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Finally! After a week of being kept prisoner in that room! I could walk freely again. But I was still weak, mentally and physically. I moved out of the room slowly and towards my actual room. A room I enjoyed being in. I internally rolled my eyes. The cool stone floor felt pleasant under my bare feet. I felt that I needed to bath. I should return home first, but the strangest thing occurred. When I reached the doors to our family chambers. Hatholon made his appearance. Only he was coming from inside. What was going on? There wasn't anything at home. Nothing. It was bare.
"My lady! I am instructed to show you to your new room…" My heart dropped at his words. New room? I stared blankly at his pretty face. He was very attractive now that I payed attention. He had very dark hair and light brown eyes that held a sense of knowledge and intellect. My eyes drifted down his nose to his soft lips. Only to realise he was still talking. I shook the distracting thoughts away.
"My new room? Where is everyone?" I asked cautiously. Hatholon's eyes dilated slightly.
"Yes, the king has moved you to an old residence of the family. Allow me to escort you there." He asked holding his arm out. I took it feeling his arm that was rather slim but firm. I noticed an emerald ring that gleamed in his finger. A family heirloom by the looks of it, as it had a slight scratch in it. With closer inspection it appeared to be a branch. I breathed in the cool air wearily, Hatholon looked at me in the corner of his eyes. He stopped in alarm. Why was he stopping? We were almost there…
"Are you feeling alright? You have turned very pale!" he asked apprehensively. I guess I'd be alarmed too. Elves don't get sick. But I was feeling pretty tired.
"Do you need to sit for a little while?" Hatholon asked, his faced a mask of calm but his eyes said otherwise.
"No… I should be fine." I replied. My eyelids drooped as if they had a mind of their own. I hoped we were almost there.
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All of my things were in place almost exactly as they were in my old room. Only this room was bigger, in fact the whole place was bigger and deeper underground, meaning I didn't have a window, I thought sadly.
Hatholon left a little while ago. With the assurance that I would be fine on my own. I crawled under the soft covers of my bed. The smell so familiar that I instantly began to relax and soon fell into a deep sleep.
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A faint noise stirred me from my sleep. I woke and looked around positive that someone was standing in the shadows that casted across the expanse of my room. But my sharp eyes detected no one. I shook off the feeling.
A cold droplet of fluid dropped down onto my face. I looked up into the canopy of my bed. It took a moment to register what it was. But when I realised what it was, it broke my heart. I screamed aloud at the horrific sight. More dark droplets of dark liquid fell onto my face. Blood.
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A shadow of a slight figure slinked back into the shadows. A sly smirk playing about her lips as she listened to the horrified scream. Short as it was, it was satisfactory.
Jealousy festered deeply in her heart and a certain amount of hate began to arise. It was time to send a message… or a threat. Or perhaps both. 'She will never be safe… I will make sure of it.'
The shadow slithered back from the room and away… for now.
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Her scream echoed among the corridor. A pair of guards patrolling about heard it. They marched towards the source of the noise. Their amour clinking indistinctly. A young elf slammed the door open. Blood covered her face and settled in her fair hair. Échon and Échanar, twins, stared at the scene in shock. The blood looked too thin, looking to be only animal. But that never made the matter any less serious.
The Elleth appeared starkly white. Her lips almost as pale as her face. A sure sign of shock. Fortunately Malenor, the head healer had already arrived on the scene to take his daughter away. The guards could freely investigate. Another guard, Faeldir approached the twins. They bravely pushed into the household and into the room where the trouble seem to have begun.
"Look!" Échon said pointing towards the top of the bed where a great elk's head was roughly tied to the canopy of the bed. It would have eventually fallen. Crushing whomever unfortunate enough to be under it. Its antlers would have been the death of anyone. The king will have to be informed immediately.
"How can this be?" Échanar asked sadly, not really wishing to know the answer.
They were clueless as to how the creatures head got there, or who could have crudely killed the magnificent deer. It's beautiful glassy eyes stared blankly at them. Even in death its beauty was enchanting.
Would really like to know your thoughts on this chapter! I know it's a bit short but I hope to update again soon!
Ps there's probably quite a spelling mistakes but I'm too tired, and I really wanted to update.
