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“She'll destroy the kingdom! Kill her!”
My heart pounds like I could vomit it up my throat "Please!" I reach an arm towards the woman.
"I'll fucking do it Ignatia! I'll fucking kill you!
"Kill her before she becomes just like her mother!”
"I swear it, I didn't do it!”
“If Godusa has any sense, she’d want her to die.”
"Die!"
Everything is getting too much to bear. There's no way out. In the next few seconds, my body will be crushed. The silhouette watches me die, enjoying the show. I close my eyes as if it would all go away but it doesn't.
"Die!"
I scream as I open my eyes again, barely able to catch my breath. I find myself staring up to a pale colored ceiling. There's no pressure of crushing walls around me - only the touch of soft blankets and pillows in my bed.
As I try to steady my breath again, I detect a different smell. Faint amare flowers. Not the smoky sickly scent of Vasilisa. Not the earthy smell of that cage. She's not here. I'm safe.
I'm free. I'm not back in Somnia.
Just a nightmare.
My breath slowly comes to a steady pace. I squeeze the blanket for comfort, rolling my quivering body to the side.
Why Godusa? Are you trying to haunt me with the past? Aren't dreams supposed to be a gift?
These dreams have been coming for as long as I can remember. It's always cruel reminders of Vasilisa punishing me in tight rooms and cages. About being alone. About all the people she killed. The peopleI'vekilled.
Tears blur my vision. I quickly turn on the lamp beside me, hugging my legs into my chest. My body gives into sorrows, and I weep at the replaying memories.
Why must you be so weak? It's just a dream! What are you? A pathetic waste of life?
I’m bashing myself with Vasilisa's words, but it's true. She was right about my strength. I'm weak, like she said.
Sometimes I still wonder why she didn't kill me. I deserved it more than Kaius, father or Clarissa. Even Godusa agreed.
The shame makes each sob hurt more. I have no strength to stop them nor even a desire to.
I'm just weak now. That's just what I am.
Chapter 17
Ignatia
A thumping noise pulls me away from slumber. I blink my eyes at the light shining in this room.
Morning already?
“It's me, Amias."
I force myself to sit up, shaking my head as if my drowsiness would go away. "Coming!"
I drag myself up from my bed, my chest and throat sore from all the sobbing last night. Is it possible to just go back to bed and ignore Amias?
Opening the door reveals Amias in a white collared shirt and brown slacks, holding a satchel diagonally from his shoulder. He's smiling with those twinkling blue eyes. Or more like cold gray this morning. He's holding a stack of folded clothes.
