Meanwhile, Raziah had finished dressing herself and was now lying under the covers, praying for some sleep. After her outburst, they had simply torn their eyes at each other. He didn’t say a word after that, and she took that as a cue to dress. She left him sitting there for a while, and she was now under the covers while he was just a little to her right, unmoving.
She wasn’t gonna take back a single word she said because she meant it. She can’t be queen and rule over the ones she despised because she knows that she wouldn’t be fair to any of them. She wouldn’t be a good Queen to them, and that was something she didn’t want to do.
She stayed under the white sheets with her eyes closed and kept hoping for slumber to overtake her eyes and leave the real world. Her fingers and belly were hurting quite a little from all they had gone through, and it had her recalling how soft and careful his Majesty had been with her while bathing her a while ago.
"Hey!!" Aragon’s deep voice suddenly thundered in the room, and he jumped on the bed. Raziah’s eyes stretched open as he slid under the sheets, crawling up the bed to meet her there. Lying beside her, they stared at each other. Now he was glaring at her, his olive eyes steeling with flames and uproar, "Don’t you know you’re a monster too when you’re able to pull off all those superhuman movements?!" His voice came out as a low growl, and she was Frozen to her spot after hearing his words.
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The room...had no color.
The beds to the pieces of furniture had lost all their color and turned into this bland greyish color that was neither white nor black. The walls had taken the same change and the air around them, apart from his, was extremely gloomy. She wanted to know how he was able to alter the color of so many things around him, and if he was actually the one that did this, but then her attention was mostly on the flowers around them.
Aletta walked forward, unable to believe her eyes. The different variety of flowers had also lost their colors and turned bland. They were also...dead. The bouquets, the vases to the earth pots where the flowers grew were all dead and colorless, and the entire view was just...so sad. Like nothing could be done about it to bring it back to the way it was. The dead flowers are gone forever, and the dark and heavy air in the room will always remain the same.
The fear she felt the first time was gone, and something extremely deep tugged hard against her heart till a small tear rolled down her face.
"Why are you showing me this?" She whispered, unable to find her voice again. There was a lump inside her throat, "How...are you able to even do this? I thought you were a Vampire." She could barely continue. There was just something about the surrounding air, a familiar dense feeling that crept up her skin and kept telling her that he was responsible for this. Whatever he had done, whatever he was trying to achieve here...it just made her so sad.
"You said you didn’t want any of the flowers..."
"Did you have to...get rid of them this way?" Another tear rolled down her face, and it came with a certain cold. It’s been very long she last cried. Infact, she can’t remember when last she did. Things scare and sadden her all the time, but it’s never been this bad before.
"It’s my smoke. It never does anything good." Zoan replied and looked at the room. The place seemed all too familiar to him, and a tormented smile stretched across his lips. He knew he shouldn’t have followed his brother In there. As the oldest, he should have stopped them from going further into the sketchy and creepy forest they had stumbled upon, but curiosity had gotten the best of them.
"Your...Smoke?" She stumbled out, then reached out to feel one of the dead flowers in her hands. They had all fallen over with no strength in their stems to support them again, and most of them were looking so dried and shedding their leaves. She was just about to touch it when she stopped herself from doing so. There was a particular reason why she was very allergic to anything containing pollen, and even if it was dead and there was a better chance that nothing can happen to her, she shouldn’t risk it.
Zoan was behind her. Anything could happen.
"It destroys, and sucks away color," He replied like it was the only thing he’s ever known. Aletta didn’t know anything about the smoke he was speaking of, but his tone sounded so sincere and soft right now which was something that has never occurred between them.
"Can’t you... control it?"
"Sometimes, it just seeps out by itself."
"How often does this happen?" She was still standing with her back to him, simply staring at everything around her.
"When I get flashbacks I don’t want," He replied tightly, then let out a sigh. He smiled dryly at himself, wondering why on earth he was telling her about this without so much of a hesitation from him.
"You mean...bad memories?" He watched her try to touch a dried-out rose flower but instantly retracted her hands as if she was gonna get burnt.
"Lots,"
"Then...fill your memories with good ones. If you don’t have, then start making them. Look at all of this..." He heard her sniff, her shoulders sagged. She was speaking so low that he was pretty sure a human wouldn’t be able to hear her anymore, and it sounded like the meekest and fragile voice he’s heard from anyone...yet he could somehow feel a burst of strength that came forth the second she whipped around and faced him.
Her eyes were blazing with Melancholy. There was only one person he knew could make his eyes burn without even trying, though hers were different since it was brought on by the downheartedness that had filled her heart. Her lips trembled as she struggled to hold the tears, and her eyes looked like they were begging him not to continue on like this, "Stupid...stupid...How could you let it get this bad?! Aren’t you stronger than it? How dare you let it take control of you!?" She cried profusely, and now he couldn’t decide whether she was talking to him, or herself, or referring to the both of them.
"One or two or a thousand bad memories doesn’t decide who you are!" She was cupping his face the next second, her eyes shaking like they were about to fall off. Her hands were warm on his face, and her little fingers were extremely soft. He would break them with one simple twist.
The next tear that ran down her eyes drew all of his attention toward it, and he noticed something unusual about it. Her tears weren’t the normal colorless liquid, instead, it was whitish. Incredibly whitish that it looked almost crystal white to him, rolling down till it stopped under her chin, where the other little tears had gathered...and formed a bigger one.
And in front of his eyes, the huge tear dropped glistened in his eyes, dropped down from her chin and to the ground beneath them. Dropping on the floor, it suddenly expanded like a bright glow throughout the floor in a circular pattern, running across the floor and climbing up the walls. And like some magical spell, the room took back its normal color again...and the flowers came back to life. New petals grew out from the dead ones, and everything looked so...alive once again.
Everything became much more beautiful than before, and the glowing pattern of her expanding tear climbed up the roof, and met somewhere along the wall of the roof, forming a small piece of crystal and sticking solidly to that place.
Aletta’s heart was racing.
Some things are better off kept in the dark. At first, she didn’t understand what was happening to the room. She thought Zoan had given back what he took from it, till it all demystified itself and his gaze moved back to look at her. Aletta had quickly wiped off her tears, but she couldn’t rewind time and keep that from happening.
She just knew from the rattled look in his eyes that she had done all of that, and there was no way she would keep standing now. He could figure out her secret with that alone, and that was something she couldn’t afford right now. Yet, there was nothing she could do about it right now. It’s not like she could erase memories or something, and the realization scared the hell out of her more than anything.
She was warned several times...not to leave the underground house.
She didn’t listen, and the consequences were following suit.
Aletta’s eyes were spinning, and everything seemed to be going downhill for her. This couldn’t be happening. Why did it have to be the Prince of Erandell, of all people, to have seen her do this? Why did she have to cry about something that didn’t even concern her? But...it had been so nerve-racking to watch.
Her legs trembled, and she involuntarily took a step back when she noticed his lips moving like he was about to say something. She couldn’t breathe anymore, and her environment was becoming blurrier by the second. Before he could call out her name, she had already turned around and raced out of the room.
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