How The Princess Rewrote Her Tragic Ending - Chapter 127

Changing back into a comfortable dress and tying her hair elegantly in a bun at the back of her neck, Yvonne headed to the infirmary to check up on Enya’s recovery.

Her heels tapped on the marble floors as she approached the large double doors marked ‘The Infirmary’. Even before she had put a hand over the smooth brass handles, she knew something was going on inside.

“Is that screaming I hear?” Yvonne whispered as she pulled open the doors and dashed inside to check up. Indeed, an unmistakable noise of screaming and scuffling penetrated the calm air inside the infirmary, and as Yvonne pulled aside the thick red curtain, a gasp escaped her pink-stained lips.

“What is going on in here?” she cried, witnessing a maid trying to pull a hysterical Elora off of Enya, who was screaming in pain as Elora’s long nails dug into her skin.

“Someone get her off of me!” Enya shrieked, kicking and flailing at Elora, who showed no signs of retreat. “Not my face! Get this crazy woman away from me!”

It was absolute chaos as maids gathered around the predator and its prey, trying to distance the two, but to no avail as Elora kept her stance as well as her nails targeted at a very sick Enya.

“You b*tch!” she screamed, her ruby eyes burning holes into whoever she set them on. “How dare you badmouth me! I’ve had enough of you! All of you!”

Then her eyes landed on Yvonne, who stood open-mouthed near the sidelines as she witnessed the horrific scene.

“You!” Elora screamed, pointing a sharp nail at her. “I hate you! How dare you entice His Majesty and throw filth all over my hard efforts! The throne was right before my eyes and I almost had my hands on it,”- Elora glared at her and bared her teeth at Yvonne in so horrific a manner that Yvonne staggered back, suddenly afraid- “but you ruined everything! You swooped right in and took it all from me, when it was always rightfully mine! Mine!”

The whole while she screamed and jabbed her fingers in Yvonne’s direction, not a word escaped her lips. The fear filled look in her eyes was unmistakable, but it was but a mere act. In truth, the red-haired woman was entertained.

Yvonne fought the urge to smirk as Elora continued making a big show of herself, and she was relaxed even though she knew of the danger this crazy woman posed on her, since she knew very well how to defend her honor as well as her body.

“Are you happy?” Yvonne called provocatively from the other end of the hall. She had had enough. “You’re making a sh*t-show of yourself. If you keep humiliating yourself like that, you can say bye-bye to your delusions.”

Elora scoffed angrily.

“How dare you!?” she screamed across the hall, letting go of Enya for a moment and advancing towards her. “You call me humiliating, but what about you? Everybody knows you’ve paved your way by seducing the Emperor with your looks and sleeping it off with him night after night. Who knew you were such a slut? Was losing your virginity to King Irvin just not enough for a whore like you?”

Yvonne blinked, surprised. Then she laughed.

“My, what a foolish attempt at a comeback,” she muttered as she chuckled. “Just goes to show how narrow minded you are. Tell me something, Lady Obsilia.” Yvonne folded her arms and raised her eyebrows. “Have you ever slept with the Emperor yourself?”

Elora paused as a beet red color flushed her cheeks. Yvonne smirked.

“And you say you had the Empress’ throne in the bag. What a joke.” Yvonne scoffed. “Lady Obsilia, please don’t let your delusions affect your reality, since apparently,”- Yvonne paused- “you were never in reach of the throne anyways.”

Elora pursed her lips, and Yvonne was impressed at her for trying to control her rage. Had she realized how she was embarrassing herself?

Enya cowered in fear and recoiled away in her bed as she clutched her maid, Garnet, who was just as scared as her lady was. There was a shocked silence in the infirmary for a while, and everybody thought it was over. Then suddenly, Elora charged at Yvonne in a fit of rage.

Nobody actually processed what happened, but as the two women collided, there was a shriek and Elora fell to the floor, out cold.

“What happened?” Garnet whispered, standing on her tip-toes to see the other side of the hall. Indeed, Elora’s lifeless body was unmistakable as she lay on the floor in a state of calm. There were no other sudden movements from her, and for a moment everyone wondered if she was dead.

