ione 6th installmentAllow me. He said it so easily. As if she could just up and abandon everything, as if her place here meant nothing. Simmering coals of emotion turned in her gut. How could he even begin to assume she would accept such an offer? How dare he assume she needed rescuing!
“Do you even know of whom you speak to?” She spat through clenched teeth, feeling specks of hot saliva hit her cheek. Ione turned her gaze up to the man who held her to the floor. Watching a reaction of alarm pass briefly over his features. “I am not some lovesick dairy maid, free to walk away from her troubles!” She felt her veins grow taught as her muscles drew strength, empowering her to overpower his own. Suddenly his weight dissipated, he was not but a feather, and she was solid steel. His eyes grew wide, as she simply lifted her arms up from under his grasp. His mouth gaped, as she began to sit up before him, her face now inches from his.
ione 5th installmentThey say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that was true, than this princess's soul had been sold into hell. Pupils that grew slanted like a cats, were so black light could not reflect. Rims coated in gold that bled in crimson veins over bronze crystal irises. They were ablaze, under the shadow of her brow, like topaz set on fire. Green flecks shimmered across her flesh, just for a moment, in the wavering candlelight. Breath growing heavy, blew sweltering hot against his face and carried an alarmingly familiar scent. That unforgettable chalky, metallic smell of something burning. Of sulfur. The hair on the nape of his neck stood on end as a dark, electric mist fell on the air. His gut lurched at the dawning of a reality. “My god...”
She stood, pressed against the door as if an invisible force was holding her there. Face ashen, mouth agape. Hands opening and closing, as if trying to grasp the air her lungs stopped breathing. Eyes flickering, like a hungry new flame. Hi
ione ~5th installment PREVIEWThey say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that was true, than this princess's soul had been sold into hell. Pupils, slanted like a cats, were so black light could not reflect. Rims coated in gold that bled into crimson veins over bronze crystal irises. They were ablaze, under the shadow of her brow, like topaz set on fire. Green flecks shimmered across her flesh, just for a moment, in the wavering candlelight. Breath growing heavy, blew sweltering hot against his face and carried an alarmingly familiar scent. That unforgettable chalky, metallic smell of something burning. Of sulfur.
The hair on the nape of his neck stood on end as a dark, electric mist fell on the air. His gut lurched at the dawning of an impossible reality.
ione 4th installmentA matching set of emeralds pierced through her guard, sending a shiver of vulnerability down her spine. It went straight to her gut, mixing in with the toxic juices of fear and hurt. Causing a chemical signal to pulse through her veins, up through her nerves, setting them into action. Her hand raising in reaction, and colliding against his face as a result. Consequently, the man staggered back, allowing her a chance to evacuate his reach. In this moment of freedom, she reached for the pillow at the head of her bed, pulling the dagger out from underneath. As the Mercenary turned back to face her, she held the point of the blade firmly under his chin. Slowly, he raised his hands, but remained where he stood.
“Either way, you are a threat to me.” She breathed through clenched teeth, feeling hot bile rise in her throat. The man, whose face was now holding a tight-lipped expression, turned his hands slightly inwards in a gesture of innocence, or compliance. She took advant
ione 3rd installmentRemarkable. He mused, shifting his balance against the ledge of the balcony roof. It was the perfect seat for Princess watching. He'd been studying her frame for several minutes now -since she'd scared him near to death by her brisk appearance. She's definitely human, that's a start. The rumors originally had described the sheltered princess as a weak, frail, prisoner (clearly this was not the case). Doomed, they said, by a Dragon Moon to be forever hunted by a winged demon of legend. Pity and compassion had been sung upon her. The deaths of her suitors seen as fated tragedy -dying in glory for the freedom of a fair maiden! As it were. But as more princes were buried, the more suspicion arose. And when news of the Queen's crippled state reached the common folk, terror swept over the kingdom. Acclamations of witch craft, and demon pacts were cried out in the streets. The rumors turning against the now feared Princess. Since none had seen the girl since childho
ione ~2nd installment"What is wrong with me?"
Ione reflected, picking at the woven silk strands of her bed linen. It had been six months since her mother had screamed the question at her. Six months...and she still felt no pain.
“I really am a monster." She sighed.
Immediately regretting the taste of the words, the Princess threw a hard punch into the pillow before lunging off the bed. Walking towards her balcony, Ione grabbed the golden brocade robe from the floor, wrapping it swiftly around her shoulders. The sweet scent of honeysuckle, carried on a cool midnight breeze, kissed the tip of her nose. Brushing against her ears, soft as the tone of a waltz that was playing in the ballroom below. Bright yellow light beamed from the windows, blinking in the darkness with each twirling couple. She could not tell the count, however, it was the 22nd anniversary of peace, so the entire kingdom was most likely invited. Well, the entire kingdom minus one. Herself.
It was for the best, however. Ever since the d
ione ~1st installment“Whats wrong with you? Answer me!”
She yelled over the table, louder this time than the first three. I swear the stone walls of my chamber quaked. I know I should respond, I know she thinks I'm being disrespectful. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But my skin is crawling. Knuckles swelling. I don't really want to hurt her, but I can feel the lining of my throat starting to burn, like I'm burping up fire. I know that if I open my mouth, I will spew heated hatred, like lava; with every breath, blowing venomous words onto her skin -just so I could watch it melt from her bones. So that she could know how it felt. My skin had once been soft and smooth too. Her chalk-powdered face scrunching muscles so harshly I could feel the dust of her makeup falling onto my forehead like ashes. Next came her nails -painted red like blood, clawing, digging into my wrists. But I did not feel pain. My skin had long ago hardened against them.
“What happened to the him, Ione?”