The ticking of the clock resonated through the cold, dimly lit cell. Enchanted's eyes snapped open, her breath catching as she curled back into a fetal position. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her mind drifted far away from the damp, iron-walled prison that had become her life. A narration begins in the sound of her voice:
My life...it's changed so much since then.
But the silence was shattered by the unmistakable sound of marching boots. The rhythm of the steps grew louder until it filled the space, oppressive and foreboding. Guards clad in the imposing red and black uniforms of the Hunter King's army appeared at the cell door, their faces expressionless as they turned the key and stepped inside.
The metal clink of shackles echoed as they began to unchain her. One of the male guards crouched down beside her, removing the cuff from her wrist with practiced indifference.
"Prince Donté wishes to see you," he sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "He doesn't seem very happy."
Enchanted's heart thudded painfully in her chest. She glanced at him, her wide, trembling eyes betraying her fear. At only seven years old, she had seen more cruelty than most could fathom.
"Did I... do something wrong?" she asked, her voice a quiet whisper, thick with worry.
The guard chuckled darkly as he rose to his feet, tossing the heavy cuff to the ground with a casual flick of his wrist. "We'll see," he said, grabbing her roughly by her short hair and yanking her to her feet.
She gasped in pain, her small frame struggling to stay upright as the guard's grip tightened. Her hands instinctively shot up, clawing at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Her limbs flailed, but it was no use. His strength was overwhelming.
Nearby, a female guard watched the scene with detached amusement, her lips curling into a smirk. She flicked her hair dismissively as she gestured toward the corridor.
"Come along," the woman said with mock patience. "Keeping the prince waiting will only make things worse."
Without another word, she turned and strode ahead, her steps brisk and deliberate. The male guard followed behind her, hauling Enchanted over his shoulder like a sack of grain. Her head and arms hung limply, and despite her struggles, she was powerless to escape his grip.
Enchanted's breath came in short, desperate gasps. Pain coursed through her body, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to retreat into her mind, seeking refuge from the agony.
By the Hunter's King, I was given a slave master. His name is Prince Donté.
The grand throne room gleamed with opulence, its towering ceilings and polished marble floors reflecting the light from crystal chandeliers. Prince Donté lounged relaxed upon his throne, his posture exuding a dangerous mix of elegance and indifference. His eyes, dark and calculating, stared off to the side as he rested his head on his hand, lost in thought.
The heavy doors swung open with a creak, and the guards entered, dragging Enchanted between them. Her arms were held behind her back, and though her spirit had long been beaten down, she still carried herself with a strange, quiet dignity.
The male guard bowed deeply. "Your Majesty."
The female guard followed suit with a graceful curtsey. "Prince."
Donté raised his hand with a single, fluid motion. "Let her go."
The guards immediately released her, stepping back to stand at attention. Donté's gaze narrowed slightly, his eyebrows slightly slanted into a frown. He waved the guards away, and they retreated from the room without a word.
"Come here, Enchanted," Donté commanded softly.
Enchanted rushed forward and fell to her knees before him, bowing her head so low that her forehead nearly touched the floor. "Yes, Master," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Donté's expression remained impassive as he stared down at her. "I gave you a job this afternoon," he said, his voice calm yet cold. "What happened?"
Enchanted's heart pounded in her chest. Her throat tightened as she struggled to find the right words. "I… I did the best I c–"
In an instant, his hand shot out, gripping her neck with terrifying strength. His black claws dug into her delicate skin, drawing blood. Her eyes widened in terror, and she gasped, her breath hitching as she felt the sharp sting of pain.
"Best?" Donté repeated, his voice unnervingly gentle. He lifted her off the ground by her neck, her feet dangling helplessly in the air. "I asked for perfection, Enchanted. Why didn't I get that?"
Tears welled in her eyes as she choked out a response. "I… I… I'm sorry, Master," she stammered, her voice trembling.
With a swift motion, Donté released her, snatching his claws from her neck and grabbing her by the front of her dress instead. He yanked her close, his eyes narrowing as he glared into hers. "My father graces us with his presence tomorrow," he growled. "And I will not tolerate anything less than perfection. This castle must be immaculate. Spotless. Beyond reproach. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, M-Master," she whispered, her voice barely a thread of sound.
