Days passed since Luna and Helena joined the witch in royal cells. The prince's wife itched her head then looked at her nails, dirt had soiled under her nails. Not many days had passed and her feature now was pure mess desperate, and dirty.
"My lady, just accept what the king wished and end this suffering, I'll be alright. I am going to accept the crime and you will be free."
"No, Helena! Elenore said that they will kill you. You can't stand a chance."
Helena swallowed hard, but she was dry of any wet to soothe her. She had nothing to say when Luna directed to that but her lady was sacrificing herself for her.
"Do you think that prince Wilmore had received your letter?"
Luna hugged her knees, she wasn't sure if Kate could make it out to send the letter. If she knew all of these might come the way, she would have spent more time with Wilmore, she wouldn't refuse to read him the book, escaping with him more and many other things that she could do but she didn't.
"I wanted him to know that I love him but it seems I have to wait." She looked at the letter that Wilmore left him, she had read it almost every day to push herself not to give in simply.
"Why are you so loyal to him?"
Asked Clara from the other side of the wall.
"Who do you mean exactly?"
"The king!"
"He had mistakes, but he has been doing his best to take care of us and not all of his mistakes were his fault."
Clara blinked and they heard the locks and Bryant entered the witch's cell.
"You must come with me, today is your judgmental court!"
He announced and master Gaven appeared, waving a hand the chains moved. Clara touched the magic locker that faerie had put on her, it was burning on her neck.
"Your agenda came out of the blue!"
Clara taunted.
"The parliament had desired to question you."
Clara looked at him blankly, she didn't expect this and everything had gotten too long. King Rozen must be aware of what she had done and would make sure Clara exhaled her last breath before speaking.
"They want to know that who do you work with!"
Master Gaven stated.
"Master Gaven, isn't she working for mother of vampires?"
Luna jumped up and asked him.
"Well, a bird came from the south and it revealed to us that this girl is a perfect lier." He replied.
"I've written a letter for prince Wilmore, did any reply come?"
Bryant frowned upon that, she shouldn't have done that.
"Lady Luna, he is at war and you should not write for him."
Luna clenched her fists, she would definitely write love letters for him to let this jealous beast burn.
She sat on the edge of the stone bench that was carved on the wall when they unlocked the door of their cell.
"Lady Luna, you are free! Your innocence has been proved!" Master Gaven declared.
Luna was left in disbelief, stiffed where she was but quickly found herself.
"Do you really believe that she had sustained such a crime?"
"All clues are against her and we must wait for the court's decree."
Bryant stated coldly.
"How can you believe it? She didn't poison anyone."
She pleaded loudly, standing up, tears popped out of her eyes and rained down her cheeks. She felt her hot hands on her shoulder and turned back to hug her.
"Luna, look! You could overcome the devil, don't let them break you down and I'll be in peace."
Those words made Luna even more desperate, burning.
"If we don't punish her, the mistresses' family will make certain that she will die."
The old dwarf stated.
"Go, my lady! I will make sure we will be best friends in the next life."
She kissed Luna's cheeks and put the prince's letter in her hand.
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Luna was walking up the stairs hardly, life had been sprinkling out of her. She saw Kate and Elenore rushing to her when she reached the floor.
"Oh, my darling!" Elenore was amazed seeing her, she had become skinny and weak, if it wasn't for Captain Nemo, she hardly could bring it up to move forward.
"Kate, go bring her food, make sure meat will be in her dish."
Elenore demanded and the girl had no reason to kill more time there, so she headed out for the kitchen.
Bringing Luna to the chamber, the bathroom was already competent for her to be clean of the dirt that tugged into her skin.
"They will kill an innocent person and it is all because of me and Wilmore. How can I endure this Elenore?"
Elenore took her to bathe her, getting rid of that stink that clung to her during the time, she led her to the warm water.
"Listen, stop crying, things are not like what you heard."
She couldn't tell her the truth as she wasn't allowed, "just trust me. No will die."
Luna closed her eyes. Her mind was full of questions, her mouth parted to ask her about her letter but changed her mind, he would have been dangled with war and she could not be a distraction. That bastard Bryant was unnerving yet spoke the fact.
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Inside the court, Clara scanned the presenters and her eyes stopped on Livia. That was her sister, she was seeking any sort of emotion for her but she couldn't find even a tinge of it. She looked wicked and mysterious and the gentle meaningful grin on her face made it even worse. But her face was so familiar, indeed! Where did she see her?
The noisy folks who were grumbling sounded like flies buzzing over her head for her stink greasy body. She pouted at the dwarf beside her. Nevertheless, those old men weren't the only thorn in her eyes, those old graciously dresses chubby women on the first line of her left side were more pestering, must be the members of Queen's council. Their eyes were cleaving her nerves like she was dropped between a gang of wolves and could feel their paws tearing her skin, greedily.
"Master Gaven, I am sure you had enough time to get to know her."
Livia exclaimed, meaning that it was time for him to speak but the fae was dedicated to the king, not his daughter.
This voice, Clara closed her eyes and clamped her brain to chase after the memory, she had heard this voice, this face but where did she meet her? King Rozen! He popped into her head and right after that, she remembered Sargona, the night they met.. She saw princess Livia there! Did they have affairs? If they did then, she couldn't bear her death by giving his name into this court.