Chapter: 16

Warning: Contains triggering content.

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Iclyn

"Please don't kill her! Please! I beg of you son!" My mother cried beside the pool of blood oozing out of my father's corpse.

Kaen laughed and gripped my mother's hair, I shrieked, trying to liberate myself

from the binds of fire and whiff, but I was incapably watching him assassinate them ruthlessly.

Serena, his partner smacked me hard and produced a hurricane of gust with a smirk.

My mother was imprisoned in the gale of strong wind. I heard her wailing in pain, begging them to let me go, let me live, soliciting for my life.

"Mother, you should have chosen me. I would have let you live. The throne is mine," with that, he burnt her to death. The walls of the palace trembled with her piercing scream and my heart shattered, as I dropped on my knees witness my parents scorched into ashes.

I screamed.

I cried.

I broke down as they snickered.

"Serena baby, take care of palace people. Announce the death of their beloved King and Queen...and Oh yeah also the death of their tiny princess."

"Yes darling," Serena kissed Kaen then withered like a storm.

Kaen broke off the shackles of fire which were spiraled around me and I dwelled on my knees lifeless, staring at the ashes. Tears silently stormed down my face and I still felt their cries echoing in my ears.

"Aww little princess, you are crying? Come don't be a cry baby. I promise I won't burn you to death," he approached me.

My pain was replaced by anger and resentment, my hairs sparkled and my hands shimmered, I explode all my anger at him with a screeching scream. He fled the globe of fire towards me, our powers contradicted and a huge blast almost blew me off. I strived to hold my ground but I was unstable, I was just a youth with mild capacities. With every bit of my vitality, I struggled to rebel against him. My feet complied. The fire slammed me straight to the wall and I was knockdown on the floor, whimpering.

"I always liked how fierce you are Iclyn," he said and bind me in the loop of shriveling fire.

My body rose in the air and he hauled me to his bedroom. In a flash he discarded his clothes, my wrist was bind as I was harshly thrown on the floor. He yanked me down by my leg and ripped every piece of fabric on my body. I couldn't combat him. I was entirely drained to shift even a muscle.

Tears just streamed down my face.

"Don't cry bitchy witch! You deserve this! Your existence is your fault," he spat yanking my hair and slammed inside me.

I cried out arduously, as he pounded in me repeatedly, ripping me apart.

"You. Deserve. This," he said choking me and slammed inside me again.

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I bolted straight, trembling, wailing loudly.

My quivering scream echoed in my ears.

"Your Majesty!" Jackson instantly clasped me in a tight hug.

But I prolonged to scream.

This feeling won't go away.

I feel dirty.

So dirty.

I shoved Jackson off and fell on the icy floor.

I threw up, clutching my chest. I puked the feeling out, as I cry.

Jackson rubbed my back, soothing me as always, "I am here. You will be better. I got you Iclyn. You are safe, away from him," he continually said.

I stood up quietly, wiping my mouth. Jackson snapped his finger and tidy up the clutter from the frosty floor.

I am in my palace. In my world.

Leo

"Where is he? Is he fine?" I asked promptly.

"He is fine. He is currently in the hospital due to some small injuries," Jackson told me as I sit on my hail bed.

I lowered my gaze inhaling deeply. The fresh gust of ice, the familiar feeling of frost encompassed me.

Jackson placed his finger on my chin and lifted my head.

"You have to hold a crown, never let this gaze drop, Your Majesty," he confided me and I offered him a weak smile.

Right, I am a Queen.

I am a soul who has to take care of her subjects, retain the throne that my parents evacuated behind for me, I have to withstand my past. I won't sit weeping.

I stand upright, raising my head high and keeping my eyes straight.

"Time to greet my people," I said, in my icy frosty voice which was enough to give chills.

Jackson smiled proudly and bowed.

"After you, Your Majesty," he said.

Walking out of my room, I strolled gracefully in the crystal foyers, maids bowed down, lowering their gaze at the sight of me.

I hate it when they act like my slaves. I halted dead in my tracks.

"Heads up ladies. Is floor fascinating to you?" I asked them.

"Our apologies, Your Majesty," they bowed.

I turn and walk down the sleet stairs.

Through the ponderous luminous glaze gates, I embarked in the main hall. The chamber was filled with rows of guards with armor. The palace was so flamboyant that it almost distracted my attention. The piles upon piles of glittering, bleached hail around. The room smelled fresh snow the chilly waves plated my senses. The soft peach glow from the teardrop-shaped windows reflects off the treasure at all angles, filling the room with a warm, golden, glowing, glimmering light. The crystal palace was twinkling with my presence.

"Bow down to Queen!" the commander in chief commanded as I stride with powerful steps, not missing a beat. My long frosty hail dress swayed behind me. The lace was made of stars, embellished with white snowdrops and argent diamante. The cloak of feather-light frost latched on my shoulders paraded behind me. My fingers were wrapped in crystalline rings and my feet were assigned to the glaze heels. Compliance my gaze just to the throne, as I hiked up the icy stairs. I swiveled to address my subjects.

"Seems like devoid me, some ladies forgot their tones," I said, settling on my throne with refinement.

