Chapter2
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Lysandra’s POV
Theodora looked at me, then at her father's lifeless body, and back at me again.
I froze, unsure of what to say or do. I was still naked, and Alpha Dmarcus's robe was still clutched in my hand. I looked like a culprit, and I knew I had to think fast.
“I...I can explain," I stuttered, trying to come up with a believable story.
But Theodora was beyond reason. She looked like she had been punched in the gut, and her eyes flashed with anger and grief.
"You killed him," she spat, her voice venomous. "You killed my father."
I shook my head, trying to defend myself. "No, Theodora, it was an accident. I swear."
But Theodora wasn't listening. She was already calling for the guards, her voice echoing down the hallway.
"Guards! Guards! Come quickly! This... this thing has killed my father!"
I knew I was doomed. The guards would come, and they would take me away.
“It was a mistake, a terrible accident. I didn’t mean to,” I cried, trying to find the right words to convince her that I didn’t kill her father.
I looked around, hoping to find a way to escape, but there was none. I was doomed, and I knew it.
“I didn’t mean to kill him, I swear!”
It was a mistake; please have mercy!" I cried, tears streaming down my face.
But Theodora's expression was unforgiving. She slapped me hard on the face, yanking my hair backward. I winced in pain as she glared at me with contempt.
"You killed my father," she spat. "You will pay for this."
The guards grabbed me by my arms and tried to drag me. I fought against them, but I was definitely outnumbered.
As I was pulled away, I watched Theodora screaming and holding her father’s corpse on the floor. Her cries were ringing in my ears, and it almost felt like it would never go away.
I was thrown into a cell that felt dark and cold. When the door shut, it felt as if the whole world had ended. A wave of anger surged through me, and I hit the stone floor. So, this is what it felt like to strive against an alpha and lose.
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I rested my back against the wall in my cell, which was too cold and dank with too much moisture. All my body parts hurt from head to toe. I was starving. I haven’t had food for two straight days, and I wonder how I’m still alive till now.
I felt too exhausted to move any further. The palms of my hands felt warm while the blisters on my lips burnt like dry ice. My eyes felt empty, and my skin too clammy to touch.
The emotional pain I had endured was nothing close to the physical torment I’d endured for 48 hours. I’d been subjected to never-ending torture.
Lysandra had given the order to use every trick in the book to break me. From beating, whipping, starvation and worse. I’d actually lost count of how many times I had fainted from the agony.
I couldn’t believe that just a few weeks ago, I was a princess, living in comfort.
I had everything I could ever want, even though my family hated me. But all of that was ripped away from me in an instant.
I was nothing but a prisoner imprisoned in a cell, waiting for certain death. That was almost too much to digest. The loss of everything was extremely bitter, to be “everything” and then cast out into the nothingness around me by cruel hands of fate.
The fabrics coated with my tears recall the thoughts of every memory I have lost, which reveals my tattered family, captivating home and freedom transformed nothing. Life was an adventure, and now it's staring deep into the abyss.
I closed my eyes, feeling tears fall and releasing all my sadness. My body shook, but my muscles felt too weak to move. I felt exhausted, hungry, and trapped. The darkness felt overwhelming. Will it last forever? Only time will tell.
I heard footsteps coming towards me, and my heart filled with dread. I backed away, pressing myself against the wall for support. My body trembled with fear. “Are they here to hurt me again?”
“I will not be able to last,” my self wished to whisper, knowing every drop of concocted tears made the willies more vibrant.
My thoughts were interrupted as a figure clothed in fragrant perfume erupted to my cell, which then revealed Theodora.
Her hair was styled in the perfect way that fits her facial features, and she looked like she was ready to attend an important meeting.
The guards opened the gate for her, and she walked carefully inside the cell, scanning the small space in disdain.
"Not a suitable place for a princess, I guess," she said, her voice dripping with malice.
“You reek of vomit." She spat on the floor, her expression twisted in disgust.
Just then, she told the guard to bring a chair. The guard quickly obeyed, placing an ornate chair in the centre of the cell. Theodora sat down, her movements elegant and calculated. She waved her hand dismissively, and the guards retreated, leaving us alone.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of sadness. But it was quickly replaced by a cold, hard anger.
"You killed my father," she spat.
"You killed the only man who treated me like his own. I'll never forgive you."
But then, something strange happened. Theodora's expression changed, and an evil smile curled up her lips.
"Well, well, well," she whispered. "You just made things easier for me. How clever could you be? I just couldn't bring myself to do it, but you just did. Bravo."
She leaned forward, her eyes glinting with spite.
"Tell me, how did it happen?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm fascinated. How did you manage to kill the one person who stood between me and the throne?"
My eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what?" I asked, my voice shaking.
Theodora's smile grew wider. "Oh, well, let's just say he's an old man. I wanted to make his death simple, but you just had to do your thing. That's so sad."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Theodora didn't even look capable of harming anyone, let alone killing her own father.
"Oh well, my time here is up," she said, standing up and smoothing out her dress. "I couldn't spend more time here; if not, I would smell like this cell."
I fell to my knees, desperation taking over. "Please, just let me go. I beg you, I'll never show my face again. You'll never hear of me."
Theodora's expression turned cold and calculating. “Oh no, dear, this is just the beginning of your nightmare. You will pay for killing my father and for what your father did to us.”
With that, she turned and left. “Please, just let me go!” I cried.
“Shut up, Lysandra!” her voice echoed as she walked away.
Just then, one of the guards came in with a tray of food. I grabbed it quickly and started eating because I was starving. The food was my only concern. After I finished eating, I noticed there was a note on the tray.
It read, "Thanks for making things easier for me. Your Highness, Theodora."
I knew exactly what she was referring to, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that I had eaten.
But as I leaned back against the wall, my stomach began to churn. A searing pain shot through my abdomen, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I stumbled forward, vomiting up the food I had just eaten.
That's when it hit me—I had been poisoned.
I doubled over, clutching my stomach in agony. The pain was unbearable, a searing burn that threatened to consume me whole. I tried to cry out, but my voice was hoarse and barely audible.
My vision began to blur, and I felt myself swaying, my body weakened by the poison coursing through my veins. I tried to hold on, but it was no use.
With a faint whisper, I collapsed to the ground, my world going dark as I lost consciousness.
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