With a step back, Tomas attempted to retreat only to run into the doorway. The noise caused Ava to stop her preparations. She looks over at Tomas with a surprised look.
"Tomas, why are you here?" Ava harshly asked as she looked at her husband. A sharp glare crossed through her eyes.
Tomas ignored Ava's question. "You're not here. You are dead," he growled as he shook his head.
At
the words, Ava froze, her lips slightly open as she looked at Tomas
with confusion. Her eyebrows pulled together, a familiar sight to the
King. "Dead?" she hesitantly asked as if she didn't want to
believe her husband's words.
“Yes,
dead,” Tomas bluntly stated with an irritated expression.
“Oh,”
she softly said as the words sank into her thoughts.
With
slow blinks, Ava’s gaze moved to the floor, her eyes watered with
tears. Her thoughts riddled with questions and denial. She was not
dead, she couldn’t be. Ava had been in her room preparing the
Hallows Eve Festival Madolvina held every year.
“What
is the date, Tomas?” she asked as she looked up at her husband.
“Why
do you care, Ava? You are DEAD!” he angrily huffed. He turned away
from the Princess and left her alone in her rooms.
Ava
glared at Tomas’ retreating form with ire. “Don’t you dare walk
away from me Tomas!” she commanded.
Tomas
came to a screeching halt as Ava suddenly appeared in front of him.
Her once golden brown eyes sharply regarded her husband. His
blue-gray eyes were frightened, he stepped away from his dead wife.
She had never been this much trouble when she was alive.
“What
is the date, Tomas?” she growled at the King of Maldovina. Her eyes
flashed a vibrant scarlet color that glowed against the darkness of
the hallway.
Tomas
babbled an unintelligible answer. Fear consuming his thoughts as he
was caught in her gaze. The anger in her eyes frightened him, he felt
chills run down his spine.
"It is .... Eleven years past your death, Ava," he informed her with an annoyed tone.
-fin
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