Love comes in many forms.
Speaking about it, imagining it, and melting at the mere prospect of it can leave you giddy with its richness.
But defining it, expressing or experiencing it - that's a different game.
Elijah - the heir to the throne of...
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A small strike of gaping silence, and then everyone screamed.
I spun around, away from the hanging corpse, and faced the side where the living form of chaos relentlessly broke out.
I tore myself away from the guests and thunderously marched towards the group of dancers; fury filling the thick tube of my veins.
Where is she?
The dancers shrieked as I rapidly approached them, pushing through their crowd to grab the murderer's arms.
I didn't find it.
"Get out of my way!"
The females scattered, almost falling to the floors as I checked every face and neck to see if it was the one I was looking to crack and kill.
Before I knew it, I was stuck; surrounded by a massive crowd gobbled by fear and tension, and their bodies had reflexively come closer together to form tight circles around me. It almost suffocated me, making it unable for me to see anything much outside their formation.
I heard Rhea cry out.
I jumped up, propelling myself through the scared guests and constantly looked from side to side to spot the dancer's face.
When I made it out, the scene I met depressed itself into slow motion.
Rhea's mother was coughing out bloodthrough her nose and mouth; losing control of her own movements, and her vehement howls of pain sent out a toxic wave - catching onto everyone else.
Guards came running towards her, half of them ordered to get the healers immediately while the other half evenly tried to get her to a safe space before procceding to remove the dead body from the chandelier.
Within the next few seconds, the true disaster stormed in.
I fisted my palms and roared violently, racing towards my father.
My father, who had a knife looming over his neck, taunting out droplets of blood from his exposed collarbone.
She was holding it.
I grabbed the handle of the knife, desperately letting my fingers scrape over the bolster as I swung it away from his neck.
I looked up to see the dancer who had instantly removed her hands from him.
I pushed him to the side and leapt to grab the dancer's head, curling my fingers around her neck, as I held her against me in a tight lock.
Her head was beneath mine, sharp blue eyes cunningly staring at me.
"Guards! Bring me the dungeon ropes at once!" In moments, three guards removed themselves from the protective ring that had formed around my father, and strode towards me.
