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Glory Of Red

History has always shown us that women have to fight for their throne but that is in history now, right? Wrong. Their is still one more queen who needs to fight for her throne. Regiana Jane Alder. After seven years of the supposedly death of the heir to the throne of Coledania, she returns with a mission: Revenge. She is ready to raise hell for all those who wronged her. She is going to modernize the old country and show to every one that a woman can be beautiful and badass at the same time. Get ready with Regiana to adventure her journey to the throne. There will be discrimination, food, humor, action and did I say food ?

Kriti_Kiara_Pathak · 历史言情
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12 Chs

4. Something Wrong

Katherine walked me to my room. On the place that haunts me in my dreams, yet it is still the place where I spend my happy moments, my childhood. A childhood devoid of the misery I was going to face in the future.

I touched the white pillar near my room, remembering how I would stand behind it and hide from my father in an attempt to scare him. A sad smile spread across my face as I remembered those memories.

Katherine opened my room and I expected the room to be changed into a guest room, maybe they had got rid of all my stuff, but boy I was wrong. My room was the same peach color, with the same velvet red sheets on my bed. My hairbrush was lying on the dresser and my white study table still had the books from that day scattered on the table. I went to my bed and saw my stuffed toys neatly lined up near it. I opened my closet and saw all my clothes hanging neatly before squatting down and opening the box in which were my journals.

I had hid my journals from my parents and maids as they were quite noisy. I used to get quite bored in the castle as I didn't have anyone to talk to. Internet usage for us was not allowed as it was liable to hacking. When I had told Robert about this, he suggested that I start writing a journal. This is why I used to pour my heart into the journal, and though I would never get an answer, I felt relieved to express my feelings. It was like emptying an overflowing bottle.

I opened my last entry in the journal and traced the raven ink words, absorbing the memories of the day. It was like peering to see who I was, and who I will never be able to be again. The past me never knew that one day the sun would set on her life and never rise. She didn't know that the Father whom she loved and adored would be planning her murder. I will never be able to see the world like I used to.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, breaking me from my daydream. I quickly wiped my tears and turned to Katherine who was looking at me with pity. She moved closer towards me with her hands extended.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I slowly stepped backward.

"I am giving you a hug. Come on honey, you need one." Katherine replied.

"Wait, stop right there. Fun fact about me is that I hate hugs."

I said warningly.

"Who hates hugs?" Katherine cried. I rolled my eyes at her dramatic expression, "A kid with Haphephobia who watched her Mother die and came to know that her father whom she loved so dearly planned her murder, along with her own." I said sarcastically.

Katherine's blue eyes widened and she didn't ask any more questions. A few moments of silence filled the room as I continued to look around. Feeling overwhelmed with curiosity, I turned Katherine.

"The room is so clean after so many years - why?" I asked in confusion.

Katherine sighed. "It was my order. After you and your Mother's death, your father used to come here every night and cry like a lone wolf. He thought that I didn't know, he thought that I slept peacefully every night but I didn't. I saw your Father come to this room, lay on this bed, and cry himself to sleep. I knew his Daughter and Wife were very important to him, and even dead they were still a part of him. I told the maids to clean the room every day as dust would eventually settle down and I didn't want him to get sick."

My eyes widened as I heard the tale Katherine narrated to me, it felt so unreal. If he loved my Mother and me then why did he try to kill us? Something didn't add up. I could feel the nagging voice in my head urging me to ask more but I didn't. There was no way my Father was not guilty, Katherine was probably guilt-tripping me.

"Don't think about it too much. I will send up your luggage. Get some sleep, you've been away from home for too long." Katherine said with a smile.

When she went away, I went to the window and saw that the sky had turned dark black with the harsh wind blowing over the grass. I looked through the glass windows where I would plan my escape. I wondered if there was something that I didn't know. If it was not like it seemed.

AN: Hi, I am back ! Sorry for going MIA. I promise to update more frequently.