The court lady immediately apologized for her tardiness.

"Your Majesty, the ruler of the neighboring state tried to trespass our border, I would like to know your decision," the commander explained.

"Who is the mighty one had so many guts to trespass the city in which the Queen of this world resides?" I asked.

"It's witch Rusalka," he replied.

Just for few days, I left the palace and some freaking witches started to take advantage of my absence.

"In an hour, I want her in my palace," I demanded.

"Yes, Your Majesty," he bowed and walk back to his place.

"Am I sensing the presence of mighty Witch?"

A smile stretched on my lips, just by his voice. I stood to pay my respect.

The royal priest and minister. The only person I can trust besides Jackson.

"My regards, Your Majesty. Live long," he bowed slightly.

"Vacant the throne hall. Make sure no one interrupts our conversation Jackson," I instructed.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The room was soon desolated and Jackson joined us in a while. Minister Dalon settled in his seat whilst Jackson in his.

"I know you want to bombard me with questions," Dalon smiled.

"And I would also like to have the answers to all," I said, resting my arms on the armrest.

"Ask away, it's time you know about it all," he said.

"What's the connection between me and Leo?"

That's the only thing I am desperate to know.

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Leo

"He is fine, right doctor?"

"Yes. Just a little weakness and stress caused him to blackout"

"Thanks, doctor," Jack said and a soft thud followed.

I open my eyes and the bright glints crashed my gaze, making my eyelids clench. I groan shielding my eyes with my hand.

"Miles, you are awake?" Aiden asked.

"No, I am dead already," I murmured.

Austin smacked hard on my arm and I winced, sitting up straight.

I was in the hospital, eyes gaze wandered around the white tilts.

White. Snow. Iclyn.

"Where is Iclyn?" I asked them in terror.

"Who?" Logan frowned, touching my forehead.

"What who? Iclyn. The iceberg, who lived with us!" I said staring at their clueless faces.

What the fuck?

"Leo, what iceberg, we live in America man. Not in Antarctica," Jack let out a chuckle followed by others.

How can they forget her?

"Since how many days I am here?" I asked.

Was that some long dream?

"Just from two hours," Owen replied.

"W-wait...I...I...we were in the factory that caught fire and Iclyn was with me....and a man who was like fire...he was hurling fire with his hands, Iclyn saved me and I saw her disappear...I want her...Hyung I want to see her," I said, discarding the needles in my wrist.

"Leo! What's wrong with you!"

"Leo stop!"

"Who is this Iclyn? You were talking about her before you pass out?"

I felt like crying. They don't remember her. Only I do.

I don't know anything about her.

Where should I find her?

"Hey, what happened Leo? Did you saw a nightmare?" Ian asked.

I shook my head and dropped it in my hands.

The street.

I should drive there.

"I have to go," I announced and slid on the flip-flops.

"What? I am calling the doctor. I guess he hit his head hard!" Logan ran out of the door.

They won't let me go.

"Oh my God! Is that a bee?" I gasped pointing at the corner of the room. They all turned their heads and I flee out of the door.

"YAH! LEO!"

"GET YOUR ASS HERE!"

"JEEZ, THIS KID!"

They chased me through the hospital foyer, and I literally jumped off three stairs at the time avoiding crashing into doctors, nurses, or any species of human.

"STOP CHASING ME!" I screamed, increasing my pace. I sprinted out of the hospital entrance. Luckily a cab was vacant right near the main gates.

"Dude, Black hollow street!" I hopped inside the backseat, panting hard.

He gave me a strange stare, not proceeding at all.

"I am a police officer!" I notified him.

"Don't seem like you are," he said narrowing his eyes. I look at the entrance from where the members emerged.

"I will pay you thrice!" I yelled.

"Deal," he smirked and started to steer.

One day I will arrest him for corruption.

The driver drove with the speed of light, I guess he sensed how desperate I was to get there. Black hallow street was just a turn away. When we raced down that street, I felt nothing.

No icy feeling.

No lavender scent.

No sense of her presence.

He halted near the signboard and look at me expectedly. I climbed off the car and gaze around the moonlit barren street.

Where else I can find her? Office? Our house? Rooftop?

"Dude, pay me. I have places to go," he said bringing out of my thoughts.

"I don't have money on me," I said honestly.

"What the hell? Then why did you get in?"

"Because I wanted to travel here?"

"Did you run out of mental asylum?" His eyes the hospital garments which was wrapped around me.

"Does my charming face looking like I belong to a mental asylum?" I frowned running my hand through my sweaty locks.

"Your acts do," he said rolling his eyes.

Piece of shit.

"Take me to FIRE BOYS mansion, steer no 13, my brothers will pay you," I said getting inside.

He sighs and hustled down the street.

When I get home, none of them was there. I paid the driver from the money in my drawer, then check every nook and corner of the house.

She wasn't there.

I finally walked into my bedroom, which was dull and lifeless without her. The moonlight dripping through the windows, curtains dancing with the breeze, her lavender scent prevailed in my room.

I treaded over the bed over to my bed and lay down. The lavender whiff encircled me, and I blankly stare at the ceiling.

"Iclyn," I murmured to myself before closing my eyes.

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