Fiona.

Zarius gulped. This was the first time Devon spoke to him in that manner. "Chill! She is in the antechamber sleeping," Zarius said in a low but fast motion.

He didn't want to be dead. Even if he would die, he would die for a good reason, not because a human princess was missing. Devon was relieved, and he turned to see the scared Zarius.

"Thank you. I'm sorry for saying that, but trust me, I am not kidding when I say I can kill you for that," he said and without warning, ran out of the door with a fast pace. Was that statement meant to help relieve him or agitate his already terrified state? His brown orbs grew wide.

"He said sorry and thank you?" he asked himself. Something was definitely wrong somewhere because this demon wasn't one to do such things.

As Devon reached the antechamber doors, his heart was beating fast. What was wrong with him? His eyes went wide when he heard his heart beating very fast, but it was only a very small portion. He opened the doors of the chamber, and as he went inside, he saw she was facing discomfort.

"What's wrong?" "It's cold, too cold," Dora said with tears gushing from her eyebrows. "Dora, Dora, wake up," he said as she slowly woke. Her temperature wasn't cold.

Her eyes snapped open, and she hugged him and started weeping. "I saw her," she slowly muttered. "Who?" he asked as he slowly wanted to embrace but stopped midway when she spoke again. "Fiona," she said slowly.

***

"Kill that woman!" "Burn her!" "Hang her; she is evil!" "Today will be the end of her deception!"

In the dark moonlight, people were standing with their torches in their hands, others held wooden spears, forks and sticks, and weapons of some sort as they cursed.

The dark clouds that hung above the gloomy skies had finally decided it was time to send their prolonged judgment. The noise grew louder as I approached the crowd, or should I say, the angry mob. Burrowing my way again as I made to walk towards the mob, many thoughts swarmed my mind.

'What was going on?' 'Did she commit a crime?' I paced faster, squeezing myself amongst the angry mob to reach the front. I made it to the front, but what I saw sent cold shivers down my spine.

In front of the execution ground, the gallows were set and ready to hang any law defaulter. But from the looks of things, they won't be making use of the gallows tonight.

My eyes trailed down to the woman kneeling on the floor with shackles around her hands and feet. Her blue hair that was tainted with dirt and mud danced and swayed as the cold wind blew. The blue faded dress she wore was tattered. I could make out the dirt on her body thrown at her by the stewing crowd.

Empty shells of eggs lay beside her as the contents were dripping down from her body to the ground. Rotten tomatoes, apples, and other food were stuck to her clothes as if she had rolled in them. Her hair was disheveled, with some strands matted to her face from the things thrown at her.

Despite the dirt and grime, there was an ethereal beauty and aura about her that made me want to save her from the crowd's claws that ordered her death. I gasped when I saw her in such a sorry state, but I couldn't even see her face.

Emotions swerved within me, and I felt like I knew what she was going through or had gone through something similar. Tears trickled down my cheeks, and I didn't even know when I started crying.

With trembling lips, I whispered, "I'm sorry," not knowing why I said that. I felt like I should apologize for the sins of others. But then, I realized that the crowd didn't even see me.

An angry, bulky man walked right through me to hurl rotten fruits at the woman. Was I dead? Was she in my body? Why was I nothing but a shadow? My heart beat frantically as the shouting and cursing of the mob died down. I looked around to see why she was being punished. Two figures dressed in royal attire stood on the balcony of a pavilion close to the execution ground.

One was my husband, and the other was his right-hand man. I could see the hatred and anger in my husband's ocean blue eyes. He walked towards the crowd and picked up the woman. I tried to see her face, but it was obscured. I followed them to a nearby river, and my husband turned to look around. I was scared he would see me, but I was invisible.

"Go, run away," he said to the woman. The woman looked at him for a while and suddenly plunged a blade into his heart, screaming, "Go to hell!"

To my surprise, my husband remained unaffected, and there was no blood dripping from his heart.

"He doesn't have a heart?" I gasped. How was that possible?