Page 38 of Royal Lies

Not to mention once I merged back not only would my mind shatter from the train wreck that would be all my memories coming back all at once but from the magic of it all as well. The onslaught of magic and traumatic memories, especially the amount I had would surely kill me.

See, fae aren't just born with the amount of magic I have now. It's grown and nurtured through years and years of hard work. Of course, unless you reincarnated then the magic just comes back quicker but in doses, the body could still handle.

When I tried to regain my memories in my conscious mind Eli had stopped me. Silly me, I thought maybe if I implantedthe thought to confront Eli about this stupid mess he's made of me he would stop his little games. Yes, I implanted the thought that Eli was hiding something to the conscious side of my brain, through a lot of hard work might I remind you. A lot of silent ruins under the table.

Essentially I carve the thought into my brain. Which in turn prompted my conscious side to fit the pieces together and she did. Only to get her mind fucked right back all over again. Well, next time I'll make sure to do this whole thing outside of Eli's prideful gaze.

Gritting my teeth at the betrayal I turned my gaze towards the man at the table once again for the millionth time. He was the reason why I had to draw these ruins 'under the table'.

Sighing I tossed all the thoughts of Eli and his betrayal in a metaphorical trash can for now because I've got a much bigger problem in front of me. If you ask me that bastard sure is lucky someone else is keeping me occupied from ringing his neck.

One thing at a time for now I guess.

Cracking my head side to side I confronted the fucking traitor.

"Everetta." The voice repeated, buzzing in my ears like an annoying mosquito. Unfortunately, for me, I can't just slap a hand over it and kill him.

Glowering over at the empty seat before me it took all my self-control not to simply fly over across the white tablecloth and strangle the man. Nightmare or not it would still be satisfying. Unfortunately, after years of knowing him the picture of his built stature, long tied back green hair, and wise emerald irises was hard not to see sitting in front of me. I smiled bitterly at the image of the pale yellowish skin-toned man in my mind. I once thought I knew him, but after what he did, I am not sure anymore.

"Alexander," I replied briskly. Looking down I noticed the slightly tinted coloring of the oolong tea before me. The brown water sprouted a soothing aroma even if this was all fake. I swear I feel like this chair has an imprint of my butt by now with how much I sat here. Twelve years, twelve years since I saved Eli and he trapped me here. What's more, he did it on the night I saved him nonetheless. Now I'm here in this dreamless conversation with a man who isn't even here in person. Or as in person as one can be in a nightmare.

Alexander, or as I had once called him before all of this Alex. Once, we used to be close, really close. He was like a brother to me. He protected me, and vice versa. In another life, we were blood relatives. He was the Griffin Queen's son.

As time grew he became delusional, obsessed, and over me of all fae. I mean I was already dating someone at the time. Sure he was a narcissistic bastard but well, he was still kind of my boyfriend. Now that I think about it why did I date him, oh ya he was funny. That and I think there was either a favor involved or I was getting something out of it. Cause it sure wasn't the sex. Not that he was bad at it. I've seen him in action. It was more like getting into it with him was just no. Never do the tangle with a business partner.

Lucarious wasn't the worst partner either. I mean, I always did love how he teased Eli like the time we turned him into a girl. What a good year that was. Of course, Eli's Fiancée, Akasuki, didn't have as much amusement from that as Lucarious and I did.

Now back to the topic at hand. I had to kill Alexander, or as he used to be known back when he was my brother, Killian, for his obsession with me because it was getting a littletooout of hand. It was getting to the point where he was trying to kill me. Like, absorb me into him? The whole 'if I can't have you then I'll just make you a part of me'.

Ya, that was not as much fun as watching the female version of Eli try on a dress and get chased by male suitors. Ok, so he didn't reallytry onthe dress, we forced the dress on him by using magic to pop the thing on him. We figured glamour just wouldn't do the beauty that was Ellie justice. Yep, you figured it out that's why I love to call him Ellie.

Eli doesn't like the name not just cause he hates nicknames but because of Lucarious and me. I'm so proud of myself. I was the one who came up with the name after all.

