The villagers were indeed approaching Lord Alex's house. The only problem though was the fact that they weren't the mob that the stable hand had reported .Roxane couldn't tell if that was a problem or not. It confused her though, it confused her a lot to be honest.They were running actually, approaching Lord Alex's house with a speed that just walking couldn't grant. And according to what she was currently seeing, they probably didn't go up to five in number.Could five people be considered a mob?"I think the stable hand might have misinformed us."Lord Alex only shook his head and looked at the approaching figures. They were running, a few more paces and they would be at the door to his house. He didn't think the stable hand had misinformed them though.The people of this town had managed to convince him of the fact that they weren't inherently good people. They were insecure, cowardly and at the very least, untrustworthy, so there was every possibility that there was a mob coming,

Roxanne woke up to the sun on her face.It's rays hitting her neck and the heat burning the skin slightly."Hell."Roxanne sprang up, her voice sounding groggy as she blinked and rubbed the part of her neck that had taken the full brunt of the fire like heat. It was either the sun was literally shining fire today or something had bit her there and run away.The events of yesterday didn't take any time in coming back to her and she froze.She wasn't at home anymore.She wasn't with Annabelle and she wasn't with Lord Alex too. She was somewhere else.The walls here weren't wooden, they were made of stone. Hard and dark stone.Had she been thrown in the dungeons?Roxanne turned her head to examine the room she was in.It didn't look like a dungeon. It looked like.............. something else. At least it wasn't a dungeon.The sleep she had woken up from just a few minutes ago seemed irrelevant now, forgotten even. Roxanne was fully awake and she was ready to run at the next sound she hea

Ariel woke up to the feeling of bandages on his body.He looked down at his lower chest and saw that someone had taken the time to put strips of cloth on the wounds he had there.He had been too preoccupied with the spike in his chest and passing out from the pain to notice that anyone had been near him.Okay, maybe he had noticed one person near him.And speaking of the spike in his chest, it wasn't there anymore.Someone had pulled it out.But who?The scent of cinnamon and fresh oats wafted into Ariel's nose and he scrunched his face up in confusion.Who could be in his castle?He could feel the presence of someone else nearby, like warmth on the tip of his tongue, or the smell of sunlight on a dreary day.The only problem was that he couldn't actually see this person at the moment.Ariel hissed as pain shot through him. He had shifted slightly and one of the bandages on his side had moved making the wound there open again.It hurt like hell.It always hurt like hell.Every tear,

Ariel had locked her out.Roxanne sighed as she sat down on the stone steps that led to the main castle's double doors.He might not want her here but she didn't have anywhere else to go.No one would bully her here and she could take care of him when he hurt himself.But apparently he didn't want that because he had locked her out of the freaking castle."Son of a bitch."Roxanne muttered those words as she picked up one of the stones on the floor and aimed it at the statue that stood in the middle of the fountain.The fountain was dirty. It didn't bring out clean water anymore. Roxanne sighed.It barely brought out any water at all.It would have made this whole cleaning up thing a lot easier.Roxanne let her eyes drift to the bodies that were littered all around the...... courtyard? She really didn't know much about castles or the homes of the mentally deranged.Only a mentally deranged person would refuse her help.She wasn't going to be touching any dead bodies though. The pri

"Can I know more about your curse Ariel?"Roxanne knew she had asked the wrong question the minute the words left her mouth. She could feel Ariel's glare burning into her back the minute she said it.It was just a question wasn't it?What was so bad about asking questions?It had been like this all week.She would ask a question and he would simply glare at her. Like she was committing the gravest offense.Speaking to him made her breathless and made her heart pound, but that wasn't her fault. Anyone would be breathless if they were talking to the cursed prince. She felt brave for even being able to speak to him. She could do what a whole village couldn't, but being around him also made her have a lot of questions, and she needed answers to all of them.For instance, what exactly did his curse do to him, and in what way did that make him a threat to her?There was always a leeway to curses. She had read many in a lot of books, and she knew that the best way to beat a curse was to s