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 :)


12. Act 11

After that day, I avoided the dungeon. It was simply too much to handle, at least without a plan. Now was not a time for reckless action, I had to be precise because I could not afford any mistakes. Straiyer had been monitoring me closely by staying with me during my time in the court, when he would normally go off and see to some military duties, or during my rare study times, he would sit in on my lessons and add in information. Even when he was not around me, I could sense his eyes following my every move.

During the day I held my breath and willed myself to act normal. I would do my daily duties, and my father’s. It had now been almost two weeks since his episode, and the progress he had made was minimal. Every time I would visit him after that day I confronted him, he never looked at me. Although this hurt, I didn’t regret my actions. I did what had to be done, as a royal he should understand that.

Still, even if he did decide to ignore me I visited him every day during the rare moments I had to myself. At night, while he was resting, I would return to my room and begin planning for the events to come. Though I did not know what Straiyer had in store for me, it at least benefited me to be prepared in some form or another. I began by memorizing Ida’s map and the words to open the door. Then, I moved onto organizing the information I had. Ida had recounted Straiyer’s entire schedule to me and I wrote it down on a sheet of paper. From there I wrote down what I knew, the questions I had for the sorcerer, and what the information meant. I could not answer that last part very well, most of what I came up with were guesses at best.

I sighed in frustration, there was so much I didn’t know, so much I wasn’t prepared for! How did I expect to protect my kingdom when I can barely figure out how to protect myself from evil wizards and conniving advisors. I snickered at my thoughts, all I was armed with were some child bedtime stories and a gut feeling.

I woke up seated at my writing desk with my face buried in papers. When I lifted my head to look out the window the ink on the pages stuck to my face, momentarily tattooing my face with squiggles. I looked at my unorganized notes and sighed, at least it allowed me to clear room in my head for more information.

It had been more than a week since my visit to the dungeon. I knew I had to go back, and it had to be soon. During my Straiyer observations, I had noticed small changes in his mannerisms. He was too good to give out any definite keys but from the tiny details, like the slight wrinkle in his normally pristine clothes, or how, as of late, he has been clasping his hands behind his back instead of normally in the front. These all hinted to the possibility of him being nervous. The only reason he might be nervous is if another plan is about to go off. If that was the case I had to be ready. 

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