A young Symphone sat, mouth drier than dry, and face paler than her maids' aprons. The alarm horns had wailed, meaning the Athelía castle was under attack. The Iglecians were the ones behind it, no doubt. They had picked a day in which the Kingdom was weak, the royal wedding day, in which Alonda and Athelía would be joined as one.

There was a sharp knock on the door, causing Symphone, and all the servants in the room at that, to snap out of their thoughts.

"We are Iglecian soldiers," they called, their accents thick through the door.
"And we are only wishing to escort Princess Symphone to the Throne room, as per request of King Edward".

Symphone's face became paler, they would kill her, she knew it, just as they had killed her mother, brother, and to-be sister-in-law earlier in the day. But, she would not allow any of her servants to sacrifice themselves for a Princess that could barely remember their names.

So, not making a sound, she stepped forward, ordering her guards to open her chamber doors, and followed the soldiers, without complaint, to the Throne room, in which she saw a sight that made her WANT to be killed be the unwanted intruders.

"Father," she cried, tears escaping her eyes.
"Do not cry, my dear Symphone,"

The five simple words earned him a slap in the face by one of the guards, of whom was pinning him to his knees.

There sat Symphone's father, King of Athelía, being held to the floor at the feet of King Edward. He had blood dripping down his chin and a nasty gash on the side of his face. Tears ran down Symphone's face faster. The longer she stared at her father, the more she cried, until she couldn't anymore, and closed her eyes, her small frame shaking.

"Make sure her eyes are open for this," had said King Edward, as he stepped down from her father's throne and approached them.

Without hesitating, he snapped the other King's arm back until it made a satisfactory crack. Symphone's father cried out in pain.

"Please, don't do this to my Father, Your Highness, I beg-" a slap in the face stopped her from speaking,and she began to cry again.

Without acknowledging her, the King broke her Father's other arm, and brought up his sword.

"I love you Symphone,"
"Daddy-" there was the fud of metal Prologue (if there are any problems let me know):
Young Symphone sat, mouth drier than dry, and face paler than her maid's apron. The alarm horns had wailed, meaning the Athelía castle was under attack. The Iglecians were the ones behind it, no doubt. They had picked a day in which the Kingdom was weak, the royal wedding day, in which, Athelía and Alonda would be joined as one.

There was sharp knock on the door, causing Symphone, and all the servants in the room at that, to snap out of their thoughts.

"We are Iglecian soldiers," they called from outside.
"And only wish to escort Princess Symphone to the throne room".

Symphone's face became paler, they would kill her, she knew it, just they had killed her mother, brother, and sister-in-law to be earlier today. But, she would not allow her servants to sacrifice themselves for a princess that coukd barely remember their names.

So, without a sound, she stepped forward, ordering her guards to open her chamber doors, and followed the soldiers, without complaint , to the throne room, in which, she saw a sight that made her WANT to be killed by the unwanted intruders.

"Father," she cried, tears escaping her eyes.
"Do not cry, my dear Symphone"

The five simple words earned him a slap in the face by one of the guards pinning him to his knees. There sat her father, King of Athelía, at the feet of King Edward, blood dripping from his chin and a nasty gash on the side of his face.

Tears ran down Symphones face faster the longer stared at her father, until she couldn't and closed her eye's, her small frame shaking.

"Make sure her eyes stay open for this," King Edward called, stepping down from her father's throne, and approaching them.

Without hesitating, he snapped the other King's arm back until it made a satisfactory, crack. Symphone's father cried out in pain.

"Please, don't do this to my father, Your highness, I beg-" a slap in the face stopped her from speaking, and she began to cry again.

Without acknowledging impaling flesh, and then a softer fud followed, as Symphone's father's body fell back, lifeless.

Something shattered in that moment within Symphone. Not a noise could be heard, as she stared at a once powerful king, loved by his people and his family. Her breaths became shallow, and the room dimmed around her, nausea taking over. Everything became a black void, with no beginning, nor end; Symphone forever falling.

== This chapter was written by== narwhal_lover2004
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