I paced back and forth waiting for Sam to return. My heart was pounding in my chest. Did he get caught? Why was he taking so long?
As I was about to head out to look for him, I heard a knock and he got in. I sighed in relief.
"My Queen I'm sorry I took long, I had to wait for the guards to leave." He said out of breath.
"Did you bring it?" He nodded as he handed it to me.
The suspicious look on his face was unmistakable. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed together, creating a crease between them. His gaze was intense.
"What do you plan to do with that?" The suspicious look still evident on his face.
"You can leave now Sam thank you for your help." He bowed and left, his face still filled with a lot of questions.
This was my chance, since Sam told me the King had left with Alex and he was not going to comeback anytime soon. I had to start planning what really brought me here
I slowly opened the door to his chamber, the memories of last night still playing in my head. My palms were sweaty, my heart racing. No matter what I couldn't get caught. I closed the door behind me, as my eyes adjusted to the dark.
My search started, but after hours of searching I couldn't find anything. Maybe it was because I did not know what I was searching for. As I stood to leave, something at the corner caught my eyes.
An acient chest box. When I opened it I saw a glass. The glass shielding the flower did little to contain the malevolent aura that seemed to emanate from it. As I gazed upon its withered dark petals, I felt an unshakeable sense of unease. The flower seemed to be watching me, its delicate features twisted into a grotesque grin. I felt a strange connection to the flower, as if it held a secret that only I could here.
I couldn't help but wonder why he would preserve such a specimen. The glass container was old, its lid adorned with strange symbols that seemed to dance in the dim light. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I turned the container over, searching for any clues about the flower's origins.
But it was the note that accompanied the flower that sent chills down my spine. "For my beloved," it read. "Forever bound to me, in life and in death." The handwriting was elegant, yet seemed to seethe with a dark, possessive love.
As I read the words, the air in the room seemed to grow colder. I heard it whisper a name, 'Angelina' . Then I saw a vision, A red head woman's body lying lifeless on the woods. Her face pale, from the amount of blood she had lost. When I looked closer, I recognized her. I was looking at myself.
Was this the future?
I heard footsteps outside the door approaching. Then I knew I was in big trouble. He was back.