The loud and amused chuckle of the Prince Regent echoed around the courtroom as he look at Mathias. He put both his hands on his back as a lopsided smile flashed on his face. He slowly steps down the stairs, shaking his head in amusement. After a brief conversation with Mathias, he found out what Mathias truly wanted, and that he seemed to be a perfect pawn for his plans. "It seems like you had piqued my interest." He patted Mathias' shoulder, a hair-rising smile plastered on his lips. Mathias could already found the similarities between Morrigan and the Prince Regent. Both of them have an icy air of superiority around them, however, the Prince Regent is more cunning and conniving than Morrigan. "Tell me more of your plans, and if you convinced me enough I will reward you generously. Is marrying the Little Raven enough?" Mathias' eyes glistened as he heard of the word marriage. The Prince Regent's smile widened as he have already found the line where he could finally make Mathias hi

"Why are there more guards than usual?"    Morrigan noticed how the hall is not just packed with envoys and aristocrats waiting for her but every corner and most of the hall there stood guards standing straight and even inspecting all guests coming in from every direction. Checking the pockets of every man, maids inspecting the women dressed and fancy garbs. Even the garden is packed with guards on alert and patrolling non-stop. Watching the guests that get in and out of the hall. "The security is even more strict than before," she commented, as she observe the hall from above. Noticing the difference in the security from the usual gathering she had attended when her father was still the king. This time it's so tight she felt suffocated by the number of guards patrolling the area. Mathias' footsteps reverberated behind her. He stood beside her watching the crowd of people enjoying themselves. Dancing and drinking high-grade alcohol. Bachelors and Bacheloret

Morrigan remained in the same position for the whole night. Crying her eyes out till she had no more tears to cry. Her throat was dry and out of voice from all her wails and agony. Whispering things like an old chant or prayer she learned since childhood. Her hands twitching uncontrollably once in a while. "They didn't do it..." She whispered, the words barely coming out of her throat. Her voice was rash and almost gone, totally different from the usual sweet and melodious voice of the princes. Her hands laid on the floor lifeless, and even the slightest spark in her eyes died down. She went back to her state before the couple found her in a single night. Like a dead and empty shell. Her eyes remained bloodshot and tired, dry even that it stings occasionally but Morrigan seemed to not mind it at all. She remained leaning by her door unmoving and had not gone back to the hall for the celebration that was meant for her. Even with the maids or guards knockin

In Morrigan's eyes, the person she is strangling right now is neither a royal member of the family or her uncle. In her eyes, he is nothing but a devil's incarnate that had done nothing but torment her and take away those who are around her. Her grip around his neck tightens but the eyes of the Prince Regent had already regained their composure. He was neither taken aback nor surprised by Morrigan's outburst, instead, he was amused and intrigued that the dignified and sophisticated Crown Princess can act this way. The meek Little Raven that runs around the palace could be this mad to the point of her glaring at him with her murderous look. Screaming at the top of her lungs like a wild animal in the wilderness. She was nowhere the girl everyone watched to grow in grace and sophistication.   A wide smile grew on his lips as he looked at her with great intensity in his eyes of intrigue and amusement. "Look at you, Little Raven, you are no different from me." An amu

Morrigan sat by her seat on the balcony. Wrapped in a silk wrapper. Hugging her legs, her chin resting on top of it. Resting her head with her eyes full of pain and agony. Tears brimming her eyes. She looked at the locket in her hand as she reflects on the things she overheard. She heaved a deep sigh. Closing her hands around the locket, its chain dangling from her hands almost touching the marble floor. Her sad eyes stared at the moon, appreciating its marvelous beauty, drowning her with her thoughts.   Its soft glow shining on her pale skin which seemed to be porcelain glistening under the luminescence of the moon. The silence around her, and the cold air giving her the peace that she had once in a while. Finally drowning herself in something that she had longed for. A few strands of her hair dancing along with the wind. The fresh scent of camellias was blown by the wind to her, like a calming incense that help