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 :)


5. Act 4

The doctor worked through the night, trying to diagnose my father. I sat outside his chambers listlessly until finally the doctor invited me in to see him. My father lay in his opulent bed as still as the dead. If it had not been for the steady rise and fall of his chest, I would have thought him to be dead.

            “Did you figure out what has happened?” I asked the doctor quietly. I dared not to speak above a hushed tone because he might have heard the way it warbled if I spoke any louder.

            “We are still unsure, your majesty. It seems that the king has been paralyzed. We are not sure what has caused it, nor a cure, but we will continue to look.” His promise held anything but hope in it. The doubt in his face made that self-evident.

            “Is he at least aware of what is going on around him?” I asked, hoping that maybe he would understand if I spoke to him.

            “I am not sure, but I believe that he is,” the doctor responded. “But for right now, it is important for him to get some rest. You as well Princess, should return to your room and sleep for a while. I promise to post an attendant here, he shall be well looked after.”

            My reluctance showed on my face, but I did not argue with the doctor. With one last glance at my father,  I left the room. I made sure to post two guards at his door before I began heading back to my room. On my way, I stopped by the servants’ quarter and called one of the girls over. She was the young one, about thirteen perhaps, that had awoken me in the courtyard earlier. I took her back to my room in silence and locked the door. I must have looked serious because she was trembling with fear when I turned towards her.

            “What is your name?” I asked her quietly. Her eyes wouldn’t quite meet mine as we spoke.

            “Ida, your majesty,” she replied.

            “Are you good at hiding, Ida?” I studied her small frame. She was thin, and did not make much noise when we were walking here. Even with only the two of us in this room, she did not carry much of a presence.

            “I suppose,” she responded, confusion tainted her voice.

            “You suppose?” I repeated her. I expected her to step back as I walked towards her, but she held her ground.

            “I mean yes, Princess,” she corrected.

            “Good. Ida, I need you to do something for me. This requires absolute secrecy.” I paused, allowing my words to sink in a little bit as I circled her. “I need you to follow Straiyer, I want to know everywhere he goes, and what he does. Can you do this for me?”

            She took a hard swallow, and let out the breath she had been holding. I could see her calculating my request in her mind. Finally she nodded in agreement.

            “Thank you. Your job starts now,” I tell her. Without hesitating she nods and leaves. I sigh and sit down on my bed. She may not be trained in espionage, but only servants know all of the secret passages and corridors in the castle. I had faith that Ida would do her job well. 


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