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 :)


4. Act 3

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I awoke by the touch of a servant lightly tapping my shoulder.

            “Princess, it is time for dinner,” the young girl said quietly. My eyes opened groggily and I sat up. For a moment, I didn’t remember how I ended up in the flowers, but then it all came flooding back. I thanked her quietly before standing up. I brushed the grass and dirt off of my dress, then began to make my way towards the dining hall.

            I entered the huge room and made my way across it towards the dais where the main table rested. In the center of it was my father, and to his left sat Straiyer. I took a seat in the empty chair to his right and looked at the guests that were seated at table lining the walls. Every week, a district from the kingdom was invited to dine with the royal family. They came and dined while watching the court jesters and musicians perform for them. Normally, I enjoyed these district dinners, the merry atmosphere always made me smile. But tonight I was sullen, and daydreamed in a world of my own as dinner was set before me.

            My thoughts strayed this way and that, wondering about power and peace until the sound of glass breaking, and a scream pulled me out of my stupor. My heart leaped as my eyes turned to my father’s shaking body. For a moment I was petrified in my seat, as I took in the sight of him. His eyes had rolled back into his head, and he shook like a rabid dog. It looked like a scene straight out of one of the night stories he used to tell me. He told me that monsters lived in the castle, and if I didn’t go to sleep they would jump inside my body because my eyes were open. A monster had leaped inside my father, and I had to help him. With my senses regained, I rushed to his aid as subjects shouted for the doctor. I pulled his chair out and moved his body to the ground and held his head in my lap. Suddenly, he stopped moving and his wide eyes closed. I put my fingers to his neck, checking for a pulse as the doctor and his aides arrived.  They directed me out of the way as one of the aides took my spot and the doctor searched for a pulse.

            I stood to the side and watched as they carried my father out on a stretcher, back to his room. My eyes glanced around, looking at the chaos. Some of the villagers were crying, others still frozen by shock.  The only one who seemed to be unaffected was Straiyer, who had been standing by the back wall, watching everything. Unlike the rest of the room, Straiyer did not show an ounce of concern or worry. To the contrary, he seemed almost pleased, as if he had expected this. Although I wanted to order the guards to arrest him I knew that I had no proof, and therefore would only cast suspicion back upon me. Instead, I quelled my emotions and faced the villagers. I told them to return to their homes tonight, and ordered the servants to clean up the room. After getting everyone back in order I glanced at my father’s dinner and drink. His wine had been spilt but his dinner was still there. I had one of the servants take his dinner and empty goblet back to my study. As gave the order, I could feel Straiyer walking towards me. I turned to face him, not allowing any fear to show on my face.

            “Your Majesty, it is my job to conduct an investigation on this and to determine if it was an accident or not.” I could see in his eyes the little respect he had for me. I knew he saw me as a nuisance, but I would not allow him to underestimate me.

            “Your job, Straiyer, is to advise the king. Due to events, I am now in charge, meaning that I shall chose who conducts an investigation. Until this can be determined without a doubt to be an accident, I shall conduct the investigation.” My tone was strong and sharp, allowing my own words to fill me with confidence. His eyes gleamed with condescension as he watched me.

            “I understand your distress, Princess, but the law states that investigations of the crown cannot be run by family members, since they stand to gain the most and are most likely to tamper with the evidence,” he told me matter of factly, as if he was talking to a child. My fists clenched with anger, but my countenance did not betray my emotions. Still, I could not openly disobey the law, in such a difficult situation, blame could fall anywhere. It was best to make sure you were not beneath it when it hits.

            “Very well.”  It hurt my mouth to voice those words to him, but I could not help but concede. I could feel an air of victory emanating from him as he bowed and went off to deal with business. Alone, I stood there trying to keep my head, before going off to find my father.

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