"Good." He released her, his eyes flicking down to the blood on his claws. He stared at it for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Now, get to work."
Enchanted scrambled to her feet, her entire body trembling. She bowed her head once more before rushing out of the throne room, her steps unsteady and her heart hammering in her chest.
Behind her, Donté remained seated, his gaze fixated on the blood staining his claws. He squinted slightly, lost in thought, his mind churning with unspoken concerns.
A knock at the door broke the silence.
"Come in, dear," Donté called, his voice softening, his claws retracting as he sniffed the air.
Outside the grand doors to the throne room, Princess Sunset stood with a serene smile. Beside her, a young boy of seven years, Dream, clutched her hand. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he gazed up at the grand room before him.
As Enchanted passed by, her shoulder brushed against Sunset's arm. Startled, Enchanted quickly lowered her head in a deep bow.
"I'm sorry, Princess," she whispered, her voice laced with both fear and respect.
Sunset's smile faded as she regarded the girl with a critical eye. "Get to work before the King arrives," she said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Yes, Princess," Enchanted stammered, hurrying away. She instinctively cradled her injured neck as she moved, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and relief.
Dream tugged at his mother's sleeve, his young face scrunched in confusion. "Who's that girl?" he asked innocently.
Sunset smiled gently, her expression softening. "Just a little girl like you," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "Except she's a captive of the demon race."
Dream's small brow furrowed. "Oh…" he said quietly, the weight of her words settling in his mind.
As the two entered the throne room, Enchanted continued her hurried walk down the long, empty hallway. Her thoughts spun wildly as memories of her past haunted her every step.
And so… Princess Sunset, the first and only beloved wife of Prince Donté.
Her thoughts drifted back to a moment that had defined her life—a moment that had shattered everything she had known.
A Hunter woman with long, black-and-silver hair had gripped her mother by the neck, lifting her into the air as she struggled in vain. Enchanted had reached out desperately, her heart breaking as she screamed:
"MOMMY!"
But there had been no mercy. Only death.
The woman who killed my mother…
Enchanted rubbed her aching neck, the pain still fresh from Donté's claws. She slowed her pace, her footsteps echoing softly in the vast hallway as she listened to the distant sounds of laughter—the joyous voices of parents playing with their child.
And… that's their son, Dream Hunter.
Inside the throne room, Dream stood before his father, his face beaming with excitement. Donté ruffled the boy's hair affectionately, and the two shared a playful laugh. Sunset leaned against Donté's shoulder, her eyes filled with love as she watched her son recount his adventures.
Their laughter filled the air, a sound so alien to Enchanted's ears. She moved through the corridors in slow motion, her thoughts swirling as she hummed softly to herself. The melody calmed her mind, offering her a fleeting moment of peace.
This is my life
a resigned smile touched her lips as she hummed the tune of her own song called "My Last Song"
Time seemed to slow as she moved through the ballroom, scrubbing the gleaming white floors with meticulous care. Her back ached from the countless hours of labor, and the scars from past punishments throbbed with every movement. She winced as she reached for a fresh bucket of water, dipping a towel into the cold liquid and wringing the water onto her back before gently pressing it against her scarred neck.
The grand ballroom was alive with laughter and the murmur of conversations, but Enchanted remained lost in thought. She gazed downward, her hands folded delicately, whispering the softest notes of her song.
Born in freedom, woke up in chains.
The music that filled her heart was the only solace she found in this gilded prison. Opulently dressed hunters strolled into the ballroom, their laughter echoing off the high walls as they cast scornful glances her way.
"Get back to work, slave!" one sneered. Others joined in, hurling insults and derogatory remarks at her, the words cutting into her like a blade.
Unfazed, Enchanted quickened her pace, hands trembling as she hurried toward the side of the ballroom where a long row of tables stood, waiting for her attention. Each table bore white linens, elegant black chairs, and delicate centerpieces. With years of practice, she began pushing in chairs and wiping tabletops with mechanical efficiency.
As she worked, the next line of her song played softly in her mind, a quiet defiance against the chaos around her:
I felt I was ready... for every change.
