Daymare- Chapter 1.
The knife in my gut, doesn't exist. The boy I trusted, his malicious smile, he doesn't exist. My prince, his tears, they can't exist. And with the turn of my head, I see the thing that matters most to me, my other half. His stomach split open, cheek sliced, hair matted with that pink-red blood. As of now, I don't know him, but the familiarity is there. And as I fall to the floor I realize, that boy isn't my matesprit, I have one.
This boy is my twin.
I shoot out of bed, a scream lodge in my throat. But how? It's impossible for trolls to have a sibling, as the humans call it. It's unheard of! Quite possibly, it might just be illegal. But if it's impossible, how could it be illegal? The only thing clear to me, is I know all of those people, just not yet.
My feet touch the cold tile of the flooring beneath my bed, as I pad down the corridor and into the spacious bathing room. Running the tap with cold water, I grab a cleansing cloth, and coat it in the liquid ice. The cloth is refreshing as I run it over my facial features. They don't exist, they really don't. None of them.
A knock at the door startles me, and I throw myself against the wall. A trusted servant of my adoptive-mother-lusus stares at me, her face twitching as she tries not to laugh at me, the fake princess, in front of her. "Heiress, you are needed downstairs in the discussion commons in 10 minutes." And with that she bows, and exits the room. Why? What does my 'lusus' want now?
Shuffling to my hive, I withdraw a pink-red sundress and my striped black and white tights. Tall, lace-up combat boots soon don my feet and I decide to leave my hair down and braid only my blood-streak.
The hemospectrum has little to no effect on us anymore. The old Empress was defeaten, and Feferi had already died, therefore a new Empress was chosen. This new Empress discovered late in life that she was unable to continue the bloodline, and adopted a grub from the local orphanage. She found out too late that I am a mutant blood, but had grown attached to me therefore, here I am. A low-peasant-blood become royal.
The only times I am ever called down to the discussion commons is when she decides to give me a make-over or discuss ettiquite.
Arriving in the commons, I bow at the Empress. Her long black hair is divided into dozens of tiny braids, strung with colorful wooden beads, and pulled into a high ponytail. Upon seeing me, she squeals and skips over. Her opposite behavior of the prior Empress is what makes her so likable. She looks to be 9 sweeps, but is truly older, how much is the question.
"Lennix! I have someone to introduce you to." Her smile is large, and fangs peek over her lips as she points to the end of the table.
An older man, probably aged that of the Empress, sits beside a smaller figure. Both don crowns and capes.
The smaller figure is about my size, and strangely familiar. Black hair, golden eyes, and grey skin aren't what catch my attention. Its the look of shock that we both wear. As well as the jagged horns upon his head. One horn seems slightly off balance, making a trident ontop his head, the other seems the curl in at all three prongs instead of out.
"Lennix! Meet your betrothed..." His name is drowned out as we run towards eachother.
"My prince!"
"Princess!" We shout the titles to eachother as we collide in a tender hug.
The only problem I have yet to register? They really exist.