Death is just another constant that I had grown accustomed to.
A nanny was killed when she berated our family, the maids were executed when they dared to conspire, my cousin was killed out of a political scheme and Nyx….. she was as good as dead to me.
Nyx… I suppose I do need to talk about her too but not now.
Well, what I am trying to say is that on this fateful day my parent's murder did not affect me as much as you would think.
Maybe it did.
I don't know, to be honest. I look beside me to a corpse- Nyx, trembling as she replayed the memories of our parent's murders in her mind. Her dark eyes were scared and the black cloak that she wore shook with her fear and the cold.
I averted my gaze in front of me to the vast expanse below us. We stood on a snowy cliff and 100 metres below us was a blanket of snow and frosty white coniferous trees. I let out a breath of warmth against my hand as I felt my body shiver from the cold.
I soon realised that a mere pair of linen clothes and a dark cloak were not cut out for this harsh weather. We needed to find a warm place or else we would soon die of hypothermia.
"Come on, Nyx," I said looking back at her. I could hardly believe that this was the Nyx I had known, the one the rumours called a monster. But then again, death does change people doesn't it? I could hardly find any fault with her behaviour after what had taken place today but it still got on my nerves.
I extended my hand towards her signalling her to take it but she just stood there. Is she really going to be such a pain in the ass?
"Take it," I snapped, regretting it the moment I said it but I did not change my expression. Maybe a little aggressiveness would snap her back to her senses. But I really don't want to look bad in front of my sister after so many years.
She flinched and reluctantly took my hand and I turned around and dragged her into the forest far away from the castle.