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The Red Sword Of Fire

I was told to burn the journal , he warned me. The Red Sword Of Fire is Aera's story of living as a Princess , holding a crown with weight in a castle filled with secrets , responsibilities within chaos , simplicity with liquor as she carries a sword to the Royal Court , her dress elegantly touching the floor, she fixes and posture to feel the daggers and every pointed weapon she is carrying and her necklace that read 'Aerowen O' Keeffe' shines with love from her mother gifted to her on her 13th Birthday. She reaches the end of the staircase at the sight of Aries holding a Gun to her , with no emotions in his Brown eyes . What did She actually just miss?

Ishu_SV · Urban
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16 Chs

A cost for your Wants

Before you continue reading there are three things you need to know :

1. One often tends to paint laughter over the rusted depressed mood . So it's saved atleast for a moment.

2. Throwing gifts by your family connections is rude.

We often hold back if it's from our family

Be it support or insecurities , awarded by them lovingly to their kids.

3. A kingdom may look secured , loved , connected but it hides a lot.

Scarlette's diary had a letter on its last page .

She asked for Aerowen's forgiveness.

The Indigo pages of her mother's diary

With a scent of Vanilla and lavendar flowers as bookmarks.

She wrote about the Palace Politics underneath the surface.

She wrote about everyone's weakness , their elements and their conversations.

She knew this day will come.

Aerowen tried her best to stay strong throughout this journey , she did tremble , loose balance but she tried .

But she had no braveness left in herself now.

The flowers of indigo set perfect on her tiara , as the lavendar coloured gown hugs her curves . The fabric holds her breath till lower waist then breaths in frills to her leather heeled boots with silk embroidery .

Her walk fills the castle with the scent of Vanilla perfume in the moment she keeps the perfume back at the table and took one last glance at her reflection , pressing the sides of the mirror , the glass turns to hold her focus on the handle of her sword.

She tucks the sword in her dress .

Taking a deep breath , she sips on her liquor again .

Closes her eyes for a moment to absorb the reality that lay ahead of her.

The stairs felt her dress extension .

I was told to burn this journal but I flipped the pages .

He warned me and I'm thankful he did.

She repeats to herself.

Azriel came rushing to her , took her hand in his.

He placed his lips on the ring he slid in her finger .

I wish you never had to experience all this

I wish all of this didn't happen leaving you to.....

I wish I could tear down this pages in your life's timeline diary and also these memories that you were forced to live with

But you need them now.

Azriel thought looking into her eyes.

The last time without any worry was the 1.5year play we attended .

I learnt that day , Violin hurts her heart.

She feels it to the point to get emotional .

Her shining emeralds in eyes shone so bright , every smile of her's lightens the world a little and similarly , every year that leaves her eyes tears your soul in pieces.

She left the castle to walk into the court but got pulled into the sideways with Aries .

' Can you try to understand me , atleast try'

' No Ari , you broke my trust , You did that one thing I can't handle , lying'

' The Play was Cursed , Aera'

Before she could process everything .

Aries pulled a gun on her .

Held on gunpoint , she made no movements .

Marie took the bullet for me.