CeliaI raised the lantern up in my hand as I looked up at the restricted section. There were shelves upon shelves of books here too, but unlike the colorful ones in the ordinary shelves, these seemed to emanate an ominous aura.There were books as slim as a finger and some as broad as my entire back in here. And it was not just the sizes that varied. Some had engravings on them, weird symbols while others looked old as time itself.Some had no title at all, while some spines had too many letters jumbled up together. I let out a sigh upon looking at the shelves, wondering where to begin.‘Altar of shadows…where do I find you?’ I thought to myself and looked around to find a small ladder to climb up and reach the topmost shelf.Somehow, I believed that the prisoner’s words weren’t gibberish. And his death made me feel even more pressure to find out the truth, as I thought somebody was trying to hide the truth actively.He had been in the dungeon, forgotten and left to rot all these yea
CeliaThe cold hard floor was covered in blood, lots of blood. I saw red everywhere and it took my brain some time to register what the smell was.I rushed forward but almost slipped due to the blood spilled on the floor. The prisoner was hanging down limply from the chains holding his hands in the air.But I saw blood dripping from his wrists, flowing down his hands, and pooling down on the ground.The handcuffs around his wrist were shimmering in a bright blue hue and every time he twitched, the blood oozed out of his skin.I tried not to shriek again as I went near him and hesitated for a bit wondering how they were suddenly shining. The last time I met him the runes were dormant and had not shone like now.There was a bright blue light around him but the man looked very weak and exhausted.“What is happening?” I asked him but he did not answer.I craned my neck to get a better look at him as his dark matted hair had fallen on his face, blocking my view of him.He let out a breath
CeliaI remember using the chains to drag them through the entire floor and hitting the wall with them as hard as I could.And then I realized how tired and exhausted I was feeling. The place was not so dark or gloomy anymore due to the lantern and the gap I had squeezed through that was still there, allowing light to filter in.But this chamber was dark and ominous, not just literally but figuratively. It did make me feel as if the magic used to seal the prisoner inside this chamber was dark.I had many more questions about how he had been alive all this time and who put him here but that could be solved later.For now, I had to take him to the royal healer. Thus, I grabbed the chains again though it made me feel tired all over again.I slowly lifted the chains and tried hitting the wall but again, it barely scratched the bricks without doing much damage.This would not work, I had to get help. Frustration rose inside me. Why had that damn witch put this person behind such a secure w
CeliaI could not rush after Vasil even if I let Rain take control. And he had made his decision.With a sigh, I left the room and decided to look for the unknown prisoner. I still needed answers.But then I realized I had no idea where Jasper might have kept him. Was he in the infirmary or in a prison?The man, though injured and weak, was a prisoner, so I was not sure if he would be given a royal treatment.Worrying at my lips, I ran through the hallways, asking servants if they knew where Jasper was, and then drag him to wherever the prisoner was.I was running through the hallway when I heard his voice.“No, you are lying” He sounded angry. I looked behind and saw that it was his study.Wasting no time, I opened the doors to find a terrified Victor cowering under his gaze.“Victor!! What are you doing here?”Victor was seated in a chair, his hands tied and his face covered in sweat.“My lady! Please, help me!” He cried upon seeing me and I immediately rushed forward.“Jasper, what
CeliaWith my lips still looking puffed from all the kissing, I managed to drag Jasper to the infirmary where the prisoner was kept.It took me a bit of coaxing, but he finally told me the location of the prisoner because I teased that I would not say what he wanted to hear until I had found a way to break his curse.It was childish, I knew, but it worked somehow.I even felt a little guilty to lead him on like this, but desperate situations called for desperate measures.So, that is how I found myself in front of a bed on which a man was lying down. I looked at that man and then at Jasper.“Who is this?” I asked, and Jasper chuckled.“The same prisoner you found inside that secret chamber.”I furrowed my eyebrows. The man did not look anything like the prisoner I had seen. The prisoner had soot covered skin, matted hair and was gravely injured.But the one lying on the bed and covered with a thin sheet looked thoroughly clean. To be honest, this was the first time I got a good look
CeliaMatron did not answer me but turned to look at Jasper instead.“What is going on, prince? I was tending to your father when the guards asked me to come here hurriedly.”But before Jasper could answer, I said in a much confident tone than I hoped to use.“I think I can answer your questions if you answer mine, Matron Arwen.”I said and she finally was forced to look at me when Jasper stayed silent.“What is it that you want to ask?” She finally spoke to me. I gave a sideways glance to Jasper, warning him to stay silent.“Matron, I understand that you have been working relentlessly for the palace and the kingdom, looking after the king and raising the kids as your own.”She had a smug look on her face.“The entire kingdom knows that.”Grace threw me a worried look but I only nodded at her while I stepped forward and replied, “Yes, we do. However, there was something that has been bothering me. Perhaps, you could let me know the secret to your skincare routine.”“My what?” She blur
Celia “Mind your tongue, girl. You are crossing your limits.” I pointed at the prisoner behind me. “This man and the man in the dungeon who was thrown in the dark to rot forever. You simply got rid of people when they did not suit your purpose or threatened to reveal your true face to the others.” “No that is not true.” she turned to look at Jasper. “All these maids, they always hated me for being strict and now they are all plotting against me. Jasper, I raised you as my own flesh and blood. Do…do you think I would be doing anything like this?” She looked at him and I saw her face was red and that tears had begun to leak out of her eyes. She was taken aback, not by my accusations, but by Jasper’s silence. “Please, believe me. That girl is poisoning your mind. Y-your friend, Nymeria, she is the best match for you, for this kingdom. Don’t let the crown fall into the wrong hands.” Matron was pleading while I instructed the maids to button up their dresses. “You all can leave,” I
Celia My fingers drummed impatiently on the table, my voice dripping with frustration. "We have evidence, Arwen. Witnesses who've seen your true nature, who've seen you whip those maids and take from the royal coffers." Arwen's laughter, cold and sharp, cut through the air like a knife. "Witnesses can be coerced, or they can misinterpret things. Don't tell me you're blindly trusting those commoners' words." My eyes narrowed, my patience wearing thin. "I am one of the witness. I had seen you whip Grace and a few other maids long ago. But I knew that would not be enough to earn you any solid punishment. But this…what you did not just to all the maids but to Keltia as well…it shows how rotten you are. We've dug deep, and we've found the truth." Arwen leaned back, her eyes narrowing as well, her voice laced with venom. "And what truth have you found, investigator? That I conspired against Keltia out of some petty jealousy? That I whipped the maids for sport?" My tone was like steel, u