She reached for a white, flower-patterned tablecloth, but in her haste, it slipped from her grasp, draping over the face of a nearby Hunter.
Startled, the Hunter ripped the cloth from his face, his expression twisted with contempt. His wife, clutching his arm, hissed at Enchanted, her eyes burning with venom. Enchanted's breath hitched in her throat as she stammered, "I-I'm so sorry."
The Hunter snarled, yanking the tablecloth from his head and tossing it back at her with disgust. The fabric landed atop her, covering her head.
"Prince's slave," he spat, lifting his chin arrogantly as he strode away.
Struggling to pull the cloth from her face, Enchanted whispered the next words of her song under her breath, her voice trembling but steady:
My home that once stood tall, now massacred.
Her hands shook as she finally freed herself from the suffocating fabric, her hair now tousled and strands sticking up awkwardly. She let out a quiet, expressive sigh of relief, quickly shaking the cloth to rid it of any dirt from the floor. She smoothed it over the table with precision, her movements swift and efficient, but her mind and heart were elsewhere, lost in the haunting melody of her song.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed across the ballroom floor, growing louder and closer. Before she could react, Prince Donte's strong hand grabbed her by the hair, yanking her down with brutal force. She hit the ground hard, the impact sending a sharp pain through her skull.
"Ugh!" she cried out, clutching the side of her head.
Donte loomed over her, his eyes cold and full of malice. "I instructed you to prepare everything!" he roared. "Why aren't all the tables ready?"
Enchanted's gaze darted across the room. Thirty tables stood perfectly arranged, but fifty more still waited. She began to stutter, her voice trembling. "I'm s-sorry, master. I didn't kno—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Donte struck her in the stomach, the force of the blow sending her crumpling to the floor. She gasped for air, her hands and knees hitting the cold tiles beneath her.
"You must complete this task before my father arrives. Do you understand me, Enchanted?" Donte's voice was calm but carried a dangerous edge.
"Y-yes... yes, master," Enchanted whispered, struggling to rise.
Sunset, Donte's Wife, approached with a scowl. She grabbed Enchanted by the arm, yanking her up forcefully. "Get to work!" she snarled. "He'll be here any minute."
Enchanted nodded quickly, her head lowered in submission. "Yes, Princess," she managed to choke out. As she turned to leave, Sunset shoved her again, causing her to stumble.
"Hurry up!" Sunset snapped, her voice echoing through the ballroom.
Enchanted, limping away, pain searing through her body. She coughed softly, tiny specks of blood staining her lips. "Yes, Princess," she repeated, her voice barely audible as she continued setting the tables with trembling hands.
Donte watched her as she hurried off, his eyes narrowed in intense thought. He turned to Sunset, his mood softening as he took her hand in his. "Where is Dream?" he asked, his voice low.
Sunset smiled sweetly. "He's with your father, giving him a tour. They'll be here soon."
Donte glanced at the ornate clock hanging on the far wall. "Very well. Come hitherto my love, let's sit here until they arrive." He gestured toward a table near that Enchanted already prepared.
Sunset clung to his arm, her smile widening as she looked back over her shoulder at Enchanted. "Lead the way, my Prince," she purred.
Enchanted worked tirelessly, her breath coming in labored gasps. She could feel Sunset's eyes burning into her back, watching her every move. Her hands shook as she straightened the last tablecloth, but her body had reached its limit. She stumbled, falling to her knees, clutching her stomach in pain.
My home that once stood tall, now massacred. Royal blood spilled in the crevices.
Her voice was soft, almost inaudible, as she sang through the agony. She forced herself back onto her feet, steadying herself against the nearest table.
As she resumed her task, a sudden memory flashed before her eyes—of a woman with long blonde hair and crimson eyes. The memory burned with intensity, the image of black fire shooting from the woman's hand, knocking a tree onto Enchanted's legs, trapping her on the ground.
Emria Hunter... She's the one who stopped me from saving my parents that day…
The memory faded as quickly as it had come, but the pain lingered. Enchanted clenched her jaw and continued her work, pushing through the torment.
The ballroom doors swung open once more, revealing Emria Hunter and her silver-haired husband, Devon, followed closely by their son, Lover.
