YA Paranormal Romance
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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the first fan to see box Set, auditioned by Erica Hilliard. You're right, she swept through the center of them, moving strangely as if she was in some sort of a dream. I need to pay my respects to my father. The women exchanged a frantic, helpless look as she groped around in the darkness, reaching for her coat. Less than a second later, an ominous rumbling shook the very ground they were standing on, followed by a series of distant screens. My Lady, you don't understand. The bravest of the women stepped forward, reaching tentatively to catch her hand. There isn't time. At that moment, the door burst open and the women fell back with a shriek. The girl looked up in a daze as a tall man strode into her bedchamber, the man who had weathered 100 battles and lived to see nights like this before a man she had known all her life. The king is dead, he announced with no preamble, although the beacon had told them as much. The women gasped and clustered together. The girl merely glanced at the beacon outside. Her thoughts were jumbled and made no sense. A chaotic parade of random memories nonsensical and ill timed, each one hurrying to replace the last. This is the man who taught my brother and me to ride when we were just Children. My father is dead. I wonder what kind of magic sets the beacon on fire? My father's dead. I must remember to tell the groom to have my horse saddled in the morning. My father is dead. When he received no response, the man glanced nervously at the women gathered behind her. They shook their heads at a similar loss, and he tried again. Your Highness, Your father is dead. Her eyes flickered up to his rain soaked hair, wondering vaguely at the smear of blood on his face before she nodded robotically, pointing back to the window. Yes, I saw the beacon. I was just gathering my things to go. Pay my respects. You don't understand. A wave of panic tightened his voice as if they were running out of time. He didn't just dime a lady. He was killed, killed by a dagger to the heart. This dagger he reached inside his coat and pulled out a shining blade, pressing it firmly into her hands. A tiny Jewell was missing from the left hilt, and a steady stream of crimson was dripping onto the floor. For a moment, she simply stared than a jolt of delayed shock rocketed through her body. Keh lis! No! She held the blade away from her body as if proximity alone could fight back the dark truth that was settling upon her. No, this isn't. It isn't true. I know what you must be thinking, but it isn't true. It can't be. The man bowed his head staring down at her with unspeakable sympathy. It's the Princess Blade, my lady. And he used it himself. I was there. She shook her head back and forth, letting the knife fall from her hands as she backed all the way to the window. There has to be some kind of mistake, Kyla. Kyle's wouldn't do this. He would never hurt our father. He killed your father. The man interrupted urgently and he's coming for you. Next. The rooms seem to get smaller and smaller. As her eyes zeroed in on the blade. She was there the day their father gave it to him for Christmas. He'd broken at the very same night, smacked it so hard against a suit of armor that one of the jewels had fallen out of the health. You need to leave the castle, my lady. You need to. I'm not going to run, The words echoed in the room, strong and fierce, freezing everyone inside to sudden stone. They came from a place deep inside her Ah place. She was only just beginning to understand herself. But as the beacon flickered in the glass behind her, it was a ziff. The flames had jumped inside her body as well. Shock and fear gave way to anger, anger and fiery resolve. A demand for justice. I will not run, she repeated, her eyes locking onto her brother's bloodied blade. The castle is my home. The throne is mine. By right, I will fight for what is mine. It was a rousing speech, but one that was ended by just a few simple words. Then you will surely die. All the women in the room turned to look at the man for the first time. He was tall and strong, even for a night, but tired, tired in a way the girl had never seen before. Everything that's happened tonight, your brother has been planning for months. His eyes flickered to the door. Is the chaos and clamor engulfing? The castle began to get closer. The guards are dead. The nobles loyal to you and your father are away from court. You have no allies. The girl shook her head, her crimson curls ablaze in the fiery torchlight. But the answer can't be to steal away in the middle of the night. There has to be awake. Katarina, the name stunned her senseless, stealing the words right off her tongue. Growing up as a member of the royal family, the rules of the court were clear. First names were reserved for family Onley. If anyone else dared to speak them, they would be put to death. But death was exactly the game they were playing here. That's what he was trying to say. You need to run their eyes, met for a second more just a second. But it was enough to change everything. A wave of sudden resolve rushed over her as she dropped the fancy coat she was carrying and reached for the traveling cloak. Instead, the man nodded and rushed back down the hall assumedly to buy her as much time as he could while she returned to her ladies, You will not be coming with me. A small outcry followed the words. As frightened as the women were, they were fiercely loyal at the same time, proud to stand next to their mistress to the bitter end.