The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)


11. Act 10

I went through my day in a daze. My head felt swollen with the amount of new information it recently obtained. If that man had been down there for years, why had Straiyer kept him alive for so long? Was he so strong that it had taken this long for Straiyer to wear him down? And what he had mentioned about Straiyer’s plans, was he just trying to spook me, or was Straiyer really going to try to take over the kingdom and the world? My head spun and pounded, concocting a great recipe for a maigraine. I sighed and sat down on the throne as the villagers came in with their complaints. I knew I was supposed to listen, but concentration at that point was near impossible. My mind began to wander, desperate for a distraction from everything. Desperate enough, to think about those eyes. What was that feeling, that urge to fall into his gaze? It felt as though I could have just merged with him, or even worse, invited him in me. That feeling reminded me of the door. The word did not really hit me until that moment, but all of the events of last night were more than abnormal. They contained magic. There was no doubt in my mind of this, but it did make the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. Magic was outlawed in these lands and those who possessed the power to summon it were thought to be extinct. It did humans no good to be in possession of it before, there would be no good in bringing it back now. And then, the thought occurred to me; I had been confronted by magic, and had repelled it. If it wasn’t for that nighttime story my father had told me all those years ago, I had no idea what would have happened. I wondered if the same would hold true for the other stories he told me. Did they all teach lessons to protect me against magic? If so then my father must have known, even back then, that at one point I would meet a sorcerer, and would need to know how to defend myself. That also had to mean that my father had, at one point, use of that knowledge, meaning he had confronted a sorcerer in the past. Perhaps it had been the same one every time, or maybe there were more out there, waiting to strike and take reclaim their ancient right. If only I could go back and ask more questions. There was so much that I didn’t know. I feared that ignorance would lead me to my defeat against Straiyer. I did not sense my thoughts running away with my head until all eyes in the court were focused on me. I looked from the court attendants, to the villagers, and to Straiyer who had been standing beside me for I have no idea how long. This sudden attention caused embarrassment to flood my cheeks as I sheepishly asked the villager to repeat his request. Even as a stand in for my father, it was expected that I would be able to run the kingdom without a hitch during his recovery. I had to do better to at least put on airs that I could handle what I was doing. Whether I actually could was an entirely different story that eventually I would find the answer to.
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