The Beauty in the Stone Tower
[14th Century Shaoghal]
Lady Geiyra's sobs echoed around the stone tower as they reached the father's ears through the last step of the staircase.
Lord Derktse with a heavy sigh went down as he leaves his daughter locked beyond the stairs that felt like forever to walk on.
The father is torn between his daughter and his King. As a bargain to double the food supply and send in blacksmiths on King Carteph's journey to Xuediv. This was when the Cartephian Code in the legal system on royal justice was being passed. The King then continued to hide the mystery of his daughter as he commanded him to lock her up to get her away from his people, after the ruckus his daughter did.
"I'm sorry my child." The sorrowful Lord Derktse whispered to himself and twisted the knob of the room and left.
When the family flees the castle due to the unspeakable thing Geiyra did, they came home without Radelaine. She needed to be treated right away and Geiyra needed to be gone from everybody's sight. So here goes nothing for Lord Derktse, leaving Radelaine with the Nemago family.
This was a situation very hard for Lord Derktse to amend if it weren't for the help of Sir Herelph.
Right now, he just left her daughter wailing on the ground hating herself at the cost of her actions she wasn't sure she did intentionally.
It's not even that she couldn't remember what she did and how she felt doing it, but she couldn't grasp the idea that it will ever cross her mind to burst such anger against her dear sister Radelaine — anger deep-rooted for whoever knows the depth of it, not even to Geiyra.
But she knew what she did. She knew she didn't care about hurting her sister or even killing her to such an extent. She did want to kill her and it felt like nothing.
And the fact that she knew she didn't care haunted her conscience.
Whatever happened to Lady Geiyra is for the blood that streams through her vessels. A summons from what her blood entails.
What she did in Takèif's castle is not because she was losing breath or being deprived of breathing but because she felt whispers in her ears and shadows intensifying inside her head.
She was trying to hold it in but it became unbearable and even more so when Radelaine tried to help her.
The sister only wanted to help her but it didn't end very well.
As in that castle, every second, the whispers became more and more like full-blown screams of horror, and the pitch-black shadows grew in numbers as they surround her.
She wanted to make them quiet but she couldn't even try. It was taking her will away.
Their existence in her mind seems to be pulling her away; like this phantom appears to be trying to take her soul away - a phantom reality of fallacy.
She's losing herself and she wanted enough.
This time, it's either she will hurt herself again or she will hurt others.
And she could never choose.
This delusion has betrayed her for no matter how much she resisted — she thought she could but she can never escape the things that are bound to happen.
Her fate is sealed within the history she never knew would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Tears still stream down and she felt rather damp on her thighs. She wiped her tears with a blanket on her twin-sized bed. A bed too uncomfortable to sleep on. Her father couldn't bring her a bigger bed even if he wants to as it would be difficult to carry it to the tower.
She only covered herself with a single layer of darker-toned colored undergarments so that her complexion would seem lighter. She is rather careless in how she dresses.
Now that she's here in the round tower there's no way she will ever be out again, why else would she put on multiple layers for nothing and look good for nothing, she thought to herself. It's the only freedom she has in prison.
She looked over the window when the chirping of the birds distracted her. Such freedom they have.
She stood with bloodshot eyes and sat on the stone seat of her window sill.
She opened the window and the light breeze of the wind caught her beautifully blonde wavy hair as it gently sways on her shoulder.
Don't know if she feels thankful to be locked in here. Who knew she could see a better view of the garden forest now that she is up in the tower? She will never know if she's never here.
In her own voice, she sang the song that Radelaine used to play on her violin,
[Song] Hmm, a hymn of the golden hour was heard.
The softness of the light the sun has rayed.
A cheerful night comes to maraud him in his favorite hymn.
Oh, skies bless my heart with joy seeing him armored in steel
Gone by the wind he fought and win.
Hmm, white, yellow, and blue, a view aboard.
The kindled memoir of the moonlight has rayed.
A cheerful night comes to maraud him in his favorite hymn.
Oh, skies bless my heart with joy seeing him armored in steel
Gone by the wind he fought and win.
Hmm, a hymn of the golden hour was heard.
The softness of the light the sun has rayed.
A cheerful night comes to maraud him in his favorite hymn.
Oh, skies bless my heart with joy seeing him armored in steel
Gone by the wind he fought and win. [Song}
Geiyra sighed and rested her arms on the window and laid her head down still feeling the light breeze. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
And there she counted the days passed recollecting how it initially felt when she was locked in her chambers the first time — the only difference is the landscape she gets to see every single day.
She held her stomach rumbling about being empty. When will her lunch be here? It's rather a little late. This never happened before.
As she wonders when her food will come and what will it be, will it be like a feast like yesterday? It was a day she wanted not to cry so she found some light in her own predicament as she waited for what food awaited her.
She reached for her glass and refilled it with water. She tried sufficing her hunger by filling her stomach with water.
She was patiently pouring her drink when she heard a loud scream. It was such horror to her that she lost her grip on the pitcher and got shattered on the ground.
Unconsciously, out of confusion, she picked up the broken pieces and hurts herself.
Her fingers felt the stinging pain so painful that a single tear fell on her cheek.
"What am I thinking?" She hissed and bit her lips.
She sighed not knowing what else she can do. She doesn't necessarily have anything to wrap this wound of hers.
From her window, she could hear none of the screamings anymore but people making a fuss about something she still couldn't figure out what and didn't want to know either. Maybe it's the same old farmer being angry at other farmers for his crops infested with bugs. He blamed them endlessly yesterday.
Those people she heard is not as important as she is to her right now when she suddenly felt light-headed. Like she is drifting off. She's losing herself again.
But this time, no voices, no shadows, and she feel rather odd. Oddness never happened before. She's sure this felt like she was in that castle. What is it this time?
She groaned and in drowsiness, she is trying to fight. With a closed fist, she hits her chest so hard that she started coughing.
The need to hurt herself is her sober decision. Physical pain is the only way to deflect her own delusion.
It's a fight against herself.
She hits herself multiple times on her thighs and on the ground before gnawing in pain.
Looking at the blood on her fingers, she couldn't help but think this small wound could've stimulated her mental attack. For whatever reason, that is, she doesn't know.
Suddenly, her headache subsided when the door bangs loudly and slammed open. Getting jump scared is one way to cure it, Geiyra guessed out of confusion.
In an out-of-the-blue bolt, the panting Iuliān Troe somehow managed to break into the door with his bare foot strength.
Bewildered by this man in front of her with the door broken in about three pieces, she gently placed her hand on her aching chest and there she knew she have subsided.
"What are you doing?" She asked still on the ground confused.
Iuliān still chasing for his breath couldn't even speak a word. Instead, he gestured his hand like he wants her to come with him and said in syllables "Come on."