Enchanted bowed her head low as they passed, but Devon sneered down at her with contempt. "Get lost, demon," he spat, his laughter cruel and condescending.
Enchanted nodded submissively and returned to her work. But the words echoed in her mind, cutting deeper than any physical blow.
As she finished the final table, the grand doors opened once more. The air in the room shifted, and all heads turned as the Hunter King, King Reign, made his entrance. His tall figure cast a long shadow across the ballroom, his red eyes gleaming with power and authority. He smiled as he gazed up at the chandeliers, his fangs visible beneath his lips.
And the Hunter King, King Reign…
Donte stepped forward, bowing slightly. "Father."
Sunset followed suit, her voice melodic. "Good afternoon, Father-in-law."
Reign smiled fondly at the couple. "Good afternoon, my beloved." His voice was rich with amusement. He glanced around the room, his eyes taking in the gleaming surfaces and polished floors. "Ah, every time I stroll a vacay and come back, this place seems more and more beautiful. Why is that?"
Donte smirked, his eyes flicking to Enchanted. "Perhaps I simply know how to work my slave well," he said, his voice laced with dark humor. "She does everything I tell her to do."
Reign chuckled softly. "Is that so?"
Enchanted, hearing his words, hurried forward and knelt before him, pressing her face to the floor. "Good afternoon, my King," she murmured, her voice filled with fear and reverence.
Reign looked down at her with a pleased expression. "What a good slave," he said with a smirk. "Perhaps I should have taken you for myself. You might have made an excellent maid."
Donte scoffed, his eyes narrowing. "A lowly being," he said, dismissing her. But his smirk remained. "Still, Father, she is in the right hands."
Reign laughed, clearly entertained. He sat down, motioning toward the table. "Enchanted, fix this tablecloth a little more for me."
Enchanted scrambled to her feet, rushing to straighten the cloth. "Yes, King," she said breathlessly. "Is this okay?"
As she finished, she could feel Donte's gaze burning into her, his expression a mixture of anger and disappointment. Her heart pounded in her chest as she glanced toward him, her face paling in fear.
Reign waved his hand dismissively. "Indeed, demon. Now get out of my sight—you reek of filth."
Donte's eyes darkened as he turned to her. "Enchanted, go fetch us our daily bread. And be quick about it."
"You always call her by her name?" Reign asked, amused.
Donte shrugged. "Not all the time."
Reign grinned mischievously. "Hmph. When I give an order, I expect it to be followed immediately." He looked directly at Enchanted, his red eyes gleaming with malice. "You're still standing there, demon. Do you disobey him?"
Sunset leaned forward slightly, watching the interaction. Donte's frown deepened, and his voice dropped to a deadly calm. "When I say go, you go, demon."
Enchanted's hands trembled as she backed away, her eyes filled with terror. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice faltered. "I... I haven't prepared the banquet yet, master. I... I'm sorry."
Reign squinted, his piercing gaze landing on Enchanted. "Oh, so you haven't? This was supposed to be ready before I arrived."
Donté, seated at the head of the table, exhaled sharply. His composure shattered in an instant as he stood with a sudden, loud hiss that filled the room. The sound caught the attention of every Hunter present. Their eyes locked onto him as he strode toward her, his claws gleaming dangerously in the bright lights. Without a word, he grabbed Enchanted by the neck and slammed her against the floor with brutal force. A sickening crack echoed through the room as blood pooled from the back of her head, his claws now sunk deep into her throat.
Speaking calmly, almost softly, Donté whispered, "I'm sorry isn't good enough when I give you an order, is it, Demon?"
Enchanted winced, biting her lip, pain shooting through her body. "No... master." Her voice trembled.
He withdrew his claws with a sharp motion, causing her to scream out in agony. The sound barely had time to fade before he struck her across the face, his claws leaving deep, bloody gashes across her skin. Her face, now slick with blood, was contorted in pain as her hands shook uncontrollably.
"Don't disobey me anymore," Donté growled. "Or next time, it'll be unbearable." He yanked her to her feet by her arm and shoved her harshly, sending her sprawling back onto the ground. "Have it prepared before sunset, or it only gets worse."
