The palace is bustling with maids and guards running around the long palace halls. Maids run around with vases of white camellias on their arms, and guards training for the security of the palace. Everyone is busy as the day of the queen's birthday approaches. With a celebration not just of the queen's birthday but also the day where the queen will announce her other intentions and plans for the kingdom. With news spreading around the kingdom that the queen is now finally settling herself down as she found the person who she will entrust her whole life with. The whole palace turned into the reflection of the streets. The insides of the palace are draped with festive colors of pink and red, with glints of golds and silvers. The heavy curtains that used to be in the shade of maroon were then changed into red velvet curtains that bring out the grandiosity of the palace. The dull lifeless façade and ambiance of the place turned regal and mighty. As if telling

Clouded with thoughts that left her scarred throughout her youth, Morrigan couldn’t help but shake in fear as the images of her family being devoured by walls of flames flashed back in her mind. Just the thought that someone is plotting against the royal family is enough to bring the slumbering fear within her. Everything came rushing back, the pain, the agony, the grief, and the betrayal. The very same feelings she tried to bury down at the back of her mind came backstabbing her with just a single parchment. She wondered if what she did on her coronation was not enough to warn people of what she could do for people who dared act treacherous against the royal family or did she put her guard down so much that they found her vulnerable. Morrigan’s nails dug on her palm, enough to make her knuckles white. The growing fear within her is not just for herself but for the people dear to her, for Colfre and Rita. She already lost enough and the though

Morrigan could not feel anything but her aching heart. Her mind was muddled with devastation and betrayal. The hall that was packed with joyous celebration and cheers earlier is like an ice-cold desert, with only her and the guards around her as Colfre stood in front of her. Looking at her with the same hazel eyes she fell in love, but this time the warmth she could feel when she gazes at his eyes was nowhere to be found. All that there is a cold and ruthless gaze, a gaze that will never bow down to anyone. A smug smile grows on his lips as he bends down in front of Morrigan. Morrigan bit the insides of her cheeks as she watch the man in front of her, gone were the soft and gentle gaze from Colfre’s eyes, instead he turned to be the cold Colum Toiba whom he revealed he was. Morrigan’s mind and the heart do not correspond with each other. Her mind wanted answers, but her heart was afraid of the answers he might give her. It was the fear of uncertainty, her mind is in haywire. Her lip

The mellow and comforting sound of a music box reverberated around the palace’s gardens. As the camellias bloom in beautiful bloom and the soft glow of the breaking dawn approaches with golden rays kissing the fragile flowers in the garden. The morning dew cascaded down the luscious foliage around the place. However, in the middle of the gardens the contrast of a woman clad in black, wandering around the garden as she walks by the patches of grass with her barefoot. Humming along with the sound coming from the music box from the locket that’s laying down peacefully on a velvet pillow on a finely crafted case sheltering the meticulously made locket, besides it was a necklace with a key pendant. The wind howls and caresses her body, a black curtain of hair sways along with the wind as the soft and warm rays of the sun touch her delicate skin. “There you are, I have been looking for you.” Morrigan whisked her gaze to the voice that caught her attention. Their eyes looked

I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day.  For vengeance clouded my reasonings, I have killed my uncle who had been struggling with me through the race to power. Killed a foreign prince that caused havoc and war to the nation, making hundreds if not thousands of mighty soldiers died on the battlefield. Kept the secret of me having a child out of wedlock, that in the end died prematurely even before I was proclaimed the mother of the nations. Accused wrongly of the ministers that tried to support and help me regain the grace of the kingdom. And killed the man that I loved for my whole life, the man that I have been looking for years o