Lahat ng Kabanata ng Against the rules: The rise of the Queen : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The wind swirls through the window, turning the night into a white sheet of coldness. The room grows eerily silent, as the buzz of crickets fills the room. Events of last night flood my brain, and my heart beats erratic, but it rips apart more when I remember his cold expressions. Max, the one person I promised I would take care of, and only have been hurting for most of my life. A chuckle leaves my lips, as tears sting the edges of my eye. There has to be an easy way to let go of things, turn back time, or just shut the emotions off in a dark corner. The cling of metal fills the room, the voice of laughter wrapping a warmth on the white of cold. Max. Only his laughter can bring me such warmth. I open my eyes, diving out of the table and taking long strides

“Adria slow down you will fall”, Max shouts as he runs behind me. Our tiny feet rustle the orange, red, and yellow crusty maple leaves that adorn the garden in the southern half of the palace. In the evening I heard some soldiers saying there was a small waterfall in the middle of the garden, and I and Max had sneaked out from Evander to visit the lake.  I run looking at Max over my shoulder as he climbs the branches, jumping over them to take a shorter route than to circle around them like me. He inches closer and closer, and I dig my feet into the ground running at as insane speed as possible in the gown twirling against my heels.  The canopy of the tall trees cast a shadow on the ground spreading a whiff of musky sweetness from the decaying leaves. The smoky tint of the branches makes a

A new day should start with new feelings, new opportunities, and new chances. Yet, my mind still wanders on everything that had happened in my life. Everything wrong to make my love life a distant memory. I huff the tiredness, blowing it out through my mouth in long deep breaths as Sherlin wraps me in some dress she thinks fits for the event. I don't want to look at myself through the mirror, because all I see in my eyes is the failure - the failure to save Max from me. And I say, I will protect him from the world? My mind mirths at the stupidity of my heart, deciding to take over the actions in its hand. Putting myself in a mask of the queen with everything going perfect and fine, I swipe down myself from the flight of stairs to the grounds of the farmer.  

Lycan’s eyes linger on mine as Max dresses the wounds on my side. I could feel the jealousy oozing through her orbs, as she tries to maintain the smile. I shouldn’t let her feel like that, especially now that I know they both like each other. When I came into consciousness and saw them making out, I did feel bad, but Lycan saved my life, and I should at least make sure she doesn't feel bad because of me. Max and I are friends, and from now on we will always remain only friends. I let the gown slide down as Max finishes the dressing. Securing my dagger around my thigh and sword in the satchel I drag myself limping towards the court. It was the trial for the man that stabbed me. My feet clink on the marble of the court amidst the crowd of villagers and court men. Every eye looks up at me in sympathy, cooing at the wound visible through the sheer ends of my gown. I meet their eyes smiling, assuring them the wound doesn't affect me. Honestly, it doesn't, not more than the pain that I fe

The bushes along the palace walls rustle the black silhouette in them, crawling on its knees. The cat eyes scan through the palace grounds, keeping a close look on the Queen, and her now concubine. The silhouette shuffles, the rustle blending with the wind, as the person climbs towards the west wing of the palace. The west wing is full of secrets. Dirty secrets from the royals, and their ancestors. The same black silhouette makes its way down through the grey, brown walls walking to the room at the farthest right corner. Wood creeks open, the moon casting its silver over the person sitting in the middle. The wine glass shines with clear liquid, as the stench of lavender and lilies fills the room rendering anyone heady. “What’s the news?”, the person in the middle croons, tapping their pinky nail on the glass. A naked body lies beside, covered with whip marks, tied with leather straps to the bedframe, almost lifeless on the sheets. “No… No news. They were just talking about Evander