"Don't blame me, Beatrice," she murmured with a sneer, relishing in the power she held over the helpless victim. "It's all because of you."
Lately Duchess Alicia heard a voice in her head to kill Beatrice, to hurt her. The voices in her head grew louder and more insistent with each passing day, driving her to the brink of madness.
She couldn't shake the desire to kill Beatrice, her own flesh and blood, no matter how hard she tried.
The room was suffocatingly quiet, the only sound being her own ragged breaths. The Duchess knew what she had to do, but the fear of the consequences held her back.
She didn't care about the warnings her lady-in-waiting once said to her. How dare she question her emotions and sanity? The Duchess seethed with anger, her eyes blazing with fury as she dismissed the useless woman from her service without a second thought.
