Sorry for the horrible chapter last time. It was necessary.
ANNNYWAY.
Perhaps.
This.
Will.
Make.
Up.
For.
It.
Valarie
I'm marching, now, to a song that I once knew but is now long forgotten. It whispers in my ear, but no one else seems to notice, no one else seems to care.
They put me in the hands of a guard that looks like the one from before.
They all look the same to me.
They are all traitors.
They are all loyal to the King.
He wasn't dead when they took me, not yet.
I wonder if he will die soon, or if he will live.
If he lives, I will find a way to kill him again.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
I am mostly ignored as we march down the hallway, much to my discontent and annoyance. They clench my arms tighter than necessary, and the one on my left holds the knife.
How dare he steal it. I hope he accidentally stabs himself in the foot after dropping it, and then he bleeds out while all of his companions are forced to watch.
The hallway gets narrower and- if possible- damper. Torchlight becomes scarce. We are descending, I know, down into the depths of the castle. I've never been here before, but I hear it leads to the dungeons.
Hmm. That means they think me dangerous enough to need a real prison.
I must have done something right.
I stumble slightly when they shove me forward, hissing threats at them under my breath.
My dress is now ruined beyond repair. Not that I care about that.
"Where is the Princess to stay?" I hear one of my guards ask as we enter the hallway of metal bars. "Surely not..."
"It's the best place for her. Teach the girl a lesson."
I try to listen, to concentrate, but it is hard and the ice and blood on the walls distract me. Eventually, I stop hearing them entirely.
We jolt to a stop in front of one cell, where a girl with shiny dark hair and an angry, twisted face glares up at me.
It's not Eva.
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Mystery / Thriller(I'm kinda embarrassed by this work, but someone asked after it, and so I posted it again. Do not blame me for my younger self's bad grammar and nonexistent plot line. Thank you.) "I do not fight it as two hands-Eva's hands- grab my ankles, pulling...
