Beautiful Hell (Draft 1)

For almost one hundred years, a brutal and bloody struggle for dominance between the kingdom of Ra'Ziel and the plains of Torath has torn the world asunder, raining death and destruction upon the earth. But this war is coming to an end. With only a few descendants of both royal lines living, will there finally be peace? Alexandra Ra'Ziel wants nothing more than to end the feud that took her older brothers from her, but Tristan Torath has different plans. He wants - he needs - retribution for the wrongs he has suffered. And so their story begins. Because anyone can find vengeance, but only a rare few achieve true justice.

Ok yeah, so here's the thing. I'm rewriting this story, so anybody who wants to read the new chapters (as I edit and revise them) can find them on my page. The Movella is titled Beautiful Hell (Re-imagined). And yeah, it's way way way better than this one, but also way more graphic too.


25. Alexandra Maria Ra'Ziel

            He killed James. James is killing him. Jasper asked me to… The thoughts chased themselves through Alex’s head, none able to fully form. As soon as she looked back at Tris, she knew the story was true, if not the motive. Pain and fear glittered in his green eyes. A memory of insanity and death, pleasure and horror.

            “Now that you see sense, Alexandra, step away from him. And boy, if you release my daughter, you shall have your peace.” The way he said it frightened Alex. She had the sudden feeling that her father wasn’t talking about ending the war.

            Tris took her arm lightly and drew her from the tent. There might have been other words said, but in her sudden apprehension, Alex missed them. Then the chain was gone from around her neck.

            “Ali, Ali look at me. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. I-” And Alex burst out laughing.

            “You think I care about James right now, Tris? What are you doing? Will your father really keep peace for five years?”

            “No. But I will. Anzel Torath’s time is done. He sealed that yesterday. Now, listen to me Alexandra Ra’Ziel.” He used her full name for the first time. “I promised to set you free, and free you shall be. I am not just trading you to them. You are free. You make your own choices now. You can choose to stay or go.”

            Alex felt tears collecting in her eyes again. She could already see them shining in his, along with hope. Her tears were for the dream she was about to crush. “Tris. Tris, I want to. You can never understand how much I want you, but I can’t stay here. My father will think you are holding me. He won’t believe me. They will attack, and they will kill you. I can’t let that happen.”

            “Then, Ali, promise me one thing. Tell them I raped you. They can’t fault you for that, but no nobles will court you. If William is half the man you seem to think he is, he’ll understand. You can still be happy, Ali.” And then Tris’ eyes hardened, and his face closed. With one swift movement, he shoved Nikarae’s reins into her hand, and turned away.

            “Tris, wait. Jasper, he want you to keep his cat. Her name is Konni.” And, for one second, Alex thought Tris smiled. She soaked it up, knowing it was the last time she would see him smile. Knowing that this was the end.

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