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 :)


31. Act 30

Despite my anger, exhaustion over took me quickly into a deep, dreamless slumber. I don’t remember how I woke, I just remember feeling a chill and brightness stinging the sleep away from my eyes. Shielding them with my hand, I slowly cracked open my eyelids and saw Caiden sitting at the desk. My eyes scanned around the room, finally resting on my leg that stuck out from beneath the blanket. That explained the chill. Slowly, I brought it back under, cuddling it close to my body as I sat up. Upon noticing my movement, Caiden glanced over at me. “How long have I been asleep,” I croaked. My dry throat seemed to crack with every breath I took. Before I could even ask, Caiden was at my side with a cup of water in his hand. He offered it to me and I took it graciously, sipping the cold liquid a little at a time to ease my parched throat. “Almost a full day,” he told me, taking the cup back after I had emptied it. I nodded, feeling the grogginess of sleep slowly fade away. “The councilmen wanted you to sleep as much as you could due to what lies ahead. “ I move to stand but he just puts a hand on my shoulder. “There is no hurry for you to get up right away, relax for a few moments.” He stood, setting the cup on the desk, “I’ll let them know you are awake.” He disappeared out of the tent, leaving me alone with solitude. I stretched my arms out wide, shaking the sleep out of my bones, and yawned once before finally rising to my feet. I noticed the water pitcher next to my cup and poured myself some more. Downing it quickly, I poured a little into my hand and splashed it onto my face. The refreshing feeling finally made me feel awake. My eyes glanced around the room, landing on the dress they had brought in for me hanging in the corner. I walked over to it, noting the fine stitching on the dark purple cloth. My fingers grazed the edge of the smooth silk, tracing up the neckline and down the left arm. For a moment, I tried to imagine the noble woman who gave up this dress for me to wear; it must have been the finest thing she owned. It was something suited for a noble woman, and me too at one point, but not now. Now, I had to be a leader and a warrior. It was my duty to travel to distant lands, and to hopefully find a solution. My journey was not suited for a dress. I left the tent, still in my bloodstained tunic and trousers, and marched off to the councilors’ tent.
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