It came to my realization that someone cleaned me up during my 'sleep'.
And my light injuries were all healed up after Xavier's kiss. Feeling the slight delusion of invincibility due to Xavier's essence protecting me, I ought do do something drastic. Something... evil, painful, worth gloating about to Matilda. Now, what would that be?
Aha! My to-do list. Burn the Castle down! Or at the very least, a part of it and watch people scramble in fear and the smell of burnt ashes- of creatures of course. My revenge was not limited to a certain person.
Few minutes after Xavier left, I laid on the bed, jobless and blank. Wanting to find excitement in this imprisonment. Even back in the prison, I could scream and curse and the guards but now, I had no one to witness my madness.
So I have decided, I will make them come to me.
Humming my fav song, I danced a little bit of ballet- quite awful considering I knew nothing about it but well, my choice.
I moved to the door and and tried to open it but as expected, locked.
I scoffed. Who was Xavier kidding? Just a room to keep me caged?
I turned around and faced the room, the corners of my lips raised in a slight demonic smile.
As long as it's a non enchanted wall, it's alright. But considering this was Xavier's room... Everything is bound to be enchanted.
But to those who think I'm helpless- I have only one word. Suck ma ass. Okay, three.
"Hahahaha!" I laughed, wondering when I'd be officially branded as mad. If the social circle didn't already knew about my little demonstration outside the Palace.
Conjuring my inner flame, burning up my life force, I released an earth shattering scream. Just for the sake of why not.
Fire spread out from my open palms as I turned, engulfing the entire room in blazing purple flames.
"And that, my friends, is how you break and enchanted room."
I could've done this in the prison but my wrists were bound by enchanted chains. And even before I completed my series of curses on Xavier, I was knocked out pathetically with magic. A pathetic sight. This is way more grand. Burning the castle. A perfect display of my powers.
I doubt the guards are much within the palace grounds, just perfect for my escape. This was a festive season, after all.
When I escape, I have no plans after that. Why think when I could just not think? If death is the answer, anyways.
Matilda, I'm sorry for living a reckless life but this is way more better than being Xavier's mate. Or living that caged life.
I sat in the middle of the room, on the floor, biting my nails as I watched my art. The barriers were trying to resist but with my flames and my life force, it was bound to be futile.
Next on my list would be... Countess Merilee.