Long black hair covered the face of a woman crying. The flames around her made her face shine in such a stunning way. she looked so scared and helpless, I wanted to go to her but was stuck in place, I could tell by the way she was stumbling around that she was in search of something or someone. Yelling words I couldn't hear, her eyes landed on me and her face lit up for the briefest second.

"Cora" she yelled to me in relief.

A man in red armer approached her from behind. I remember him! I remembered all of this! I always try to stop it or to make it turn out deferent but it never does, He kills her, he always kills her.

"Turn around!" I yelled.

"Run!" I yelled again.

"Please just do something" I whispered to myself in defeat.

Her lifeless body fell to the floor as the man in red armor pulled the sword out of her back and walked off into the flames.

I woke up suddenly but didn't open my eyes,

Why? Why must I always have that horrid dream? Why does that woman fill my sleep with the nightmare of her death? Why has my mind created a way to kill the chance of the little sleep I get?

I heard the sounds of light graceful footsteps coming my way, I didn't react because I recognized who it was, I memorized the sound of those footsteps a long time ago many times before. I opened my eyes and rolled to my side to face beth. She placed a glass of orange juice on the desk next to my bed, there was something about the way she looked today that was deferent. Maybe It was the way her hair fell down her rosy cheeks in curly blonde lucks, instead of pulled up into a ponytail, or maybe it was that smell? The smell of lavender and flowers that came off of her. She was wearing some type of wonderful perfume today that definitely was not what she usually wore. She looked stunning as well, of corse it did not take much to make beth look amazing because of her perfect body, face and the altogether gracefulness she carried with her. But the dress as average as any maids dress could be somehow made her ever more beautiful.

I easily guessed it was norman that made her want to put a little effort into making herself more presentable.

"You look nice today," I said suspiciously

"Thank you your grace"

I popped up on my elbow and watched her quickly move around my room as she cleaned. Every once in a while she would smile as if remembering something.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with a little blonde manservant now would it?" I asked knowingly

Her head tilted to me as her rosy cheeks turned even redder, and she nervously began working faster.

"No my lady of corse not don't be ridicules!"

"If you say so," I said as I played with the soft sheet of my bed with my fingers. I looked back at her in all seriousness.

"so I guess you won't mind then if I forbid you to see him ever again" I said nonchalantly.

She gasped and looked at me in pure shock, her eyes becoming angry as she dropped the rag she was scrubbing the table with.

"Why in the world would you do that? I do everything for you and you would forbid my chance to try and find happiness?" She yelled at me then quickly covered her mouth with her hands as she backed away from me in fear.

"My lady I am so sorry, I forgot my place, I will stop seeing him immediately." She said as she lowered her head and looked at the floor.

I sat up and pulled away the blankets from my body then crawled to the end of the bed and took a seat. Trying to hide the smile on my face.

"See, you do like him." I told beth with a smile, she lifted up her head and gazed at me.

"Wait, you..." She started but I cut her off before she got the chance

"Beth I would never forbid you from seeing anyone. I just tried to prove my point that you like him, and from that outburst that you just had it's obvious that you do" I said with a sideways smile, letting her know that her outburst was forgiven.

She Sighed then bent to pick up the rag she dropped. I scooted over on the bed and patted my hand on the space left next to me. She pause for a minute, deciding what she should do. eventually she just shrugged then came and sat next to me. She looked around the room awkwardly, her hands placed in her lap, Her hands nervously on her knees. I studied her features wondering what she was so nervous about. My best guess would be norman, she liked him I new she did I just didn't understand why she looked so said. Human interactions and comforting were always a problem for me. You could say I am the least emotional person you'll ever know. Don't get me wrong I love my mother, father, beth and James, but I could never picture myself in an actual romantic relationship. The idea of it to me was ludicrous. It always ends the same. At first your happily in love and everything is flowers and puppy's but then it usually goes downhill from there. I heard way to many of my mothers friends complaining about their troubles with their husbands and how they wish things were different, in the end of corse they all say loves a fight and you just have to stick it out but that's not me. I kill my opponent, I don't wait around.

"Tell me about him?" I asked curious to see what she liked about him.

She looked at me and her face lit up like a small child receiving a new toy.

"He is funny, so very funny, and His smile is just deadly, the man should be arrested for attempted murder every time he smiles." She said with a laugh.

I urged her to continue.

"Unlike other men around in the Castle he likes to stop and listen to what I have to say as if I am a human being And not just a thing. He also knows how my life works, After all we do have the same job." She paused again searching for words.

"I really don't know what else to say your majesty. He is kind, funny, charming, intelligent and insanely attractive!" She squealed.

"I am just so shy. I really don't know what to say or do around that man. I don't want to look foolish and scare him off." She said quietly, her smile fading from her face.

I really wanted to know how to Comfort her in this moment, after all she's been a part of my life for a long time and I consider her one of my best friends. I just didn't really know how. I shrugged disappointed in myself for being out of Touch with human feelings. I glanced at her and tried to remember the Conversations my mother had with her friends and the advice she had given them. Eventually I just gave up and thought about cold hard facts to give her. that's what I was good at.

"Beth stop, your painful to look at." I said truthfully

She tilted her head up in shock.

"Beth have you seen your reflection? You are incredibly beautiful and I couldn't count the number of times men have watched you instead of me. You are the most kind girl I'll ever know. you have a heart as big as the Sea and a mind that could move mountains. If norman does not like you for exactly who you are that he's the fool." I stated the facts that I knew were true. It must of been pretty darn comforting to her because she through her hands around me and pulled me into a hug.

"You are truly amazing lady Cora" she said as she broke our hug then blushed a deep red in embarrassment.

"Sorry" she murdered.

"It's alright." I said as I downed the Orange juice that was next to me on my desk. The liquid immediately refreshing my dry throat.

"I almost forgot your uncle has requested your presence." She said as she took my empty glass and starred from the glass to me probably wondering how in the world a lady could down a full glass so fast.

"Stop judging me" I said narrowing my eyes at her while I pointed my finger at her.

She smiled and then exited the room leaving me to myself and thoughts. My uncle wanted to see me, Did he want to Finally tell me his insane plan? There is no way my greed filled uncle would just want me to get married and leave the life of doing his dirty work behind without a wicked motive behind it. Why didn't he want me to just kill him already?

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