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 :)


32. Act 31

All the councilors acknowledged me when I walked in. They had been in council while I was asleep and were planning their next move. It had been decided that they would stay here and recuperate their troops, and then when most had been healed enough for battle they would lay siege against the castle. It was simple and to the point, but would definitely offer as a great distraction. I ducked out of the tent at my first opportunity, guided by my stomach in search of food.

            Amidst the grief of the citizens something smelled delicious. Someone was definitely cooking in this dire hour and my gut lead me straight to their tent. It was huge, spanning the length of four or five houses. When I stepped inside there were rows of tables in the front and a collection of stoves set up in the back. By the smell of it beef stew was on the menu tonight. Or perhaps it was day, being inside the cave I felt my perception of time being robbed from me. Shaking away the feeling, I headed back to the assembly line of people waiting to have the stew dished into their bowls. The tantalizing smell of the roasting meat and seasoned vegetables called to my stomach, and my stomach unabashedly called back.

            After helping myself to two bowls of the stew I left back to the councilors tent. While I had been eating I came to terms with having to go to the Forbidden Zone and had decided that it was time I told the councilors. As expected, they did not approve of the plan, but after some conversing and providing my side of the case they reluctantly conceded. I could understand their fear of sending the last blood heir into unknown territory, but desperate times called for desperate measures. 

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