Marry The Devil Chapter 2

"Mother," I mouthed, staring at her groan in pain.

Who could have done this?

I ran back out of the room as fast as my legs could carry . My dress kept getting in my way but I kept running. I had woken up today thinking the morning was the most beautiful one. I never knew everything could turn so cold.

I needed to get father and tell him what was going on. I knew he no longer loved my mother, but he wouldn't want her dead. I rushed back to the dinning hall but it was empty.

No one was there.

I felt my head spinning.

Even though the maids saw how distressed I was, every one of them chose to act like they didn't see .

How could the world be so unfair.

If father wasn't in the dinning and in the throne room, I knew he could only be with Queen Venessa, doing what they spend the whole day doing. I was ready to stop them and end whatever fun it was they might be having. I just needed to save my mother.

I ran down the stairs, with my shoes clicking aggressively against the ground. I finally reached the entrance of the room in the second floor and I knocked until my hands began to hurt.

"Queen Venessa! Father! Father!" I yelled, banging the door with my eyes streaming with tears.

Before I could place another knock, the door was pushed open, revealing Queen Venessa's face. She looked into my eyes but this ti, I didn't see that fire that always burned.

She stared at with a little bit of warmth for the first ti in my life. I didn't understand why but she held my hand.

"My mother....my mother is ill. I need to tell father, please where is he?" I asked, as well holding her hand as I pleaded.

Queen Venessa's eyes were soon filled with concern. I was sure the heavens was on my side.

"Raya is ill?" She asked , desperate for an answer and I nodded shakily. My heart was pounding hard against my chest.

"She has blood flowing out of her mouth and nose. I found her in the room like that. Please, help get to father....help ," I cried and Queen Venessa let go of my hand. She rushed into the room and imdiately ca back with a small glass bottle in her hand. It was the size of my fist and it had a green liquid content in it.

She held my hand up and handed it over to . "I have seen it happen before...it once happened to Alfred. Here, make her drink it, fast," Queen Venessa said to .

I paused for a while, holding what she called an ointnt. I kept staring into her blue eyes, hoping to see a glimpse of hatred or a lie in her eyes but I couldn't find any. All that I saw was concern and maybe a little bit of remorse.

Did father talk to her?

Did they finally get things settled?

Is she feeling guilty? But how could it be so soon?

It all didn't matter at that ti and I was desperate for help. She must have seen the fear in my eyes. She took it from and took a sip from it, swallowing it right before my eyes. "I wouldn't hurt Raya," she assured . It was the calst she had ever been.

I took it back and rushed back to my mother's room. She was already so weak, and the floor was filled with blood. I held her in my hands and raised her chin up.

I emptied the bottle and poured it all in her mouth, waiting for it to work. My eyes were fixed on my mother but instead of an improvent, my mom spat out loads of blood from her mouth.

How?

I didn't understand...she was supposed to get better. Queen Venessa drank it. She said it's an ointnt.

"Mother," I called and I could slowly feel her getting weaker.

"Aurora," she called my na and my whole body shook with regret. What have I done?

"Don't forget what I told you, Aurora. Marry the devil," she said to . Those were her last words before she stopped moving. Her body grew cold. I held her hand...I just wasn't ready to lose her.

"Mother!" I scread until my throat began to sour.

What has Queen Venessa done?

How could she have done this to us?

The next minute, I heard the sound of footsteps running towards our room as I cried, failing at accept my mother's death.

The witch, Venessa was standing next to my father with their soilders and her son. I wanted to yell and say what she had done, but my voice seized and before I could say anything, she scread.

"She killed her mother! The witch killed her mother!" She cried out, pointing her finger right at .

I shook my head, and I didn't even know which to do.

Was I supposed to keep mourning my mother or defend myself.

I didn't know if I was ant to call Venessa a liar or just cry and handle the pain.

My hands slowly slipped from my mother's body. "Father....father, it's not true," I cried, stuttering but when I looked into my father's eyes, he didn't seem like he was going to hear a word from .

"I didn't do it....she.....she gave it to ....she told it was going to heal her," I cried but father kept looking at and I could feel his gaze burning up. His gaze was so cold and filled with hate.

"How could you?" Father asked . His thick voice ran across the room. I thought he hated those tis when he yelled at , but this ti, it was different. It was filled with resentnt and disgust.

"Father," I called.... trying to make him hear out for once. Father turned away from , but before he left, his voice was cold. "seize her!" Father ordered and I was dragged like a criminal.