Romans & histoires Maude Green

She turned her eyes to her sister's dead body and smiled; at least, this time, her suffering wasn't in vain. She slowly walked over to Elena's body and magically set her body in flames. She wanted to make sure that she destroyed every single proof of her existence on Earth; she didn't want the Earth to find any piece of her that might lead to her reincarnation; she didn't deserve to walk the Earth. Green slowly walked up to Audrey and bowed her head to her. "Wherever you go, I'll follow great one," Green promised, her face determined. Audrey looked at her and smiled. She had met Greenback at the secret coven and had lived her for her trustworthy personality.

The colour immediately changed from black to a poisonous green. "Flesh of the Spouse, unknowingly given, you will revive your wife" She said and moved towards Paul, the blade glistening in her hand. Maddie felt a surge of energy move through her weak bones. She sprang forward with impulse, then crawled to her father and tried to shield him with her body. "No! Stay away from him!" She screamed. "Madeleine, move away from the man." "No!" Maddie screamed at the top of her voice, tears pouring from her face. She would not let Aosoth have her father. She would try to protect him, or die trying.

Green light exploded everywhere. The stairs of light flickered. The green-eyed people gasped, clutching their heads. Their eyes flashed white. “What are you doing?” the not-father yelled. His face glitched, flickering between young and old. “You’re destroying the collection! You’re deleting fifty years of history!” “I’m setting them free!” Maya yelled back. She felt the “Green Frequency” she’d told Julian about, a secret code, a door the Gardeners forgot to lock. She threw everything she had at it—her will, her memories, the smell of rain, Julian’s hand in hers, her messy, beautiful life in Nigeria.

I replied proudly. Alpha Gritus's scowl immediately transformed into a pleased, wicked grin. "Well done," he acknowledged, his tone carrying an evident tone of satisfaction. I grinned. Before I could speak, Nurse Maude spoke up again. "Are you sure your pawn is going according to plan—" This time, my patience snapped. "Maude! She's working according to plan!" I replied through gritted teeth. "What if—" "There is no what if Maude. In this lifetime, Sera won't regain her memories and that's final!"

Elizabeth's eyes widen in amazement as she takes in the sight. It's the first time she doesn't have to prepare the meals herself, and she feels a mix of gratitude and excitement to sit and enjoy breakfast with Dominic. As they approach the table, Elizabeth notices the maid standing nearby, her gaze lingering on the stunning six-carat ring that now graces Elizabeth's finger. With a warm smile, the maid greets her. "Good day, Mrs. Bradford." The use of the new name catches Elizabeth off guard, and she feels a wave of awkwardness wash over her.

I replied with shouts of celebration and pops of confetti with smiles wide enough to touch their ears. "How did you..." I gasped, only for Maureen to appear out of nowhere, her hands folded against her chest. She wore a forest green straight-cut princess seam gown with white heels, her hair made into an intentionally messy bun on her head. She leaned into the wall winking at me. I sighed, looking at her with a gentle shake of my head before turning back to my employees.

Today she'd return to her normal duties, serving breakfast, cleaning rooms, pretending to be just Sarah Mitchell, unremarkable maid. Except she wasn't unremarkable anymore. Not to Damien. Not after everything they'd done. Her phone buzzed as she was leaving her room. A text from Damien: Come to the greenhouse at 2 PM. I have something to show you. Something important. Her heart leaped into her throat. The greenhouse. He wanted to take her back to where the Vitalis Radix was kept. Why? What was he planning? Before she could respond, another text came through. This one from Marcus, her friend checking on her mother:

The crown on my head pulsed, but for once it did not feel hungry. It felt listening. Then one servant remained standing. She was a thin Northridge woman with burn scars across her cheek and a limp that made one leg drag slightly behind her. Her name was Marris, though I remembered seeing her only twice near the west laundry and once carrying blankets after the tower burned. She did not kneel. Rieka’s hand moved toward her knife. Due raised one hand to stop her. Marris looked at me, then at Otsana Blackmoon, and tears filled her eyes before she spoke.

Maude went completely still. I watched it happen from the doorway and I have no other word for it except still. Not the composed stillness of a woman managing a room. Something underneath that. Something that moved across her face before she could catch it — faster than I could name it, faster than she could contain it — and then it was gone. She crouched down. Slowly. With the careful movement of a woman whose knees were not what they were and whose pride would never let her acknowledge that in front of anyone.

Sorry for the long author's note haha. Nity out 🍄