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Margot

Author: Elle Zimmermann
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-28 23:55:42

Cassia’s bald head gleamed in the lantern light, her hands moving with a precision that made everything else in the room seem clumsy and loud. From my vantage point I could see the majority of her movements, but I was lost in the reasoning. Ivan didn’t look good, in fact I was sure I was watching him slowly die in front of me. Yet, Cassia was removing the tube that was draining out of him and she sewed him up. When she was done, she washed her hands.

Next to me, Eira mumbled in pain, tightening the cloth that was pressed against the stub of her arm. My stomach rolled, but I extended a hand to her to comfort the centuries old woman. Her lips exposed her teeth and for the first time I wasn’t scared. I was surrounded by strong women. At any moment a rogue could find us, but I knew that I wasn’t alone. My gut burned. I would survive this.

I reassured Eira, adjusting her pillows from my position and urged her to close her eyes. She was weak but would live. One less hand but that was no
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  • The Crimson Accord   Nathaniel

    When sleep finally claimed me, I didn’t have peaceful dreams. I hadn’t slept in so long that my body seemed to rebel against the bed itself. I tossed and turned all night, waking up to hold my wife who herself wasn’t getting rest. I had watched Margot drift off between her sobs around three in the morning and followed her shortly after. I hadn’t wanted her to see her dad like that but it was necessary for her to actually grieve. It was apparent that she needed to see him, but I still hated watching her crumble. In my human life, I had seen so much death. It was common for disease and skirmishes to bring death back then. Here in this safe modern world, it seemed bizarre. I was supposed to keep her safe and so far I had failed. When I woke up to the sun a few hours after falling asleep, my body ached with every move. My head throbbed in the light. A blood bag and shower only dimmed the pain that I attempted to ignore to get through the rest of the day. I didn’t want to wake my wife.

  • The Crimson Accord   Margot

    Nathaniel carried me like a child as if my feet couldn’t touch the ground. I was cocooned in the blanket from the bed, the warmth was nothing compared to the chill that I felt when we stepped outside. It wasn’t pouring anymore, but the drizzle of rain touched every surface outside. Nathaniel kept asking me if I was sure that I wanted to do this. But I needed to see my father. Inside me, I knew that I wouldn’t truly believe he was gone till I saw his body. Nathaniel had said they put together a makeshift morgue, a tent is what he called it. But really it was a building that didn’t look sturdy. Guards and Elite humans spilled out of the building as we neared it. I didn’t know if this was out of courtesy or timing, but I was thankful. The less people that saw me breakdown, the better. Nathaniel set me on my feet when we entered the room. It was cold here, colder than outside. A loud hum from the back of the room told me that it was refrigerated. My gut burned when I realized that was

  • The Crimson Accord   Nathaniel

    My reflection in the mirror doesn’t resemble my title. Instead of a strong king, I see a weak, tired man. My green eyes are rimmed in red and bloodshot. My physical wounds are healed, but the internal struggle I faced reminded me of something feral I once was. My skin looked taunt, like it was pulled too tight over my bones. The shadow of hair that grew on my face was fresh and longer than I usually let it grow. It didn’t match my dirty blonde hair that was still tinted red with blood. I was a mess. I had spent all my time since Julian’s rescue catering to others, cleaning up, and organizing our rebuilding of Tencrest and it showed in my reflection. The hot water that greeted me in the shower burned my skin. I relished in the heat as if it could burn away the memories of death. I have lived for hundreds of years,but the blood from last night would haunt me forever. It was on everything. Every memory of Tencrest had been marred by the death of my people. It wasn’t just about rebuildi

  • The Crimson Accord   Margot

    It’s only been 20 hours since the attack but it feels like weeks. Time has lost all meaning and shape. I can’t remember everything that happened last night, but I kept getting flashes of running if I closed my eyes and the quick hits of pain of stepping on glass. I focused on the book in my hands, trying to make sense of the words I was reading but I was lost in my own head. Abigail and I sat in a comfortable silence. A few floors down, Nathaniel and the Court were having a meeting. From what I gathered, the other Court members had been attacked by Lucien, but his henchmen had done the majority of the damage on the manor. I wondered if they were all shocked or happy he was dead. The evil that resided in him was unlike anything I had seen. I was grateful I hadn’t actually seen it though. He had spared me that, making the rogues dump me in the dark basement to cry alone. Nathaniel was the one who got the full villain speech. I shuddered at the thought. There’s a knock at my door and

  • The Crimson Accord   Nathaniel

    The silence of the Court chamber is suffocating. Tension spreads between the others sitting across from me. The table seems larger today, like the distance between us is wider than ever before. I don’t know how much the others know, but they will want to hear my side of things. I have to justify killing Lucien. I let out a deep breath and focused a bit too hard on my watch. The hands don’t move. There’s a large crack down the middle that splinters into tiny fissures on the glass. At some point last night it was broken. Just another example of the damage large and small Lucien caused. Eira coughs and I glance at her, realizing how much healthier she looks. Her stub is bandaged and she rests it against the table. Sasha looks unhappy per usual, his suit doesn’t have a wrinkle on it, as if he hasn’t been working all day. Julian sits next to me, obviously uncomfortable. An invite to our table was unprecedented. But he needed to be officially absolved of his crime. He earned his seat here

  • The Crimson Accord   Margot

    Soft voices bring me out of my slumber. The light on our nightstand is soft, casting shadows around me that I can’t quite make out in my hazy state. I feel like I was hit by a truck. Whatever bruises I had must have set in during my sleep. I tried to move toward the sound, but instead I was greeted with a wave of pain. Hunger hit me in my stomach, reminding me I had barely eaten lately.Outside it was pitch black. I had no idea what time it was but the voices were feminine which told me Nathaniel must not be here. Fear struck me for a split second before I remembered that he said Abigail was going to watch over me. It seemed silly when he told me, but now I was grateful to not be alone. She wasn’t in the room, but her voice made me feel safe. Considering my entire immediate family was wiped out in the past year, except for my cousins, she was the only sister I had left. I had grown to appreciate her spark and kindness. Even now as she whispered, her soft sigh hinted at her tirednes

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