Reign tilted his head with an amused smile. "But Donté, my boy, you have many Hunter maidens. Don't you want your father to not leave without his meal?"
Leaning on his fist, Donté shook his head. "No, she'll finish on time. I promise you that."
Reign laughed, a low, sinister sound that echoed through the chamber. "Good boy. But what if she poisons the food? Do you... trust a demon? Because a demon will always be a demon... boy." His smile stretched into something far less friendly.
For a moment, Donté was lost in thought, his gaze shifting sideways. "Sunset," he called. "Sunset, love, go make sure she gets it done."
Sunset rose gracefully, her expression calm. "Don't worry, I will." She pressed a soft kiss to Dream's forehead. "Stay right here, Dreamy," she whispered, smiling before leaving the room.
Dream watched her go, his expression conflicted. He had seen this happen countless times, but the unease lingered. "Uh... sure," he muttered, frowning slightly as thoughts swirled in his mind.
In the kitchen, Enchanted worked feverishly, her hands trembling from exhaustion and pain. Sunset stood behind her, holding a long, thin metal pole with spikes. Every time Enchanted slowed down, Sunset struck her with the pole, forcing her to her knees in front of the cabinets.
"Time is ticking, rat," Sunset hissed.
Enchanted bit her lip as she searched for the seasonings she needed. But before she could gather her bearings, Sunset splashed boiling water onto her back. The pain was instant and searing, causing Enchanted to scream and drop the seasonings from her shaking hands. She collapsed against the counter, her face buried in her arms as sobs wracked her body.
Sunset's eyes narrowed. "Your noodles burned. Start over."
Enchanted, broken, hesitated for just a moment before Sunset struck her again, harder this time. The pole made a sickening sound as it connected with Enchanted's back, drawing out another pained scream.
"Now, demon!" Sunset barked. "You have two hours before sunset."
Tears mingled with blood as Enchanted shakily rose to her feet. She bit her lip harder, the pressure causing it to bleed, but she forced herself to work again, singing softly through the pain with her still functional arm.
A good name known as disaster.
By the end of the day, Enchanted found herself back in her cell, shackled and covered in blood. Deep gashes lined her face, each one a brutal reminder of the day's torment.
She gazed downward, her voice hoarse as she softly sang to herself.
As a demon born in the heavens.
The sound of the cell door slamming shut made her flinch. Donté locked it with a loud clank and began to walk away, his steps echoing through the dark corridor. But before he left, he turned back and slid a tray of mush and a pouch of water under the door.
"Get some sleep," Donté ordered. "You're getting up at 9 AM tomorrow. Be in my office ASAP. Am I understood, lint?"
Enchanted raised her tired, bloodshot eyes to meet his. "Yes," she whispered. "My name is Enchanted... master."
Donté blinked at her with his mouth open in mocking shock, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I was oblivious." Without another word, he walked away.
Enchanted curled up on her side, her body shaking as she whispered another line of her song.
I Took The Fall ... But It Kept Me Grounded
This was my life... every day. And it only got worse every time my master's father showed up.
Losing The Crown Has Only, Made Me Humble
Enchanted had been brought before the King's court. Donté stood over her, barking command after command, his whip cutting into her skin when she dared to slow. Reign watched with unsettling intensity, his gaze never leaving her.
"She seems pretty strong for a demon girl, don't you agree?" Reign mused.
Donté scoffed. "Not at all. Why do you ask? You seem to be taking a liking to the 'demon.'" He smirked at his father.
Reign's expression remained neutral as he stepped in front of Enchanted, his boot coming down hard on her hand. She winced but kept scrubbing the floor, cleaning her own dried blood. "I was thinking... Perhaps we could do something a little different than keeping her as your pet."
Enchanted's heart pounded in her chest. "I'm sorry, sir. I have to get busy. Orders of my master." She tried to pull away, but Reign's hand shot out, grabbing her arm.
"There's no need to run," Reign said with a slight tilt of his head. "Something a little different sound good to you?"
Fear clouded her eyes. "Uh..."
Reign smiled, his voice dripping with condescension. "How about we make a little deal? Is that okay with you, son?"
