The audacious sentence caused Viola to stumble back. Never had he ever seen such a horror place among her face. Not even their mother died, granted she was very young, but still.
"You're kidding, right? You have to be." Viola could barely get the words out of her mouth, but Adria could piece together what she meant.
"Just think about it. Vi'' As he stepped closer, the other took another step back to keep space. Adrian knew she'd be scared, but this amount was astonishing. "If he dies, I get to be king, Anry becomes Queen and you…" He began to back her into a wall. "You can marry whoever you want. Don't you want that? If he lives, he'll choose someone you don't want." Adrian began to put more and more terrible thoughts into her mind. One from King Veyron not caring about them to the possibility of him killing their mother. Nothing was too off limits for him.
"What if someone finds out?" Her still shaky words cause him to snicker.
"Don't worry." He placed his injured hand on her shoulder. "No one will suspect us. Besides, he's a king. Do you know how many people want to kill the king? I mean, it basically comes with the territory." The boy began to go on and on about what the plan was while Viola listened. As he spoke he could see the wave of confusion washing itself all over her. Was he wrong in trusting her? Would she foil his plan??
"What if..." She pushed him back with anger. "What if I tell on you? Then people would know your terrible plan."
"And what," He was tired now. He was tired of all the arguing, all the child-like games. This was something big. Something that couldn't be disturbed by Viola's attitude. "What's stopping me from beating you up, locking you in the closet until you eventually starve yourself to death?"
"Dad would come find me."
"Like he ever comes down this way." Wanting to implant fear, he grabbed her by her night shirt. "And you know, maids aren't allowed here either, leaving you defenseless." Something happened that caused him to pause mid sentence. In front of him, was his little sister crying.
"Leave me alone, okay! I know you hate dad. And I know you guys have tension, but please don't kill him." The whining seemed to go on forever as she tried to mend what's been lost for years. 'You can still get along' and 'family are supposed to have each other.' kept making its way through her teeth.
"Vi," His words were enough to make the talking stop, but not the tears. "Shut up."
"But you're gonna kill dad."
"I'm NOT killing dad." For a second, Adrian could see the happiness shine on her face as she processed those words. She sniffed once more before speaking.
"You're not."
"Nope." He quickly answered back as he walked towards her room door. "You are." As he turned the knob to leave the sad child rooms. He heard the sound of her screaming the second the door creaked an opening. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, Adrian imminently rushed to cover her mouth. At first he feared he may kill her, but the thought of this plan falling through was enough to keep his hand pressed firmly over her face. After a few seconds of this, Adrian could see her face starting to calm down. To show that she wouldn't be loud anymore, she nodded her head slowly to make sure she didn't have the appearance of a struggle. But he still didn't move. He wanted to make sure that she WASN'T gonna ruin this. A few more seconds pass by, with Adrian in anger, but his sister in confusion. Was he ever gonna let go, or was he gonna do this forever? Is what Viol was probably thinking. He sighed and lowered his hand.
"See," she waved her arms in defeat. "I'm not gonna scream anymore." Which was a relief to him, but why? She could do anything, anything to leave the room and snitch to dad.
"Good, because you're doing it tomorrow. You know that, right?" Adrian quickly took note of how shaken she was when she nodded. After hearing her agreement to the plan. He nicely patted her head as he soothed her. She might be really scared, but I'm doing this for us. His thoughts began to race through his mind throughout their family dinner. Of course, Vi wasn't acting her usual self. She stayed quiet through dinner and didn't complain when we had something she definitely didn't like.
"Vi, are you okay?" King Veyron's voice was enough to put the entire table on edge. "You haven't told me about your school day. How was it?" Nothing. Viola didn't speak a word back to him. He didn't seem angry though, all he did was sigh as he looked at his only son. "What about you Adrian, Anry spending the night, so she can have some better sleep before your date? Have you spoken to her at all?" Adrian's body stiffened up as he watched his father notice the bruised hand. Did he think he hurt Vi? Or worse, did he think I hurt Anry?
"No, I haven't spoken to her. I just… slammed my hand into my mirror." Adrian quickly took a sip of his drink to negate the conversation. No matter how much conversation their father would strike at them, they began a cycle of not answering or quickly shutting down the question. It came to the point where a normal family dinner turned into a silent, resentful meal.
"Well, I see that neither of you are up for conversation." King Veyron looked disappointingly at Adrian. What, did he want him to change Vi mind? She didn't want to talk and that's that. Adrian raised his eyebrow to signify his standing on the matter. "Seriously? Adrian, what did you do?"
"What." Adrian's silence quickly turns into audibility the second as he processes his father's words. "What did I do? You're the one bothering her."
"Oh, you know exactly. Firstly your bloody fist, then it's my daughter not being able to speak to me." Adrian watched as his father stressfully took a swig of his cherry colored wine he always had with his meals. There was a time when their mother would tell him to stop, but he just so happened to outlive her. "I am so sick and tired of you-" He placed his hand over his head as he lowered himself down into the chair. But it was too late. Adrian knew what he wanted to say. He was dumb not to. He was tired of him. Right? Well it was a two-way street. At first, he could admit he had some crippling feeling about this plan, but now… he wanted it. He wanted his own father dead now more than ever.
~screech~
The sound of a screeching chair caused Adrian to leave his thoughts behind for what lay before him, was much more sinister. At first Adrian looked around for something he could give to help, but in the end his body was motionless.
"Adrian!" His eyes looked over to Vi, whose face was even paler than his. "Adrian, what just happened?" While Viola's fear caused her to speak, he couldn't. He couldn't take his mind off the constant coughing and hacking that arose from his father. Soon enough the sight of blood quickly flooded themselves through their peripherals. Adrian would've moved, but he couldn't. No matter how much Viola screamed or how many servants rushed in and out to find a doctor nothing could shake him from this feeling. The time after that seemed a blur. From the questioning, the doctors coming in, all the way to King Veyron finally being pronounced dead. Nothing felt like it mattered to him. I wanted him dead, right? Adrian thought to himself every second after the incident. Then why ain't I happy? Am I THAT selfish, I can't be happy when something good happens for me? But the truth was he knew why. He didn't kill his father, but someone did. One of the servants. One of them did it, or was it one of the townsfolk when they came for the ball. Either way, it was somebody lower than him. Someone who was lower, but had the courage he never had.
Someone he needs to be killed. And fast.