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Standing from her bed, clenching her fists so tightly her knuckles became white from the pressure, she finally unlocked the door to her chamber. That same pull she felt earlier that day to the shed on the beach dragging her through the castle. Whatever that drug had been, it was stronger than her. And the demons were on the edge of her feet, scraping her heels every time she tried to resist the urge to go straight to it. Any moment of hesitation, every step in the wrong direction she could feel the hands of the dead reaching for her. Pushing and grabbing her if she tried to fight them off. Their grip had always been stronger than her will. She remembered each time she had been held down so vividly. Those bruises were rising to the surface, spreading across her skin like wild fire. Pooling just below the surface of her now unmarked skin. Those scars were gone from the surface, but they were far deeper than she ever admitted to anyone.
Adrienne started to run. Closing her eyes and trusting her instincts to take her away from them. In a brief moment of clarity, coherent thoughts and actions had taken precedence over her fears and her demons. Breaking free from the shackles that weighed her down for only a moment. But the moment had been long enough for her to find her way to her king’s chambers. There was no time for knocking, there was no time for anything other than barging in. If she had waited another moment she feared her demons would have betrayed her as they always had and they would drag her to the sand until there was only one option left.
The heavy door slammed against the wall as she made her presence known. Eyes filled with a fear that hadn’t settled in them in centuries, she spotted Gabriel standing by his vanity. In a panic she turned back to the door, slamming it behind her so they could not drag her from his grip. “Gabriel,” she huffed through heavy breaths and tear-stained cheeks, “Han venido por mí. Me van a lastimar.” Words falling out of her mouth in trembles as she collapsed to the ground, collapsing into herself. This was a side she had never showed anyone, to be weak was her biggest fear. To be viewed as someone who was plagued with thoughts she could not quell. Sobbing now on the ground she started to mumble to herself again. “Soy tu cisne de oro. Solo seré visto. Solo seré visto. Seré visto. Cinse de oro.” Words falling from her lips that she could not catch or stop she became nothing but a puddle in front of him. “Por favor. No dejes que me hagan daño. Por favor. No haga.”