Then they all looked up at Yvonne, who surprisingly still stood to her feet, checking her nails to see if any one of them were cracked. It had been a while since she had put her self defense moves to the test, but she was pleasantly surprised that they still worked.

“Is the lady dead?” a maid whispered to another, and a low murmur arose in the infirmary. “She looks like she’s dead. Is she, really?”

Everyone cautiously approached to check if that really was the case. Yvonne, once she had made sure everything was still intact, looked up and saw all the present maids checking up on Elora.

“Don’t worry,” she said, her cold blue eyes flicking towards them. “She’s still alive. I just used my hands to knock her out. If you call a physician to check up, he’ll assure you that nothing’s even broken.” Then Yvonne walked elegantly over to the other end of the hall to where Enya clutched her maid in fear.

“Are you alright?” Yvonne said softly as she sat beside her. She took her arm gently, and Enya let her inspect it. Indeed, there were several scratch marks on the skin which glowed red. Even on Enya’s innocent face were marks resulting from Elora’s mindless flailing.

“You poor thing,” Yvonne mumbled. “Garnet, dear, please bring in some ointment to apply on her wounds. I hope nothing leaves a scar.”

Garnet curtsied at once and disappeared to bring what was desired. Yvonne turned back to Enya with a serious glint in her eyes.

“Why did she attack you?”

Enya frowned. “What?”

Yvonne squeezed Enya’s hand and never once broke eye-contact. “Why did Elora attack you so suddenly like that?”

Enya looked away. “You know why. She’s always been crazy.”

Yvonne shook her head. “She’s not crazy enough to initiate something like this, something that was sure to ruin her hard built reputation. What was the trigger?”

Enya gulped as sweat broke out on her forehead. “She just charged at me.”

“You know that’s not true.” Yvonne squeezed Enya’s hand again and she winced. “Tell me. What did you say to her?”

“S-Stop!” Enya cried. “You’re hurting me. I said nothing to her.”

Yvonne arched an eyebrow. “Will you tell me yourself or should I ask Garnet?”

Enya glared at Yvonne. “Keep her out of this.”

Yvonne shrugged. “Then you better tell me when I ask nicely. Elora said you badmouthed her, so you definitely must have said something to rile her up. What was it?”

Enya glared at Yvonne for a few moments before looking away. Yvonne waited for her to speak, and when she eventually did, Yvonne couldn’t help but scoff.

“She visited me today to wish me recovery.” Enya rolled her eyes. “But then the witch started expressing how much I deserved what happened to me, and how could I just sit there and take it all in when I knew I was in this state precisely because of her own antics. Would you blame me for badmouthing her after all that? And then she struck me! She really struck me!”

Yvonne scoffed. “For goodness’ sake, are you children? You should’ve known better.” Then she wondered if she had been in Enya’s place, would she have held back herself? No, the least she would’ve done is throw daggers at her through words. And that’s exactly what Enya did, the bare minimum to get back at her.

Yvonne sighed. “What are you going to do once she wakes up again?”

Enya shrugged hopelessly. “I’m not sure. I’m not as brave as you. I’m weak. I can’t even defend myself like you did, Lady Sumner.”

Yvonne squeezed Enya’s hand again, fondly this time.

“Learn to defend yourself, but don’t take it over the top to the point you ruin your own life.” Yvonne smiled. “Not everything will go your way in life, and when it doesn’t, do everything you can to make sure it does. Do you understand?”

Enya pursed her lips and nodded, tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Okay,” she muttered.

Yvonne sighed and let go off her hand as Garnet returned with a first-aid kit in her arms. Yvonne nodded at her.

“I’ll be off, then.”

Without even sparing a second glance to Enya, Yvonne walked away from her bed and walked across the hall to where the maids had neatly laid an unconscious Elora, who looked more at peace than ever.

“She’ll wake up soon,” Yvonne told the maid gathered around her bed. “If you want to wake her up earlier, just douse her head in water. But I doubt any of you would want it, so just leave her be.”

The maids nodded as Yvonne walked past them and through the parting between the heavy red curtains. Soon, she was on her way to her chambers again.

She let out an amused chuckle. “This is much better than a theatrical performance, really.. Better than any show I’ve ever seen.”