Page 66 of Soulmateless
Tears stung my eyes as I stabbed my tongue with my teeth. I did it hard enough to the copper taste of blood but I didn't care.
It was nothing compared to what was in there.
Kaius dropped to his knees, releasing a soft sob. His weeping only got louder the longer he sat there.
I stumbled away and collapsed on the stairs, clinging onto the railing. I whimpered quietly with the violent shaking of my limbs.
She told me nothing was going to happen to her. She told me she'd live to see me as queen. She told me she would live to have a family with Kaius and serve me as a knight.
Now… she'll never have the chance to do any of that…
"I see you've found Clarissa."
I snap up to the recognizable feminine figure in a long black ball gown. Her hair was in a bun and her head was held high. Her eyes were green then, wearing a small but taunting smile on her face. "It's a shame too. She could've been a great knight if she had just followed the rules."
I scrambled to my feet, and though every part of my body was weak, I attempted to stand tall.
Vasilisa.
"Y-y-you did this?" Air clawed its way in and out of my lungs.
"Of course, Ignatia. There are consequences for breaking my orders. You really thought she was gonna get away with it?” Vasilisa chortles. “How pitiful…”
She approached and stepped on a stair. I stepped backwards, swarmed with ideas of how this situation might end.
Would she kill me next?
"Oh…have you become pitiful , Ignatia?" she hummed, as her smirk grew wider and sickly. "Come on now. You look soweak."
I shook my head, my heart pounding. My body could've collapsed any moment.
"But you're crying," she pouts. "You don't agree that she was sick, do you? You followed her more than you do me, didn't you? You followed her more than Godusa herself!"
“No!”
“You’re not the fiery I named you to be! You're weak! I think you need another lesson, Ignatia. Maybe I'll lock you back in that cage for another month!”
“No!” I can't go back into that empty rusted cage! "She was sick! She was a sick person!” I choked out, taking another step back. I clutched onto the railing like I would die without it. Tears leak despite biting my tongue to hold them back. “I only follow you!”
Vasilis should've been the corpse in the house.
I would exchange her for Clarissa any day.
I open my eyes, waking from the dream with a gasp.
Pale walls. Pale blue walls.
My breath quivers as I glance around the room, from my nightstand to my bed, to the walls. Realizing I’m safe in my room, I settle down and think over the memory.
I release a sob, hugging my knees as the images of Vasilisa's smirk and Clarissa's beaming face fill my head. I wish I had killed Vasilisa before Clarissa left. I wish I had followed Clarissa to visit her family. I wish I was there to protect her and take her away from that fucking shithole of a kingdom.
All the things I would do to get Clarissa back…and yet Amias would say that she's evil.
Fuck this. Fuck Amias. Fuck everyone in this fucking kingdom! How fucked up is it to have escaped the claws of death only to come to a kingdom that would murder you because of some stupid propaganda?
I scream, clenching my trembling hands. I want to punch Amias’ stupid fucking face. I want to tear myself away from my body. I want to fly away from this stupid place and be free, running beside Kaius and Clarissa in the form they call a monster.
How could someone say that we’re the evil ones after all we’ve suffered through?
