A/N: A sneak peek I guess? Enjoy.
It was dark now. The priestess lay asleep on her bed, beads of sweat glittered her forehead. Her powers of prophecy have caused her much unneeded unrest. She did not like being a priestess, nor did she choose to be one. She had rather... I don't know. Marry a man? She had not thought much about what she would do if she had a life different from her current one.
She was a descendant of the mysterious bloodline of priests and priestesses. Like every noble family, her family had a hierarchy, and her parents were at the bottom. She would have been glad that that was the case, if not for the fact that her abilities were the strongest out of her siblings and her cousins. Before she learnt to speak, she had been made the next High Priestess, much to the disapproval of the higher ranked members of her family. One day, she would have to move into the castle to serve the King.
The petite girl stirred a little, her powers acting up again.
Yukino Chrysant had not expected herself to be robed this time. In most of her prophetic dreams, she had not been clothed. A lack of people provided somewhat of a relief, though that did not mean she did not feel a little shy inside.
She was in a castle room. The walls were covered in grisly mould and unidentifiable luminous slime. There was an unfamiliar presence, a scent of diabetic sweetness that would send a wave of nausea over anyone's well-being. Yukino wondered how would anyone stand the overpowering fumes, let alone smile over the alchemy pot, humming a casual melody.
Yukino watched as the robed figure let out a hand and it released strands of cobalt blue hair. The hand was surprisingly slender, unlike how Yukino imagined it would be. A soft giggle emanated from the figure.
"You will be mine one day, King Kruger."
All of a sudden, beautiful orbs flashed from underneath the hood, boring holes into Yukino's. Caution echoed into the Priestess's mind.
"Who's there?!"
Olive green eyes reflected the ceilling of the shrine priestess's bedroom. A gut feeling tugged at her heart - the intuition of a priestess. Yukino sat up, her eyebrows furrowed trying to make sense of the dream. After a few minutes of silence, Yukino came to a conclusion.
'Somebody wants the King.'
A/N: Irregular updates from now on. My muse slipped away…again. So how was the story?