Donté raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. "Considering she's my slave, I think I'd have the final say, wouldn't you?"
Reign chuckled darkly. "Fair. But you'd love the idea. Perhaps you could relax a little and get this animal off your shoulders, hm?"
Donté tilted his head, smiling slyly. "Maybe. My arms are quite tired of swinging this whip around. It's giving me more muscle than I can carry."
Reign laughed very amused. "Indeed. So, puppy, the deal. How does it sound if I propose freedom to you for one little price?"
Enchanted's heart skipped a beat. "Freedom..."
Reign nodded. "All you need to do is join our war. Fight for our nation, and you'll be free. No more chains, no more prison, no more whips or slave masters. Just you, living freely..." He gestured grandly to the castle around them. "In our beautiful home, just like one of my own."
Her eyes widened. Could it be true? Could she finally be free?
Reign tilted his head and smiled, his voice gentle, yet menacing. "How does that sound?"
Enchanted looked at the ground, her voice trembling. "I... I don't know... me? I'm just a slave..."
Reign knelt in front of her, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. "Come now. No need to fret. I'm a man of my word. I told you you'd be my son's slave, and you are, aren't you?"
She nodded, her throat tight with fear and hope.
"Well then," Reign continued, "fight for me tomorrow. Prove your worth, and I'll let you join my army. You in?"
Enchanted hesitated, her heart racing. She glanced at Donté, who met her gaze with a look of warning. "No, Enchanted—"
Reign raised a finger, "Ah, ah, ah. This is her life, Donté. If you were a slave, would you want your master making decisions for you?"
Donté clenched his jaw but said nothing, looking away in frustration.
"So?" Reign's voice was smooth and persuasive.
Enchanted took a deep breath and nodded quickly. "Yes... please."
Reign's grin widened. "Whoa! Did you hear that, Donté? The little demon girl said 'please.' She's desperate to get away from you!" He laughed again, standing tall. "You're not a very good foster parent, son."
Enchanted, her chest heaving, whispered, "Thank you... King." Tears of happiness welled in her eyes, but she stopped short as she noticed Donté's unreadable expression.
"Have your freedom, Enchanted" Donté said coldly with something mellow in the undertone, turning away. "Work is done early. Get to your chambers."
Enchanted, shocked by the sudden turn of events, bowed her head in gratitude. "Thank you, Master." She hurried away, her heart racing with both fear and hope.
Anytime his father even tried to treat me with any compassion…
I Lost it All, But I Know It—
Donté stood silently in the dim glow of the cell, his eyes burning with an unnatural light. Enchanted recoiled, fear gripped her heart as she felt his presence.
"Master?" she stammered. "What- what is going on? What did I do wrong? You told me my work was done early... I don't understand."
His head hung low, his voice like a cold whisper in the dark. "I'll show you you're not ready for war. You're going to prove it tonight, with me." His eyes met hers, the glow intensifying. "Fight me, Enchanted."
Her heart skipped a beat, confusion and fear swirling within her. "But—"
Donté's expression hardened into a frown. "If you want to prove your worth," he growled, "then prove it with me."
Enchanted hesitated, her mind filled with hopelessness. She ran at him with a scream, swinging with all her might. But her eyes widened in shock as Donté effortlessly caught her wrist, twisting it until a sickening snap echoed through the cell. Pain shot through her, and she tried to swing with her other hand. Donté's elbow collided with her face, and she cried out as she was thrown against the wall.
He loomed over her, his shadow stretching like a predator ready to strike. "You think you're strong?" His voice dripped with disdain. "You have all night to show me." With a violent punch, blood sprayed from her mouth as she crumpled into the corner.
Cowering, Enchanted sobbed, "I'm not! I'm not! I'm sorry!"
His cold gaze pierced through her. "Come on. This is your only chance, or else you are my slave for the rest of your miserable life." Desperation gripped her as she staggered to her feet, screaming as she charged him again. He grabbed her head, claws sinking into her scalp, and hurled her against the opposite wall. Despite the agony, she gritted her teeth and tried to elbow him in the face. But he caught her arm and twisted it back until another bone snapped, her scream reverberating through the small space.
