The courthouse of Prythia was filled with high faes of different classes, from Lords and ladies to Kings and queens each person waits in anticipation to know what fully happened. The news spread wilder and faster than fire and most faes attended to know if what happened was true as it was an unbelievable story.
The guard at the door announces the arrival of the High Queen and everyone went to their seats. The doors open and Arminthe steps in with her glory and authority radiating out of her and her aura carried more than a strong presence, it carried anger as well. She sat on her throne and crossed her legs as the whole court stood up to greet her, she signals with her hand for them to sit down and they did.
"Bring in the prisoner!" her cold voice echoes in the room bringing fear to the faes, and the guards left to bring in Poppy.
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Poppy couldn't sleep again after the nightmare and beating from the Fae woman, she didn't even attempt to sleep even though it might be her last. She just lays on the ground not thinking or moving like she was dead already. The unusual cold in the cave like cell pierced into her skin like rusted needles but she laid there feeling numb both physically and mentally.
The door opens and footsteps were heard in the distance but she didn't move, instead she only hugs her knees to her chest the more to give her warmth, the footsteps gets louder and stop before the cell, the bars opened and Poppy hears more footsteps, she felt two big hands lifting her up and throwing her over a shoulder, she was been carried away while feeling the harsh cold wind that blew as she separated her arms from her body.
When they got out, Poppy didn't open her eyes for a while since her eyes were open in darkness. She finally opens them but closed them back immediately when she felt the stinging pain of light in her eyes. They enter the building and Poppy finally opens her eyes, they might be in the palace her heart races in panic at the thought when she saw the decorations in gold. They get to a room with a large wood like door and the guard enters, he throws Poppy onto the tiled floor, Poppy hisses as she hit her elbow on the ground, feeling a stinging pain between the bones located there, she rubs her elbow with her already aching left hand, she carried her head up and took a look around, the faes gave her glares in disgust to which caught her sight and she could only sigh tiredly.
"Who are you human and why did you kill the high lady?!" the woman who looked like a queen with black hair and tan skin questions her with a growl. Poppy's dry throat dries out the more, she didn't know how to answer such question, she sniffled her blocked nose.
"I'm Poppy, Poppy Darian" then she pauses, "And I didn't mean to kill her. it was a mistake..."
"Lier!" Poppy hears from her back and turns, the red hair woman came forward and her green eyes shone brightly at her, Poppy removed her eyes from the Fae and looked down.
"Syria please sit down." the Queen commands and she walks to her seat. She turned her view to Poppy.
"You said that you didn't mean to kill her but why did you shoot her with a white Ash arrow?"
"It was the arrow that got into my hand as she ran towards me."
"But why shoot her? you could have just jumped out of the way"
"I panicked and was scared at that moment, I.. I thought it's a wolf"
"LIAR!" some of the faes yelled at her. Poppy could only cry as she saw the way she was been accused wrongly.
"She must be a spy and assassin from the dragon realm!" a Fae yells other faes agreed with him.
"No I'm not! I don't know what your talking about!".
"LIAR!" the faes startsto yell, Poppy cries the more while try to explain herself but no one refuse to listen. Suddenly, the door flings open and the faes became quiet, the room grew too cold for them to stay in, Poppy didn't dare turn as she knew whatever was behind her must be dangerous as she felt the hairs on her back stand and much colder that moment than at the cave. Footsteps follows slowly, each one sounding deadlier than the last then a tall man came in view.
"There she is High Lord, the one who murdered your fiancee!" the woman on the throne said. The man turns to Poppy glaring down at her, Poppy took a glance at him and mother! this was no man, this is the devil himself!