❝𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐦❞ (time devours all things)
In which a silver soul is cursed with the burden of five deaths, the power of five shards encasing her very being. In which she meets her star-crossed lover who, unbeknownst to her, has be...
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ᴇᴘɪʀᴜs, ʀʏᴠᴇɴɴᴅᴇʟ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴄᴇ ɢʀᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʟʟ
━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐈𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐗𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 ━━━━━━━━━━━
STANDING ROOTED TO the ground, I had initially thought that my ears were playing tricks on me. Faces with disbelief, horror, and fear were etched onto the expressions of those who turned to look at me.
"Cease her!" I recognized that voice to belong to King Damien, himself.
A blurred figure from the corner of my eye exited the grand hall.
What the fuck?
Four guards charged at me while another two attended to the princess, but before they could get anywhere near, Dakota was already standing in front of me, his body blocking my view of the royal guards.
"I suggest you move aside, Prince Dakota." The king seethed.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible, your majesty." Dakota stated.
A blaming index finger was pointed at me. "She poisoned my daughter! Your soon-to-be consort was harmed by her own lady-in-waiting!"
"She should have a chance to tell her side of the story, shouldn't she? Besides, you mentioned it yourself. The princess's own assistant and friend wouldn't poison her. How long has she been working for all of you?" Dakota defended lividly.
Howling in laughter, King Damien's expression quickly morphed into one of fury. "You saw the girl give my daughter the drink. You saw the girl bring back the drink from the table. You saw my daughter consume the same drink that wretchedgirl handed over to her!"
Something about what he said became the spark that was enough to light the burning fire within me. At the same time, I spotted a familiar looking face smirking at me from the balcony on the second level.
It was none other than Mr Rykov.
That Russian bastard.
My hand shot out, a burst of bright light erupted from my palms and striked Rykov, or so I thought. Once the smoke from the explosion cleared, I clenched my palms when I saw that he had already disappeared.
Pushing past the crowd of people, I ran as fast as I could out the doors of the hall before speeding out the castle, echoes of, "Go after her!" and "Capture her!" only feeding the rush of my adrenaline, giving me the extra boost to push myself.
