The Magical Door

“And then Arthur taught me the right techniques of fencing.”

Diana spoke while caressing the rose petals with her slender fingers. Her lips were curved in a small smile as she lived her beautiful childhood memories in her mind.

Confined in the King’s room like a prisoner, Diana had nothing to do so she befriended the birds, squirrels, and plants of the castle to spend her time. Her relationship with Zachary hadn’t improved a bit instead was turning bitter day by day. Zachary initially tried to talk to Diana but when she kept ignoring him, he also lost hope. He would get mad at her, and throw tantrums at her silence but Diana stood her ground. She knew that Zachary didn’t intend to make her cry but if she keeps condoning his mistakes every time, he would never realize his fault.

Suddenly her blue orbs noticed something strange. Streaks of black smoke were dancing in the air which when caught her attention, got accumulated into a small ball. Intrigued, Diana raised her hands and tried t