Erin's chest constricted and tightened her heart until it began to ache. Her chest heaved when she laid her eyes on Lola's body, which lay motionless and submerged in the water, while her red dress floated on the surface. "What did you do?" Erin's voice shook as she darted into the bathroom and dropped to a crouch beside the filled bathtub. Her hands trembled as she plunged them into the cold liquid, desperately pulling Lola's head out. Erin wrapped her arms around Lola's pale shoulders, crying, "Wake up," as she gently tapped her cheeks.Lola's eyes remained closed, and her chapped lips were slightly open. Erin was devasted, but there was still hope since Lola wasn't turning blue yet. In a panic, Erin screamed, "Help!" dragging Lola's body out of the tub. Erin winced when Lola's limp feet hit the tiles with a light thud. "Help!" A shrill sound flew out of her lips as she pulled Lola's body out of the bathroom. Managing to place Lola on the bed, she placed both her palms on Lo
Duncan Mirthorn "But she is the only family," Hildergard croaked, desperately glancing at the king with glossy eyes."That is the only way out," Felicia said, gathering what she had used to consult the goddess. "No," Hildergard panicked, breathing heavily as she snapped her gaze to meet that of Duncan. Duncan's heart twitched, and he looked at his father, hoping he wouldn't agree to eliminate Hildergard's sister. "I think we should kill her before she kills the entire kingdom," one of the elders suggested, and two more agreed, nodding their heads. "No, please," Hildergard croaked, crawling toward her sister, placing her hand on her feet. "She is the only family I have." Her sister struggled, growling at Hildergard for touching her. The rope tightened around her body, burning her skin. She screamed, almost rendering the occupants of the hall deaf. The king hummed, stroking his chin as if deep in thoughts. "We can not have her around, endangering the innocent people of this land
Duncan's heart leapt into his throat when he manoeuvred his way around the trees and sighted a girl in a red Cape sitting on the floor with her fingers clutched around her ankle. Fresh blood oozed out of the wound, which still had an arrow sticking out of it. "Me and my big mouth," she said with a soft voice as she covered her mouth with her palm, glancing furtively around the woods. It was difficult to get her facial features because the oversized hood of her cape covered her face.His heart twitched, and he pressed his back against a tree, becoming visible once again before he stepped out from behind the tree, but the girl still appeared to be oblivious of his presence. "Hello, are you alright?" He started, inching closer to her as remorse washed over him. "Do not come any closer," she rasped, fear oozing out of her skin, and she tried to stand on her wounded foot. "I am here to help," he said, and then proceeded to add, "I promise." He got closer to her, but his nose itched w
Erin GrendelErin stuck long silver earrings through the pierced holes of her ears, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She applied some brown powder and adorned her lips with a colourless lip gloss."How do I look?" Erin asked, spinning to meet Lola's gaze. A small smile graced Lola's lips, and she hummed before saying, "Like a princess." "Of course, I am one," Erin chuckled, and Lola followed suit. "You look stunning, and these earrings bring out the silver in those beautiful icy blue eyes you possess," Lola complimented, unable to hide her admiration for her sister. "I wish I looked like you." "Oh, come on," Erin ambled her way to Lola's bed, lowering herself on the soft mattress, saying, " You do look like me. I mean, we are sisters, and you even look better than I do." Lola creased her brows into a frown, shaking her head in protest, "You are a slimy liar." "No, I am not." Erin's voice went a notch higher than it was meant to. "Your beauty is out of this universe. Look a
Erin's rushed steps reduced to sauntering when she approached some maids, and a train of, "Good evening, my lady," followed each other, which she responded with a small smile. Once she was away from them, she increased her pace, taking the right turn that led to the twin staircase. Various paintings of generations of kings hung on the wall. An empty spot beside her father's painting caught her attention, and she stood in front of it, reaching a hand to feel the smoothness of the wall which was coated in navy blue paint. Someday, when she is crowned as Queen, her painting would be occupy that space. Her heart was constricted in her chest, and her breath caught up in her throat when she thought about all the responsibilities that came with ascending the throne as Queen. Her stomach churned, and she recoiled, pulling her hand back and holding it to her chest. "Why does it feel like the weight of the world will be on my shoulders when I turn Queen?" Erin asked herself, rubbing her shou
"Oh, yeah," she tittered, and a sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead as her mind raced. "I meant animal blood.""You reek of lies," Mark pointed out, eyeing her from over his lashes. Erin's forehead creased, and displeasure washed over her. "Excuse me, I will not have you stand here and insult me." Mark pressed his lips into a grim line. "I said humans because I saw two of them sucking each other's faces," Erin lied, glaring at the shadow lord before her. He cast a look of scepticism at her, twisting his mouth to the side and parting his lips to say a word, but he swallowed his protest, snapping his mouth shut. "Do you want to call me a liar again?" Erin glowered, pushing her brows up in askance. Erin watched as Mark stared down at her with a stoic expression etched to his face. "If you think I am lying, then I can show you the humans, who were about to get naughty before I decided to retrace my steps to a different route," she explained, but Mark only stared at her as if h
Duncan Mirthon"Yeah," Duncan moved to the side, quietly inviting her into his room. She walked into the room, tilting her head down in sadness. Duncan closed his door and rubbed the back of his neck, eyeing her. "How are you?" Duncan asked, and she shoved her hands into the pocket of her parka, hanging her head down. "I am not doing fine," she started in a shaky voice. "I feel like throwing up," she stated, pulling out a hand to place on her forehead. "And I-"Hilda halted in her tracks, and Duncan's eyes enlarged when he saw her sway a little on the balls of her feet. He rushed toward her and held her waist, gently placing her to sit on the bed. "Are you okay?" Duncan inquired in a worried murmur. She shook her head before her cheeks became full, and her eyes bulged. Her hand flew up her face to palm her mouth, and she jumped off the bed, dashing to the bathroom. Duncan went after her and caught sight of her crouching before the toilet and wrenching out her gut. He walked clo
"Give me a minute to put on a shirt," Duncan said, spinning and dashing into the room. "What happened?" Hildergard worried, following him to his closet. "I have something urgent to attend to," he stated, putting a black shirt over his head and taking fast strides back to his door. "You should get enough rest, I will be back soon.""No." Hildergard shook her head, making a beeline to him and saying, "I also want to come with you.""You need rest. You were in pretty bad shape yesterday, and I do not want anything to affect you more than what happened had affected you," Duncan creased his brows, throwing a death glare at her, but it didn't seem to move her. Hildergard parted her lips to protest, but Duncan gripped her shoulders firmly and stared into her eyes. "Sit at home and let my maids take care of you. When I return, I will update you.""Then I will go with you," Lara stated, and they both directed their eyes at her. Duncan puckered his forehead, causing Lara to shrug and ask, "