Needless to say, after I break out of this cage, get back memories into my conscious body, and find a way to prevent my mind from shattering, I'll kill Eli for what he’s done. Share or no shared past, what he's done to me is unforgivable. Of course, unless he apologizes then I'll think about forgiving him. But torture is inevitable. By no means does my reminiscing aboutthe good old daysmean I forgive him. I've had a lot of time being enraged over this. I've learned to hide it at least for the time being. It's all over when I see him though. I don't think I could quite hide it if I saw his posh face.

As for Alexander, well after I had killed him when he was Killian, or thought I did. Apparently, I just separated his souls apart. The obsession he had for me along with all his other emotions split from the non-feeling part of him. If that makes any sense. Anyhow, we all thought he was dead until pretty recently when he suddenly showed up in my dreams and I read about him in a documentation, where it stated how Dracool, which was an idiotic name if you ask me, separated itself from the rest of the fae kingdom and disappeared. Ya, I read all this before Eli trapped me here so it can be said that I win. I got my memories first, and before I even met the damn bastard. Not to mention I'm sure I found way more out about this world than that bastard did in a day. Booyah! Who's the winner, I'm thewinner. Who's the winner, I'm the winner. Who's the winner, I'm the winner.

That and we did hear about this so-called new kingdom arising before reincarnating. What can I say we were lazy back then so we really didn't look too much into that idea. Hey, the new court wasn't bothering anyone and we didn't have a problem with it. Until it backstabbed us and- now that I think about it, I can't really recall what did happen in the events that followed our deaths. I mean I know I went really mad, like angry mad, and kinda, ok maybe, no I did, I really did a number on the Griffin Court’s gardens. After that, I don't remember. Maybe Eli's spell was now affecting my subconscious state but I don't think so.

Because...... I do recall killing him, Flynn, my destined lover, cause honestly I just don't like the word mate, so barbaric. But Flynn... by the magics. I don't know if he'll ever forgive me. I mean it wasn't intentional, but I still killed him.

Clenching my fists at the crimson-stained memories I shook them off. Now's not the time Everetta. Pull yourself together. You didn’t cast that damned spell for nothing. You did it to bring him back, to get a second chance, and to stop- to stop who? Well whoever it is, they better watch out for Everetta Scarlett Everden Gillian Avalar Viana Seraph Phoenix Siren Lion Wolf Griffin Chimera! Wow, my name is really long, but I just can't find a good abbreviation for it. Cause, really ESEGAVSPSLWGC, is not a word, and how would you even pronounce that?

But back to the topic at hand.

Alexander.

Bottom line, now Alexander and I are enemies.

Combatants on the opposite sides of a war.

"Everetta, are you listening?" He gritted, trying with all his might to wiggle his way back into my good graces. He shouldknow better. There was no coming back once he left. Once he betrayed me.

Who would have thought, right? Then again I did kill him, but that was different. One, it was in another life. Two, Alexander is the half I thought I got along with and Killian was the brother I killed. Three, he was literally trying to kill me first, and then there was Eli. Man, I should frankly reconsider who I place my trust in. I mean with how many people he's killed in his first life to get to me he could have a whole ocean to himself with all the little fishes he wanted too. I suppose given what he's done in this life he wasn't any better than his counterpart, Killian. He was emotionless now, I guess. It explains his needless bloodshed.

"You know Eli had always warned me about you. He said you were too soft-hearted for this world after the whole, separation thing that is. Always too eager for justice. He sure was wrong as hell. You're no longer that soft-hearted fool now are you?" I mocked, raising the ever-present teacup to my lips. The pristine porcelain glass, with little golden dragons and fans decorating the white background sure was a nice looking set. I smiled, bitterly, coldly. Looking up I could imagine the deep emerald eyes, grim, expressionless, like a man who had just murdered millions of innocent lives for his selfish gain. I could practically see the throbbing veins along his jaw despite the silence. He was never one to conceal his emotions well. It didn't matter if I couldn't physically see him, his expressions were too obvious.

"Tell me, what happened to the Dragons? They couldn't have just vanished, created a new realm, or could they have? All I want to know is why. Why did you kill millions upon millions of your own people? Half your population was wiped out in a single night. Tell me. Because surely you are not so heartless."

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