This might become a daily thing... I say that now when I've had nothing to do and posted a few rubbish things on consecutive days but then I won't post for a long time... I can tell that'll happen but I'm going to write this anyway.
The woman had seen into the king’s heart long before she and the child had been seperated at the prisons’ gate. She thought of escaping instead of cursing him but saw it was no use, they knew her face, they would hunt her down and kill her and Kayla, at least this way, she had a support for her daughter’s life, the soldier from the forest wasn’t a bad man, and he was too scared of what she would do to him to go back on his word, he knew what to do, she had made sure of that herself.
The king had deicded that after she had been executed he would leave the child out on the streets, for her fate to be decided there, so the woman spent the two days and two nights before her execution on a dirty straw mattress which offered no comfort or heat to her frail and thin body, plotting how she would curse the king, she had to keep her word, although previous it had been an empty threat, but then he made the wrong decision, and she had to hold true to her end of the bargain, she wouldn’t let him get away with planning to throw the precious life of her daughter to the scum and mongrels on the street, she was only a baby after all, she hadn’t even come into any magic yet, though she had no doubt that she would inherit her powers. Her first thought was about plagueing his kingdom, but decided that was unfair on all the villagers and townsfolk who had not wronged her in any way or who had never wronged anyone in any way, just innocent bystanders, along with this thought went tampering with rainfall, water sources and crops, she considered weakening the queen but realised that it would throw the kingdom into turmoil, nothing caused as much upset as an ailing monarch.
Then the idea struck her, it was her daughter being put at risk, her life hanging in the balance at such a tender age, the king had a son, only a fraction older than her daughter, and he as a parent, should feel the pain of someone hurting their child, she would not normally have tainted such a young life but she had to keep her word, and it would be felt for the next generations of his people, she wouldn’t physically hurt the boy, she wouldn’t kill him or do something that would last only for a short time, oh no, her magic would be long lived, and last long after she was dead, and she laughed, a hollow dry sound rasping in her throat, and began conjuring the curse.
A little snippet of something I've been working on.. it's supposed to be like a fairy tale
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