Later that night, Princess Beatrice once more waited under the blanket of night to go seek out the Demon King. She wore a wine colored satin gown with spaghetti straps. Matching robe and slippers. Her hair was down, it flowed freely in a soft wavy mass around her. She quietly walked down the steps.
She saw no sign of anyone. She slipped inside the small chapel, found the marker for the secret passageway and pulled the lever open quietly. She walked inside. This time there was no fear, only dread and anger when the passageway closed behind her. Her small candle flickered as she ventured further.
She went down the long winding steps once more. She found the black the book still sitting in the center of the room inside of a dark pentagram she had never noticed before. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind. The war had changed her. She could feel the submissive, quiet Princess inside of her fading away into something else.
