It looked like time had stopped and for a moment, the only thing I could focus on was Madame Alexis's voice piercing through the mahogany finishing of the door."Your highness, I would like a word with her majesty, the Luna." She had said. I wasn't in my right senses so I had no idea what tone that rubbed off on me. If it was intimidating or anything, I had no idea. All I knew was, I didn't want her coming in here. At least not now."We're busy." Noah's gruff voice cut through my chest, pulling my attention back to earth. He was no longer staring at me, his eyes now trained on the door."Come back later. We have things to discuss."I'd never been more glad to hear those words from Noah. His eyes were still trained on the door, but mind had shifted from his grip on my arm to the back of his head. For the first time, I was actually happy with the reply he gave Madame Alexis. No sooner had that joy appeared did It leave too as something else dawned on me. If Noah wasn't going to let in M

I couldn't believe my eyes. Or maybe I could, I just didn't want to acknowledge the piece of information as being the truth. Madame Alexis knew the former king was still alive. Madame Alexis knew where he was hiding. And she was even going to see him tonight. Where else would she be going in the dead of the night? I was the only injured royal and person in the castle so there was no way she was going to attend to someone. Even as irresponsible as it may sound, I was the only one who loved roaming around at night, it was my thing. Everybody basically knew! This was fishy. Really fishy and very disturbing.My gaze went back to the paper again. It was a really rough sketch, if sketch was even the right word for it. Doodles and splashes of ink spoiled the parchment, leaving only a few details to the eye. The paper was in a bad shape but it wasn't totally useless. I could still see the writings and make out a few things from it. At the centre was King Oliver's name, circled with some initi

I watched in silence as the moon stared back at me, basically unmoving. It wasn't staring at me per say, but from my position on the bed, I had a clear view of the celestial body assigned to rule the night. The air was still and a couple of stars twinkled in the distance inaudibly, while inside I was boiling. My head was banging, my mind was racing, my heartbeat was thumping so hard against my ribcage. My fingers couldn't stop peeling off the nails on both my hands and my feet couldn't stop their not so gentle taps on the wooden floor. A loud ding far up on the wall caught my attention. I looked up to stare at the giant had of the clock stopping at 12. It was 3am and Madame Alexis was nowhere to be found. In a bid to pass away more time, I brought up the crumples piece of paper I'd picked up from Madame Alexis's room earlier. Yes, the stupid fake blueprint that made me waste my time. I stared at the paper and a renewed sense of fury washed over me. The letters seemed to twist and turn

We all watched as Diana hovered into the room, literally flowing. I had no idea why she always had me in a chokehold whenever I saw her. If it was her aura that commanded respect and the entire attention wherever she walked into or the fact that she literally floated everywhere, I had no idea but at this moment, I was sure of one thing, she was here to help me get out of this mess. Hopefully."Why are you questioning poor Bailey?" She came to my side and draped an arm over my shoulder. It took everything in me not to lean into her embrace. I thought of it but decided against it eventually, I didn't want anyone thinking or insisting on any form of foul play in all of this. "Can't you see she's hurt and needs rest?""Of course." Quipped Madame Alexis rather haughtily. I met her gaze and she looked furious, although for some strange reason, I felt she was only staring at me and channeling all of her inner madness and sadness to me. " And she would be doing just that if she'd just stayed

I was confused as to what to do next. Oliver's smile was unnerving to say the least and I felt like walking out the door, bolting down the stairs and not coming back at all. But that wasn't part of the options now. I was here and there was no going back. Slowly putting one foot in front of the other I made my way into the room. It was eerily quiet, each step seemed to make the room tremble. Either I was overly anxious and hallucinating or Oliver's sick gaze was making me lose my balance. I sat at the far edge of the bed, a fair distance from the ailing king. He chuckled, obviously satisfied at my irritation."Now." He clasped his hands together like some medieval spooky storyteller. "Let's get to it, shall we?""Oliver!" I perked up at the sound of my name. I already knew where the voice came from, so determining my next step wasn't such a hassle. I had to be on my feet before he got here. " Where are you, you stupid brat!?""I'm in here father." I'd barely croaked out before the door