She tried to trip him, but Donté responded with a brutal headbutt, knocking her onto her back. Struggling to rise, she barely had time to react before his fist collided with her mouth, blood pooling between her lips. He lifted her by her shattered hand and drove his fist into her stomach with his full strength, sending her crashing into the wall once more.
"I told you," he sneered, advancing toward her battered form. "You're pathetic, Enchanted." His claws slashed across her body as his punches continued to rain down, each blow cutting deeper, spilling blood across the cell. Enchanted's screams grew weaker with each hit. "You can't protect yourself! You need someone to protect you, you weak being!"
—only left me grateful
The night wore on, and outside her chambers, the sound of Donté's savage beatings echoed through the halls. Her pained cries filled the air until they suddenly went silent, her body limp and unresponsive as the blood loss took its toll.
And so, my only chance at freedom... I lost it, though I did everything I could... with all I had left in me to win
I Can Take It All
Enchanted found herself on the battlefield, struggling to stay upright as Fairytale pawns overwhelmed her. Reign, Donté, Devon, and Emria watched from a distance up high as she stumbled and fell repeatedly, until she could no longer stand.
Reign shook his head, disappointment evident. "Take her out of my battlefield. She's not fit to be in my army."
Donté's smirk grew as he bowed slightly. "With much pleasedness, father."
Reign corrected him with a slight smile. "It's pleasure, son."
Donté raised his eyebrows in mock realization. "I knew that."
Emria watched Enchanted with mild amusement. "I suppose the show is over." She waved a hand dismissively at Donté. "Go get her."
Devon sneered. "What did you expect from a demon? That's why we obliterated her kind—they're weak vessels."
Reign runs his fingers through his hair. "Pleasantly true. Nonetheless, they did wipe away millions of us... so perhaps they aren't always something to underestimate?"
Lover stared at Enchanted's barely breathing form. "It's amazing she's still alive after such rigorous training. I can still smell her breath."
Devon grinned, laughing maniacally. "Good! Let me finish her off! Another demon gone by my hands!"
Emria, leaning against the wall, watched as Donté dragged Enchanted away by her clothes. "Not the smartest idea, Devon. She is the slave of the King's son. Killing royal property would earn you a death sentence, wouldn't it?" She looked to Reign for confirmation.
Devon's bravado faltered. "Ugh..." He glared at her.
Reign's smile softened as he dismissed the gathering. "She ruined her chance at freedom. Everyone is dismissed." The crowd dispersed.
I Won't Break As Long As I Have You
Donté carried Enchanted back to her cell, slinging her over his shoulder like a ragdoll. He placed her against the wall and threw shackles on the floor at her feet. "I suppose you're too far gone," He mused, carrying a soft, gentle tone. "Hmph." He turned and walked out, locking the door behind him. "Have a good night, slave."
My Last Song
As the door slammed shut, Enchanted blinked through her pain. Her vision blurred as she weakly reached out toward him, her hand falling limply to the floor. Her eyes fluttered closed as she lost consciousness.
Enchanted's heart pounded in her chest as she stirred in her sleep. She heard faint footsteps approaching her cell and her mind raced.
*M...master?* she thought desperately.
Her heart raced as the footsteps grew louder. Suddenly, she jolted awake, sitting up in fear. Her hand trembled as she tried to calm herself, but her breath caught in her throat when she saw Devon standing at the bars of her cell, blade in hand, a crazed grin on his face.
All These Scars Have Formed—
"No one is here but you and me," he laughed, swinging his sword at the bars. The metal hissed and
began to melt under his touch. Enchanted shielded herself, but the bars bent easily under Devon's strength as he stepped into the cell.
"Six million killed," he sneered, advancing toward her, "and only one more to go!"
—All The Years Of Plead
Her eyes shook as she struggled to move. She collapsed to her knees, her head bowed low. "Please... kill me, sir," she whispered. "I want... to live with my family."
Devon chuckled, savoring her submission. "Submissive, just the way I like it. Princey taught you well." He raised his sword, ready to end her life.
But before the blade could strike, Devon's eyes widened in shock as a sword pierced through his chest from behind. His laughter turned to a low, pained chuckle. "You've always been disloyal, haven't you?"
