♡~Ya'aburnee [ H.S ]
☆~ "you bury me"; the hope that you will die before your love because you cannot live without them.
[ A Harry Styles Fanfiction.]
✧ { Chapter I }
A Curse.
That runs deep through centuries and centuries.
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She wasn't kidding. Ria really wasn't kidding,
She thought as her feet stood frozen in awe of her surroundings, inside the very entrance of a museum, still not open to the public which literally looked like a castle.
No. It quite literally was a castle. You were standing in the garden of the castle— no wait.
{Edward's Palace}
The banner read. So that's what it's name was. Edward's Palace, What a name. Basic much.
Apparently, Ria, her best friend had a thing going on with a guy. Oh, that too a very—very rich one which is why and just how she even made it here.
What was his name again? Jacob Mc-something.
In much shorter and simple summary, Her best friend was a fucking a very rich man, and by a 'rich man' definitely one of those rich men with a high post in one of the richest and biggest companies.
In the back of her mind she could hear her best friend nagging at her that it wasn't just a thing or fling she had going on with Jacob guy.
"Are you sure ri? You dragged me here for a 'mini-vacation' without return tickets. We didn't even book a hotel seriously what will we do if it turns out your sugar daddy-"
"boyfriend." Ria corrected her.
"When did that happen! But what if he was just letting you fantasize fake nothings? What then? Where are we gonna sleep for the night?" She couldn't be blamed for her anxiety because it was still out of her mind that they were going to stay in this enormous castle.
Oh and pardon for the forgettable mention but it was 22:22 (according to 24hr clock) in her watch last she checked when she entered the property. It was already too late now and she could feel herself creeping out by the amount of statues that stood still in the garden. One that particularly caught her eye was a not yet functioned to work fountain statue.
A statue of mermaid laying upright, a pained expression painted over her face looking down at the pot that rested half along her torso but still leaning towards the outside. There were too many, too fucking many statues in the garden alone and if she got caught up admiring them she might even get hypnotized by the beauty of the lifeless pieces.
"No we won't need need a back up. We are going to spend our stay here." She answers scrolling away on her phone.
"Oh right, because obviously every other person comes for a mini vacation and gets to stay in a multi million- possibly more than that? worth of a palace that is owned and preserved by government!"
"Yeah because Jacob is the executive director of this project, yn!" She yelled back, both of them annoyed.
"what project?" May god help her because she's feeling slower and more clueless than probably a sloth right now.
"Jacob, babes is in main charge of this project where they're going to reconstruct the first two floors of this palace into a public accessible art gallery preserving the art pieces of this palace and it's history and myths. The workers and employees involved in this project are allowed to stay in here." Her best friend explains and only then does a little fog in her mind clears up.
"So what you're telling..is that we will pretend to be working in this project to stay here?"
"Of course not, sweetheart. I am his fiance and you're my sister." Y/N stared at her bestfriend in disbelief. The worst part is that her best friend was just so proud of the plan she thought will succeed.
"That's it?" Speechless but she still managed to ask Ria.
"Oh and—" "Uhm miss—"
"FUCK ME" "Jesus!", Both of them much presumably at the same time cursed in horror at the interruption of an unknown voice.
[Narrator: And I would very much leave it up for the dead dear reader to guess which one cursed what]
"—I'm Rajat. May I help you?" Totally unfazed continued the unknown guy named Rajat that seemed to appear out of absolute nowhere.
Did he just come alive from one of those statues? , She took a wild guess.
"Oh, Hello. I'm Ria. Ria Johannesburg." Ria introduced herself after which she was answered with a 'Good Evening' by Rajat, still very much unknown.
"Mustn't you know Jacob McPherson?," Rajat's eyes wavered in familiarity. He must know Jacob then. He later answered "Yes, I do."
'So his last name is McPherson..., Thought Y/N in midst of it all.
"Oh great. I'm his fiance. I think he must've informed you about our arrival? That's my sister—" She cut her Ria off consumed in a hurry,
"Y/N Geller." Shit.
"Yeah...my step sister." Miss Y/N Geller pursed her lips in the urge of face palming herself. She could've just said cousin, She thought. Again.
"Very Well. I was made informed of your arrival Ms. Johannesburg but well... about Ms.Geller," he trailed off, hesitancy evident in his tone.
"Yes. What about me?" She answered confidently. Tried to.
"I don't think I could allow you in—"
"Bullshit!" Interrupts a voice. No, not Y/N's.
"Uhm. Who are you?" Y/N and her best friend, who caused them few unfortunate events both ask at the same time.
"You may call me Mr.WilliamJones, Ladies. And oh—You young fella! Carry their bags will you? And you lovely ladies, please come with me. I shall guide you to your respective rooms." WilliamJones, probably in his early 60s with subtle white hair and worn a vest along with his trousers.
Ria's eyes met with yours, both of you silently communicating. "Well, that was easy.", She whispered only for both you to hear.
Her best friend trails off in a conversation with this Mr.WilliamJones, asking him about the history of the palace, current plans and yada yada yada but she couldn't find herself focusing on a single word they were saying. She was too mesmerised by the glory of the land, as soon as she stepped in. Magnificent.
It looked like the maker of this palace had taken the word "magnificent" out of its dictionary just mould it into the air of this palace. The walls and the art carved upon them, the walls that look so lively yet painted in history, the air that still lingers with memories of those who lived and passed. Maybe they still do.
While on her way to their room she caught eyes with many other statues and painting. All of them seemingly gazing towards her with lifeless eyes that made her think would come to life only if she looked a little too close. The paintings looking down at her, snickering among themselves if they could.
(A little tw? Description of gore themes.)
There was a painting that screamed to her, making her stop in her tracks. Sat there, crouched in misery a headless and heartless body. A body without head and a heart. The ribcage rested open visibly in it's chest as if the heart had been clawed and picked right apart from it's place . A crack ran down it's shoulders starting from the shoulder blades that glowed in despondent brightness of it's blood. It's head sat pretty right upon it's body, angled in a way that made it seem like it belonged to the body, yet detached. And it's heart crumpled and torn was kept caged in a tainted glass.
There were too many little complex details that made this work of art just so tragic yet undeniably alluring.
“Lacuna ”,
whispered a voice like whoosh of a cold breeze in her ear.
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