It's said that one can't see anything in the cover of darkness.
The sky, which was covered by the darkness, was cold and quite in there. It gave a chill feeling as if the darkness would engulf anything. As the darkness would peek down on her. Her beautiful doll-like appearance. She resembled the pale crescent moon that glinted like a silvery claw in the night sky. The Oppenheimer Blue Diamond, like her eyes, were terrified while her shoulders slumped in fear. In a weak breathy voice she asked.
"W-why?....."
She wanted an answer. She did everything that she was ordered to do, so far that she even poisoned Archduke Weselton as the marquee Bécholot ordered. The Archduke Weselton was the first person who treated her warmly. Even so, she killed him as the marquee ordered. She just wanted to live a bit longer. But that doesn't mean she did everything on her own. She doesn't have any choice.
"I....did everything that had been ordered, so, why?"
"You, you don't have value anymore" Her long dark red hair was blowing in the wind. Her light blue eyes would catch the light, glistering brightly in the dark. She would look down while her pink cheeks would become slightly blushed up and her lips would rise up. That woman would smile wickily while she would hold her long black dress gracefully. For a noble lady to wear a dress like this is not common.
"Seriously, I thought it was too much of time we have given you so far, but you still did a great job. Melantha, I was so glad that everything was going according to the plan. You worked hard to assassinate his royal grace Weselton. I was going to be crowned as the crown princess as the deal was made. If only, if only your fiance didn't step in".
Malantha's weak shoulders, which were trembling a moment ago, were flinched in stunneness. Her face was horrified by the terror. When she suddenly echoes about her fiance. Malantha Béchalot's fiance is the sole hair of the Weselton family, the next Archduke Weselton, who disappeared in air after his father's death. Everyone thought he was dead by the time. Everything was going according to marquee directions and, as the deal was made by the royal family. Charlotte Béchalot, the youngest and official daughter of Marquee Bécholot, was going to be crowned as the crown princess and as the wife of the crown prince. Everyone thought that was the end of Archduke Weselton's family.
'It was a big mistake!'
The day before the crown ceremony, the emperor was found dead with a letter declaring war. Everything was messed up. The marquee was furious about the sudden declaration of war. Because of this, the crown ceremony was held back. The marque stays calm and he got full control over the royal place. Before, the crown prince was killed at the hands of a young archduke. The throne was taken by the fourth prince of the royal family, who followed the next master of Archduke Weselton. The new master of the Weselton family.
The fact that the emperor has a precious bond to the Archduke Weselton, the truth behind this precious bond is the emperor blindly follows the Archduke Weselton. Besides, a known fact is that high society nobles, even commoners know this. Of course, marquee Bécholot is not someone who would follow someone. He was a person who wanted to rule over people. That's why he changed the scheme.
Charlotte was glaring down at Melantha, who was stunned by it. Smirking villainously, Charlotte left the chain of Malantha with her black embroidery folded handheld fan. Those blue diamond-like eyes were looking dully at Charlotte. It was dim and gloomy, filled with darkness partly. Charlotte was well pleased by the dread look of Melantha.
"My good sister, by now you must have realized everything. And I hope you do, because you are no longer useful to me nor to the family. More than anything, father was also upset because of you." drawing near to Melantha, Charlotte would whisper something to Melantha.
"Do you get that? My good sister, father, is really annoyed by you. When father gets annoyed by things around him you know what he will do, right?" Charlotte was whispering sweetly to Malantha like a sly snake which was ready to bite her with her poisonous fangs.
"Until now, everything... which was happening to me, were you and your father doing?" Malantha would ask while her eyes shifted to Charlotte. Charlotte was stunned by Malantha's looks. For the first time Charlotte was scared of Malantha's words and her eyes, which were dead black.
'I must be mistaken', Charlotte thought.
"Are you talking about Viscountess Dallarose's party? Ho, come on sister, I thought you would have known by now. Seeing your still asking me so stupidly, you are indeed a half-breed after all." Saying so, Charlotte picked herself up while covering her face on the surface with her black embroidery handheld fan, but her light blue eyes were gleaming wickily in the dark.
Melantha would smirk with her dead eyes. "My lady already knows that I'm a half-breed. So I hope you will give a proper answer to this stupid half-breed." Melantha would bow her head while placing her hand on her chest. She said it neatly.
'That's why I hate you....' even though Charlotte covered her face with the handheld fan, her eyes clearly showed hostility.
"You were in our way, even though you were easy to remove from his grace. That was not enough of the reason. And the Viscountess Dallarose party was a good thing to use as to destroy your image. Your social status as a half-breed was also good use. I'll be honest, don't you enjoy your night with those young men? Of course, I selected them by myself after all. Did you enjoy it?"
Malantha was frozen midway because she still remembered that night. Those human-like animals were forced on her one after another.Those animals were eating her by scratching her deeply. She screamed her heart out for help but no one was there to help her. It was a trauma for her, a deep wound in her heart. Even after all of this, she was criticized by everyone. Those nauseous looks as if they're looking through her body. It made her break total.
Charlotte sighed as she glared at Melantha. " After all of this, do you still think you will be Archduke Weselton's fiance? Father thinks it would be a waste if you stood next to his grace and it was when we found you useless."
At those last words Melantha felt a horrible pain in her heart. It was as if someone was taking her heart out of her body with a tight grip. Suddenly it was hard to breathe. She collapsed on the floor while clutching her heavy chest. Her eyes were filled with tears because of the unbearable pain in her chest. Slowly her eyesight also became dim. It was when she saw Charlotte leaving.
"Please... I beg you..ugh, please I-I want to live...I want...neg-please, my...my lady", Melantha mumbled in a low voice.
Charlotte was as pleased as punch and overjoyed with the results of the first round. 'This is only the start.'
"What should I do with her, my lady?" Charlotte's personal maid asked.
"Throw her out of here. Anywhere is fine, just don't let anyone find her body." Charlotte would say while glaring at the dark night sky.
"She is still alive. If you don't mind, should we throw her in the dark forest?"
"Do anything, I don't mind anymore. I am tired"
"Yes, my lady."