DanitaMimi

“The daughters of a man like that doesn’t deserve to live.” The crowd chattered angrily, they were ready to tear them apart. “The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death.” 
She raised her head slowly, she glanced at the current emperor of the Aubreun Empire, he wasn’t very much different from how she remembered him; he was only dressed in the clothes of the imperial palace and his name had changed.

 “Heads down you insolent witch!” One of the palace guards snapped before smacking her cheeks, her head snapped to the side and blood seeped from the cut. 

“The princesses of Elderslot should be put to death!” The crowd kept on chanting. “The tyranny of the duchy of Elderslot has come to an end his majesty should do us a favor and kill them all.” 
 “Kill them all!” 

“Show no mercy!” 

“Off with their heads!” 

“Silence!” The Emperor yells and the crowd grew silent. “The house of Elderslot has indeed committed treason against the imperial family and the empire as a whole, but I assure you, the Duke of Elderslot and all those responsible has been executed.” 

     Her heart hammered in her chest, and once again she dared to look up at him, he spoke with a dignified arrogance whilst radiating kingly aura; he was like a stranger. 
 “My verdict is mercy, they shall be given their lives but their positions will be reduced to nothing.” The tears that well in her eyes, slipped and fell to her blooded dress. The Emperor turned in her direction as he spoke. 
“They shall be left with nothing,” their eyes met and his hardened immediately. “Nothing but shame and pain to clothe them.”

Not My Sins

Rain was unable to sleep through the night, Aryan's threat came to mind whenever she closed her eyes, she wondered how she was going to face him after the day. Her lips still stung, the hit had been quite powerful, her jaw hurt too.

Occasionally, she kept palming her wrist, the bruise turning slightly blue, she left out a frustrated sigh, she got up from the bed and she winced slightly. Her legs hurt too, the prince had lost all control of himself the last night, she was only lucky he had gone on his own.

"Your grace," She heard May's voice from outside the room. "May I come inside?"

"Yes, please." Rain muttered limping back to the bed, May entered into the room, she had a basket containing fresh clothes in her hands.

"Good morning, my lady," She greeted first, dropping the basket, and striding to the other end of the room to open the curtain. "I hope you had a great— Ah!"

Spawn of the devil