Chapter 17 - How Deplorable


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    -In Helia Palace; King''s Study-


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    Wait... so this man is saying he’ll let it slide when his daughter just burned her own house, disappeared after doing so, and slept at her aunt’s house? Lily thought, her heart racing with disbelief.


    So... Father’s saying he’ll let things slide? There’s definitely an ulterior motive here. I bet what he’s going to ask me isn’t a punishment that would harm me; rather, it’ll be something that benefits him. Should I just ask for a punishment and get it over with? Luxana pondered, her mind swirling with uncertainty.


    WHAT! His Majesty is going to overlook this? After she’s done so much? I can’t let him!!! The Queen’s thoughts were a tempest of indignation, her composure barely holding.


    As expected of Father; he’d never give Sister a punishment. But I still wonder what that witchy sister of mine really had in mind when she burned down her own house. Sister is a shrewd individual, capable of anything, but she won''t act unless it serves her interests. Isabella’s jealousy flared, her eyes narrowing at Luxana.


    Why would she react so strongly to something so trivial? It’s just a political marriage, he mused.


    How dare she speak to the King that way?


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    *SLAP*


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    Silence...an oppressive, frigid silence enveloped the dimly lit room, once occupied by Luxana''s mother, Roxana. Luxana sat on the floor, her head resting on the bed, her body slumped against the mattress. It was her usual position when she sought refuge from the turmoil that plagued her mind.


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    I feel like a dead person, she thought, her eyes staring blankly at the pillows, the soft fabric muffling her breath. The sting of the King''s slap still lingered on her cheek, reminding her of her powerlessness in this twisted game of royalty.


    Luxana''s heart raced with a mix of various complicated emotions. She had always known that the palace was a place of deceit and manipulation, but the King''s actions had shattered all those fatherly illusions he played yesterday, which she had silently clung to hoping for her to finally be embraced by someone, who might one day actually acknowledge her. Why did I ever think I could trust him? How Deplorable...she wondered bitterly, her fingers tracing to the pocket she had kept her fire dagger in. The memory of the fire dagger piercing the knight''s flesh sent a shiver down her spine. I''m no better than them, she realized, self-loathing seeping into her thoughts.


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    To be Continued...