Aynyra awoke in Rhaenyx's bed. Rhae was snoring softly, her body still and relaxed. Aynyra watched as Rhae's chest slowly moved up and down, with no tension in her face. Aynyra looked to the ceiling, before sighing softly. Somehow, she felt pity in the depths of her subconscious. It's what caused her to stay the night. She had no knowledge of why she was so comfortable with the murderer lying beside her. That murderer was now her mother. When she made that realisation, Aynyra sat up and slipped out of bed, hurrying to the bookcase where she had left the potions book the night before. She hurried out of the room, softly opening the door, without realising that Rhae's chest had stopped rising and falling.~*~*~Rhae slowly opened her eyes, catching a glimpse of Aynyra softly scurrying out of the room holding the book. She sat up, taking a deep breath, before sliding off her bed and touching her feet down on the cold tiles. The icy floors tickled the bottoms of her feet as she walked fro

There was a rustling in the bush in front of a tall, lean man. He had dark shoulder-length hair, that slightly curled away from his face. He had a full dark beard from ear to ear. His skin was sun-kissed, as much as it could be with the regularly overcast weather in their Kingdom. He wore a green tunic and pants with a brown belt and brown leather armour across his upper chest and shoulders. He had a sword strapped to his side and a bow slung across his back. It creaked as he pulled it over his shoulder and drew back the string with his arrow. He took a deep breath waiting. As soon as he breathed out, a stag sprung out of the bushes into the small clearing, sniffing the wind for his scent. The man released the arrow, sending it flying straight through the neck of the stag. It tumbled to the ground with a yelp. The man lept from his hiding spot and ran for the stag, pulling out his knife, before any predators could grasp the scent of its blood. He pulled his arrow out, and mercifully e

Dynamere turned the handle to open Rhaenyx's bedroom door. She peered through the darkness to make out the figure on the bed. She heard whispers from the servants that Rhaenyx was in a coma for unknown reasons. Dynamere knew why, Icran mentioned that she attempted to him. That would not be forgiven, so here she was, to pay back the debt. She would accomplish the mission that Rhaenyx had failed to do for too long now.Dynamere crept through the room, slowly drawing out her dagger, without making a sound. She made it across the tiled floor to the edge of the bed. She paused to examine the figure now that her eyes had been accustomed to the dark. Rhaenyx was breathing softly, in a deep slumber. Her body was still, and her muscles relaxed. Dynamere moved closer and lifted the dagger into the air. Once she was done here, she would kill the snivelling Princess next, then the King, and before word got to the Prince, she would have one last taste of him. Then she would e

Aynyra walked into the feast hall, gazing down at the long wooden tables intricately decorated and covered with lavish plates of food. The tables had red tablecloths with golden leaves running down the trim. Golden candlesticks and golden chalices were laden along the table, a clear theme of red and gold present. The tapestries had been changed to show golden trees with a red background, hanging across the walls of the dining hall. The adjacent ballroom had the curtains pulled back to view the whole ballroom, which was also decorated similarly. The curtains were red with gold detailing and the banners across the room matched.Aynyra made her way down the steps, towards the table that ran horizontally against the other tables that ran vertically down the hall. Seated in the middle of the table facing the rest of the room sat the King, her father and Prince Valor at his side. Rhaenyx was yet to arrive it seemed. As she made her way down the stairs, her brother caught her eye an

Aynyra sat in the corner of the library, picking over the shelves, trying to find any hints about the Fae. The books dedicated to the subject had all been burned, but she hoped that she could find any clues or mentions in other books. That's when she saw a book named "The History of the Royal Family", just what she was looking for. She took the book to a nearby table and sat, pulling a candle close by. She skimmed through the introduction and discusses the establishment of the Kingdom and the first royal family. Aynyra continued flipping through a couple of generations to the young Prince in love with the Fae princess from another kingdom. There wasn't much information, as with all the other books she had combed through. The book only discussed him falling in love with a Fae woman before an eligible Queen stepped up after the untimely murder of his Fae bride-to-be. The Queen then ruled the Kingdom during that time while the Prince grieved, refusing to take on his kingly duties. Ther