Though I was the only one present in the room, it wasn’t quiet. The supposed silence was continuously disturbed by the murmuring , coming from outside.
I was glad it wasn’t quiet, or else the silence would have suffocated me. I sat on the edge of my bed , wearing a black attire. Through the veil , I stared at my hands that were once compared to rose petals, now there was no resemblance to that.
Where did it all go wrong father? I always hated you but now......... My thoughts were disturbed by shuffling of foot steps , that came from outside.
The owner of those feet, hurriedly opened the door and forgot to close it. It was Anne , my maid. “Y your highness......huff.....you have to leave ......leave before he he comes”. She said while handing me clothes and other supplies.
She forced me to stand up, and firmly grabbed my shoulders. “There is still time, if you leave now you will be safe”. I always treated you harshly Anne......why were you giving me false hope? When we both knew the fate that awaited me was inevitable.
But part if me believed her. If I make it and find Xanto , I might be able to make it. Anne went to close the door. She had oddly gone silent. When I turned her way, a silver blade had smoothly pierced through her chest.
The knight swiftly pulled out the sword and stepped aside to make way for the real predator. Lifeless Anne fell on the floor. She looked peaceful as if she inly fell asleep.
“Erzilia! What is this! You weren’t thinking that you might be able to run away” I was a fool for believing Anne for even a mere second. With this monster alive, there was no hope.
He came forward and pulled out my wrist. All the things that Anne had handed me fell on the ground. “I made something for you ......wont you see it” his eyes that looked into mine , didn’t have a hint of sanity left in them. He pulled me across the hallway. The stares of the passerby’s, I shut myself up to avoid them.
The fascinating reflection of the painted glass was no longer vibrant. It reflected the dark sky.
My legs gave out and I fell. He didn’t give me a moment to collect myself. He dragged me by pulling my hair. I wasn’t even allowed to express my pain. He stopped when we reached the balcony. “Look! Look at this spectacular view!” What was he pointing at? When I looked at , what he called spectacular view, my whole body felt shudders.
A body was hanging from the highest flag post. Even though it was in bad shape, I could easily recognise who it belonged to. “How does the daughter feel looking at her father in this state!” He said while he was brimming with excitement. I couldn’t look at it. He forcefully grabbed my face and refused to let me be.
My father had just died due a natural death yesterday.......did he made them his dig his body out just so he could do this? “I brought out his hidden sins, the other nobles couldn’t bear the fact he died peacefully, so here he is now” liar.
Though I hated him, I knew one thing that what ever he accused him of was false. “Now what must the righteous emperor do to the traitors daughter?” I couldn’t take this any longer. I pulled my face out of his grip. “Liar! House of Viserion has never.......” he slapped me.
“Don’t say that disgusting name in front of me, well they have perished........only those who have awakened there powers can continue the linage and you!” He scoffed. It was obvious what he meant.
I was never able to awaken my powers and train as the family heir. All I did was follow this demon. “Well even if you.....no ones going to help you.....who would want woman that burned down the orphanages?” I never did such a thing. But when I looked up , I got my answer. He had formed my image in his own way.
No one was gonna believe me and even if someone did , he was going to kill them. “Don’t worry, I will keep you with me” he said it with a smile on his face. “Till death do us part.....”. He walked away. I couldn’t stay here or with him. No one knows what he was going to do to me.
From the corner of my eye , my father's body caught my attention. What was I thinking? I shouldn’t. Mother always told me not to give up life easily. But as I tried to cleanse my thoughts. Anne’s peaceful face popped up in my head.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
With energy left in me and I sat on the fence. I looked towards the ground below me. I was too high up, I shouldn’t do this. “Erzilia!” Was it terror or motivation? But I pushed myself to fall. As I fell a thrill in my heart......that had died ages ago. When my body met the ground, I could feel every bone present in my body break. I wanted to cry but the pain had overwhelmed me.
Soon the cold ground was covered with my vibrant scarlet blood. Admist all that pain, I felt comfort for last time. It was more comfortable then the bed I slept on. When I felt foot steps rushing towards me, I wanted to see who it was but my eyelids felt heavy.
As I closed my eyes, it was as if all the pain had vanished in thin air. Is this what death feels like father?
