for someone to comfort her but as she glanced at the door she knew no one was coming. She placed the dagger back in her kaftan and made her way towards the table beside the bed.

A glass stood beside a tall steel jug filled with water. She raised it and tipped it to pour water into the glass. The clear liquid almost seemed like glass as it poured from the opaque jug to the transparent glass in a stream, like a frozen bridge between them. Her fingers trembled to cause the bridge to break and the water to fall on the table.

For a second, Cress looked around for a cloth to clean the table then she realised the change in her surroundings. She was not in Vilehelm anymore, there were people to do this work for her. It was a change she couldn't decide to be positive or negative. Having someone clean up after her and provide her with all the delicacies in the world was welcome but it had also resulted in making her incompetent. 

In Vilehelm, after weeks of unhealthy food and slightly unhygienic living quarters, Cress had taught herself to cook and clean up after herself. She now possessed the talent of cooking food without burning it, she could never be nearly as good as Felix but her cooking skills was a talent that had taken effort. 

She took a sip of water from the glass, quenching her thirst and enjoying the feeling of cool water flowing down her throat. Her eyes moved to rest on the spilt water and she sighed. 

With the glass of water still in her hand, Cress made her way to the door of her room and opened coming face to face with a girl not much older than she was. She was dressed in servants attire and her cheeks were red, the servant was breathing heavily as if she had been running for a while. 

"I spilt some water on my desk, would you have it cleaned?" Cress said in a tone that made it seem more like an order than a request and turned to go back to her bed.

Before she could move back into her room, the servant spoke. "My lady, I have news about your father."

Cress froze. Her body refused to move as the servant spoke. Her mind remained blank as she heard the words, only her heart seemed to come alive as it throbbed against her chest. Every beat seemed to ring around the room although she seemed to be the only one hearing it. Her brain could not process the words and when she tried to speak no words came to her mind.

The servant stopped speaking and instead looked at her with a sympathetic expression. Cress continued to stare at her, her eyes staring at the girl in front of her but her mind seemed not to realise it.