Some guards hurriedly entered her chamber and their loud gasps filled the air around them. And a man steps inside the chamber, the guards in there bowing slightly at him.
"What did you just do my Princess?" The man who had stepped in and commanded so much respect asked as he went and gently took one of her bloody hands and took her away from the deadly mess in her chamber and once they were outside in the hallway, he turned to her and knelt down before her. It was only then he realized she was still holding the sword stained with blood with her other hand. "Tell me what happened, my pie?"
At that moment Nyxoria lifted up her head and gaze into the familiar blackest orbs, her tears still flowing. "I-I don't know uncle, all I could remember is waking up and seeing them like that, I-I-I killed my parents."
"Are you sure you don't remember anything? You don't know what truly happened there? Don't be scared, my pie?"
Nyxoria shook her head as she continued to look at the face of her uncle, her father's twin brother, he was the strongest warlord in the whole kingdom and he is a replica of her now dead father.
Vyr and Laka were twin brothers and he was the senior as Laka was born two minutes after Vyr. Laka was given the throne and crowned the High King of all supernaturals because he bears the mark of Obsidian Sigil of Liora, a mark of the goddess. Once a person has the mark of Liora, he or she will be blessed by the Emperor of all. Nyxoria also has the mark and will be crowned when she reaches the age.
He had come to accompany his brother to meet the young Emperor and now this unbelievable incident happened.
"I can't remember Uncle, all I just know is that I killed them, I think I killed them. I did those things to them, I'm a monster." Nyxoria cried.
"No, don't say that my pie, you are not a monster, you are Nyxoria my pretty Princess and niece, okay?" Vyr voice was low. "There is something off and I will figure it out okay? I know you can't hurt a fly so doing such a thing to your parents doesn't make sense."
"I get angry a lot, I know Uncle. I was angry and that is the only thing I can remember. I did those things to them Uncle, don't sugarcoat your words."
"It's okay," Vyr whispered and pulled her for a hug. "I am here for you, I will get to the root of this and if you did kill them, then something must have triggered it and besides my brother is strong and won't be taken down like that." he added mostly to himself.
"I killed them." Nyxoria continued crying and mumbling out those words.
Vyr carried her to his chamber and laid her on his bed, humming a song Nyxoria likes and stayed there until she had fallen asleep. When he tried to take the blooded sword from the little girl's hands he found out he couldn't get the sword. He left it and kissed her forehead gently then left his chamber. The guards guiding outside the princess Chamber will be punished and questioned, they must have heard something or a noise.
He didn't believe his little niece would kill his brother and his wife. Laka has enemies, yes but they wouldn't use his daughter to carry out their dirty works.
Or maybe Nyxoria is lying and trying to deceive them and pretend she doesn't remember what happened.
He sighed as he made his way to the dungeon where he had ordered for the guards guiding the princess Chamber to be kept.
MEANWHILE…
Nightweaver's Homes:
The huts of all the Nightweavers were burning. Black blood was seen littering around on the floor.
Tharros just stood still taking in the damages right in front of him. He was just about to eat when he felt this sharp pain in his heart and he quickly rushed to where he had kept the Nightweavers and was shocked by what he was seeing.
"What happened?" He asked and the five Nightweaver's remaining circled him, their eyes glowing in anger.
"We were attacked by some masked people. They took the rest of us with them." One of the Nightweaver's answers.
"You could have fought back."
"You commanded us not to fight and it was impossible to break the hold you had on us, you know that young Bloodlord." Another Nightweavers responded.
"I... I didn't know it would come to this," Tharros whispered, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry." He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself, but the weight of failure pressed on his chest. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Not here. Not now.
The acrid stench of charred wood and ash still clung to the air, suffocating his senses. He had tried—desperately—to catch a trace of something else, anything else: the scent of an intruder, a clue to who had done this. But the fire... the fire had devoured it all. Nothing.
And now, the silence of all of his Nightweaver's absence— except for the five surviving ones— screamed louder than any words could.
"If you hadn't brought that wolf girl you took a fancy of and showed her here at your first meeting, all this would have been avoided. We are the only ones remaining and only the gods know where they took the ones they'd captured."
"I'm sorry." Tharros pleaded again. "I should have known that I was being played at. I didn't know she would betray me."
"You should have come faster and would have saved everyone since you commanded us not to fight. You caused it." The five Nightweavers said in unison.
"Kindness," Tharros muttered, his voice laced with bitter venom, "and her pretty face—both were weapons she used to destroy me. I trusted her." His eyes darkened, a storm brewing in their depths as he fixed his gaze on each of the remaining Nightweavers. "She will not be forgiven, nor will her betrayal be forgotten. I will wed her like I'd said, and in doing so, I will carve a scar upon that pretty face of hers, a mark to remind her— and every breathing thing— of the cost of crossing me. I will ensure her torment is as eternal as my memory of this day. I will never forget today."