Keeper Of Souls

Chapter 1.8: No Attachments

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Clasterina sat up in bed, despite her lingering headache. She knew William meant well, she truly did. That didn’t stop her from wanting to pull farther and farther away from him. The closer she got the more trouble she seemed to find herself in. Katarina’s father was onto her, she was now all of a sudden seeing the future, and finding herself in places she never thought she’d venture in.

Not only was her a life a lie, but now she had to choose whether or not to live with it anyway, or find the whole truth. Who was this Alieavante woman? What did she want and what did she have to do with anything?

“I am waiting, Katarina,” William whispered.

Clast stared at him blankly before realizing he was talking to her. “Oh, I am sorry. There is nothing to explain. I was sleep walking into a horrible nightmare and I passed out.”

“You’re lying,” he said simply.

Clast narrowed her eyes at him, studying him closely. He looked stubborn. It didn’t seem like he was going to budge anytime soon. “What is there to lie about?” She squared her shoulders.

“Kat, I know what energy looks like and your body is flaming with it right now. How have you been able to hide your energy levels for so long? If you have energy, Kat, than that means—”

“That I’m from Dark Raganon?” she snapped.

“You knew all along and you didn’t tell me?” William stood up, his frame towering over her.

“I didn’t know, William, not until today.”

“Do I look stupid to you?”

“You’re acting pretty stupid.” Clast snorted. William turned away, clutching his hands in his hair. “Will, I didn’t know. I didn’t know, okay?”

“You’re a Princess, Kat. You’re soon to be a Queen. What will the world think when you’re from that blasted Dark Raganon place. That’s what they call it, you know.”

Clast knew what they called the bloody place. She wasn’t a Princess, no one was going to care when she returned home that she was from that dump. In fact, no one would even notice or care to notice she was. Maybe she’d get in with the little cult that used magic in alleys in private but that was just about it. But, as Katarina, this was abomination.

“It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault my father lied to me my whole life!” she yelled. This was true. Not only did Kat’s father lie, but so did her own. He never told her where she originated from, or did he not know too?

“Well, how long did you think it was going to last, hm? How long did you think your secret was going to go undiscovered?”

Clast narrowed her eyes. “There was no secret, William—I didn’t know who I was. My father isn’t the most trustworthy of men, and you of all people should know that. If he could help it, I bet he’d want to stay king.”

“The innocent card, flattering, thought you had more pride than to pull that one.” He snorted.

Anger boiled up inside of Clast and she clenched her hands into fists. “Look here you over pompous asshole with no respect for anyone or anything. I. Did. Not. Know. I. Had. This. Background. And I will punch you in your face if you claim I do, one more time.”

Will’s eyebrows shot up and a cocky smile stretched across his face. “You knew of your background, you’re just lying.”

Clast turned away with a huff and Will deflated, dropping his arms as if there was nothing more to worry about and that was Clast’s opening. She launched herself at him, throwing her fist back, making it collide with his perfect face. William stumbled back, clutching his nose in his hand, his eyes wide with anger.