181 - My Gwen
How had she even found them?
It must have been when she had tortured Akeem, she must have put something on him to make it easy for her to find him. Maybe an herb or one of those many spells she used to play around with.
“Should we?” She arched her eyebrow at her as she twirled her hair between her claws.
Delice's eyes darted between the place she could hear the guards coming from, to the one in front of her. She looked away for a second yet again and that was it.
That second had been enough for another destruction.
The next time she looked back at Laura, she had Akeem’s head in her hand, snapped off his neck, and his heart in another. His body was limp on the ground, his eyes wide and white.
Those dead eyes.
Delice staggered back, her lips trembling as pain coursed through her veins at the sudden loss. Her lips moved to speak his name but her voice betrayed her.
“W–why?!” Tears ran down her cheeks. Laura had always been a drastic type but this insanity was something. “He didn't—”
“I told him to bring you to me but he stole you away. He took you from me!” She snapped. “No one takes you from me. Not even your daughter.”
The guards were getting closer now but that wasn't what bothered Delice any longer.
Not Mira! Not her daughter!
With the speed of light, Delice was right in front of her, her fist grabbing Laura’s collars.
“My daughter! What have you done to my daughter?!”
Laura laughed, dryly. “It isn't what I have done but what I will do. Disobey me again, and others will get punished, just like him.” she gritted the last three words between her teeth, and Delice’s trembling hands slipped away from Laura’s shirt, her gaze falling on Akeem who still laid motionless on the floor.
She blamed himself for his death in a way she couldn't even explain.
If only she had been a better Sire, he wouldn't be here. If only she hadn't ever turned him in the first place!
“Come home, Mummy. I miss you.”
That stole her attention to Laura once again. With the blood stains blending into her red jacket and clashing against the white of her shirt, Laura had her arms spread wide for an embrace.
“Mummy?”
Her legs moved on their own accord, shock and guilt still filling her veins, she fell into Laura's embrace, forcefully putting her arms around her.
Laura sighed with relief and giggled happily. “I have missed you so much, Mummy. Have you missed me?”
“Yes.” The word was heavy, it tasted like sand. “I have missed you.”
“Let's go home. We will bring him along, we will make a Volaky out of him.”
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Zezi had received no visitors for a while, except Gwen and Nicholas - who always paid her a visit every now and then to ensure that her baby was alright.
Gwen always brought her food and if she asked, she would tell her about the state of the castle, about how her daughter was safe and enjoying the company of her little bats, how her mother was recovering, and how Mira’s father was still in confinement because he wanted to seek out Lady Delice.
“How about the King?” She would normally ask and Gwen would be able to provide very little but she would tell her about the state of the castle, how the Lords were against her and saw her unfit to be Queen.
As if they had ever seen her as anything else except unfit.
“They think you are behind the attack, and you connived with Akeem. They believe Lady Delice tried to rat you out and you have something to do with her disappearance. The Princess is the head of the Rebellion against you and she is demanding for you to be questioned.”
Zezi's fists tightened by her sides.
What kind of game was Laura playing? She was certainly doing this because she knew she couldn't tell the truth or she would end up like Riza, she was backing her up against a wall, finding fun in her misery.
No!
She was doing more than that.
She was distracting Valerick from her until they would launch their coup in the Castle. It must be getting closer and closer to the time for them to launch their attack, and by the Moon, she had been nothing but a distraction!
Even when she tried to go against them, her actions had indirectly helped the White Circle.
Zezi sprung up to her feet, slamming her fist against the wall and leaving a dent in it.
The wall was strong though and she felt the ache in her hand twice as painful as it would normally feel. Dizziness swayed her and she staggered on her feet, almost slipping to the ground, but Gwen had helped and somehow she found herself sitting back on the bed.
“You should rest,” Gwen said, offering her a glass of water.
“I want to talk to him.” She looked up at Gwen with tears in her eyes. “Tell him that I want to see him. It has been days, I just have to speak to him. He has to listen to me.”
“His Majesty is very busy.”
“Help me.”
“Drink your water, Milady.”
Zezi eyed the glass and took it from her.
“You have told me how everyone is in the Castle and what everyone thinks of me. What do you think of me, Gwen?”
Gwen looked away, wiping her hand on her apron.
“My opinions do not matter, Milady.”
“They do to me. Certainly, you must hate me now.”
“I do not.”
She met her eyes then, those eyes that were always filled with happiness and positivity lacked them totally.
“I feel betrayed. I begged you to give us a chance, and it felt like you did, but now, it felt like you never did.”
“Gwen—”
“But it is in you I believe. You may be guilty of this but there must be more to this story than we are being told.”
Zezi opened her mouth to speak but her words failed her.
Tears glimmered in Gwen’s eyes and Zezi tried to reach her, half expecting her to take a step back in recoil but she stayed there and let her wipe her tears away.
“And if there isn't more, then I understand and I guess that is what makes me angry the most! That I am on your side no matter what. I remain your Gwen.”
“My Gwen.”
Gwen hugged her and they wept as she promised her that she wouldn't let her do this alone.
“You will be happy again, Milady, I promise you.”
“I am so sorry, Gwen. Please, forgive me for letting you down.”
“It's alright,” she patted her back gently. “I understand.”
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