Tuile picked up the ball that rolled down the hall and turned her head with a saddened expression and asked," Hey, Noel. What does it mean to have execution?" in a soft tone lowering her head at the flowers that had been crushed.
The rumors traveled fast.
With trepidation, he shifted his gaze, apprehensive of the possible response he might receive once he provided his answer. "You will never see your mother and she will disappear from this world forever!"
As a trail of salty tears cascaded down her flushed cheeks, her once wide and lively eyes grew larger, filled with an overwhelming mix of sadness and despair. Her trembling voice faltered, struggling to articulate the depth of emotions that consumed her." I don't want that…"
The memories of her mother when they lived in the small house, once filled with boundless joy and endless laughter, now bring a deep sense of heartache. It felt like pain was an unknown concept back then, a time when life was simpler and carefree. As she carries the weight of regret, she wishes with all her heart that she could turn back time to relive those cherished moments.
" I just…I want my mama!"
She buried her face in her hands and started crying.
Tuile please stop!
" You would be better without that peasant that brought you nothing but suffering because of her. Just forget about that slave!"
He places his warm hands on her shoulders in an effort to alleviate her distress. Despite his kind and encouraging words, she remained unresponsive, lost in the sea. He held her close, swaying back and forth in a desperate attempt to bring back the lively and cheerful younger sister he once knew, instead of this despondent and melancholic version before him.
As the individual savored their delightful tea and indulgent cake, the diligent servants watched the lively children frolicking with the ball nearby. However, the moment the attentive servant observes the young boy carelessly shove the innocent girl, they quickly sprang into action, exhibiting heightened alertness and readiness.'
'What is going on other there? Tuile and Noel usually get along!'
As a result of being forcefully pushed, the little girl lost her footing and toppled backward, ultimately colliding with the ground with significant impact, making a loud thump.
"Your Highness, you mustn't harm the princess. She will become the nation's future, and under different circumstances, you would have faced immediate death for laying a single finger on her."
B-But I didn't mean to… It was an accident! I would never hurt
He lowered his head, and his eyes widened upon noticing that her knee was scratched and bleeding. As he stepped backward, an overwhelming sense of dread and apprehension confused him, all caused by the weight and significance of the words spoken.
After receiving a lecture, his previous calm demeanor suddenly transformed into an aggressive one.
" I hate you, Tuile!" he shouted, then hastily sprinted down the corridor, swiftly passing all the servants present in his path.
Ugh!
Exhausted and emotionally drained, he allowed himself to collapse onto his soft and inviting bed. With a heavy sigh, he buried his face into the fluffy pillow, allowing the soft material to comfort him as he relived the moment in his mind. The memory of her beaming expression, of delight, flooded his thoughts as he imagined the way she held the sunflowers with such grace and delicacy. It was a moment that he would never lose sight of.
What is going on with you, Tuile?
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" Do not take the young prince's words to heart…" The servant skillfully tended to the young one's wound, utilizing the contents of her medical kit to cleanse the injury thoroughly before deftly wrapping a bandage around the child's knee." You need to become stronger for the people and never show your emotions. In 10 years, you will become the ruler of this nation."
"Lady Azuiel, I beg of you to save my mother!" The little girl asked desperately and slowly lifted her head.
"Tuile, how often must I repeat the same words to you? There are some things I am allowed to do within my power and a few I cannot. Your birth mother, Yavanna, committed a severe crime and belongs to her majesty. Even if I wished to, I cannot help you."
"Please Lady Azuiel, I will do anything!"
She's vulnerable…. This is my chance to take this child as mine and let her fall entirely!
The servant took this chance to take her relationship with the child a step closer and earn her trust. She gently embraces the little girl in complete warmth." If it makes you happy, I will figure out something. I won't let anything come in between us."
" You promise, Lady Azuiel?" she asked.
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Night
As the ancient door slowly creaked open, it rusty hinges groaning in protest, a loud and unsettling noise echoed through the dimly lit corridors, rudely awakening the peaceful slumber of those who dwelled within. The flickering flame of just a few candles provided a meager source of illumination, casting a faint and eerie glow over the immediate vicinity, leaving the surrounding areas shrouded in ominous darkness.
As the woman opens her eyes, she notices an attractive man who immediately catches her attention and is no other than the King himself. As he drew closer, he came to a halt and fixed his gaze on her.
The metal keys in his hand jingled softly as the lock clicked open, announcing his entrance.
"Yavanna, you are really….. Exhilarating" With a gentle caress of his hand against her cheek and a tender press of his lips onto hers, he expressed his profound affection for her.
She trembled from his slightest touch and slowly closed her eyes with fear inside. She did not have the strength to kill the man that is the father of her child.
"Your skin is so beautiful; it really a shame that you will not live another day to see it become a coat of mine. As the men crave your delicate skin, I will allow them to take turns and truly admire that body of yours. If you think about it, Yavanna. This is a blessing in disguise. Do you know how hard it is to come across your race? They say that your blood is sweeter than wine. – Oh my, the flesh must be the best part, the most tenderized, and I will eat every part of you so we can stay together forever."
He trailed his hand down her arm and lifted her up as she back hit the wall aggressively. She felt sick to her stomach and wanted to vomit in this man's mouth as he kissed her aggressively and left multiple marks on her body.
Lifting her the woman's dress and covering her mouth, keeping the others from hearing them.
She fell on the floor and lay there like a dirty rag that had been finished with. As the gate closed, she watched the King walk away.
I cannot allow you to be born into this world ... I deserve to be punished by the Gods and I will accept whatever comes my way without resisting.
She did not tell anyone about the night when the physician visited for her fever almost three months ago. It was a secret that she was willing to take to the grave.
Over a thousand citizens came to witness her death, from adults to small children.
Dear, Tuile. Are you eating well? I bet you are eating three meals at day. I am sorry that I could not do better as your mother. If there is one thing that I regret, that is not watching you grow into a beautiful young lady. I will not be able to teach you how to cook. I know how much you love when I tuck you in at night. I really miss that smile of yours…... I hope that you find true happiness, and if you fall in love with someone, please do not make the same mistake as I.
She vividly remembered when Tuile took her first steps at one year old. It was overwhelmed with emotions as she stood there with her arms outstretched and watched the little one wobble towards her, each step a courageous act of independence.
With a joyful expression on her tiny face, the one-year-old baby girl extended her arms toward her mother and uttered her very first words," Mama!" The sweet sound rang through the air, bringing tears of happiness to her mother's eyes.
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I'm so scared!
With a heavy heart, Tuile lowered her head and drew her knees close to her chest, seeking solace in the embrace of her own body. Her arms wrapped tightly around her legs as if trying to shield herself from the weight of her emotions. Every breath felt heavy as if a burden was pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to move.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
" The execution is about to begin...."