Emria stood behind him, her smile cold and calculated. "No," she whispered, pulling her blade free. "I'm just more loyal to one than another."
Devon stumbled, still laughing, but Emria was quick to engage him, her blade meeting his with a fierce clash. Sparks of black fire shot from their blades, landing dangerously close to Enchanted.
Emria ducked and dodged Devon's attacks, but he was relentless. He knocked her to the ground, pressing his blade to her throat. "Don't do this," she pleaded, her eyes wide.
Devon sneered. "You started this war, not me. Wouldn't you rather die by my hands than the King's?"
Emria's gaze softened. "I'm not protecting her," she said quietly, her voice trembling. "I'm protecting you. If you kill the Prince's slave, the King will have you killed in ways you can't imagine. Please... I care about you. I can't let you go. Our son needs you."
Devon hesitated, his grip on his blade faltering. "Hmph... as you should, damsel." He made his blade disappear and restored the bars to the cell with a wave of his hand. "Now, let's get out of—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of a sword slicing through flesh echoed through the cell. Devon's head rolled to the ground, followed by his body.
Emria stood over his lifeless form, her blade drenched in his blood. She dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she wept for her fallen husband.
Enchanted stared at her in shock, her body trembling. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it, unsure of what to say. She watched as Emria collapsed in grief beside Devon's body.
I Know These Silent Prayers
Enchanted knelt before Donté, her hands resting in her lap as she looked up at him.
"You are everyone's slave here," Donté declared coldly. "Whatever they need, whatever they ask for, you get. And if you complain, you're in trouble—with their discipline and mine. If you get out of line, they tell me, and you come to see me. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Master," Enchanted whispered.
"You're dismissed," Donté said, turning his back on her.
So I started to believe... that this was my life... my home. And I began to live as though it was, because I had no other choice really. I told myself that I'm just a maid, and it's good
Enchanted sat in a dimly lit room, reading a gentle bedtime story to the captured children of various nations. Their tiny, bruised faces peeked through the bars of their cages—cages that resembled those meant for animals, not humans. She hesitated as she noticed the scars on their bodies, scars far worse than her own. Her eyes welled up with tears as she recognized the cruelty etched into their skin.
The fragile silence was shattered by a harsh voice from upstairs.
"Slave! You're taking too long down there. Get up here, or I'll tell your master!"
Enchanted winced. "Yes, Madam," she replied softly. She gathered the ends of her tattered dress and hurried up the stairs, her heart heavy with sorrow.
Will Become My Creed
The next day, Enchanted found herself burying those same children. Their bodies, now lifeless, lay brutally murdered simply because they had dared to show happiness in her presence. She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears as she shoveled dirt over them. Just as she was about to break down, a coarse voice interrupted her.
"Hey, slave! Come make my dinner! What's taking so long, you monster?"
Enchanted flinched and moved to comply, but as she turned to leave, Donté appeared before her, his presence heralded by a swirl of blue rose petals falling gently to the ground. She paused, her breath catching in her throat.
"She'll be there," Donté said curtly, his gaze cutting back toward the fat hunter. "Take your time, slave. I don't want to see their faces."
Enchanted nodded, her voice soft and resigned. "Yes, Master." She lowered her head and resumed her task, burying the bodies with trembling hands.
The weight of her situation bore down on her as she cleaned Donté's room, folding his clothes neatly.
Maybe it's not so bad being a slave, A slave has a big duty, and I could be worse off.
She folded another garment, her resolve hardening within her chest.
I Took The Fall, But It Kept Me Grounded
The Moonlight Festival
The "Moonlight Festival" was in full swing—a grand celebration of the Moonflies that came only once a year during the coldest season on the new moon. Hunters danced outside under the night sky, their joyous movements illuminated by the glowing moonflies. Inside the dark and empty ballroom, Enchanted swept the floors alone. She paused as the moonlight streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow around her.
The moonflies danced in the night sky, just as she remembered from her childhood. Mesmerized, she took a step closer to the window, her broom forgotten.
Losing The Crown Has Only .. Made me Humble
She looked down sadly and moved to sweep again, but her gaze lingered on the door to the outside world.
Dream watched from afar as his parents twirled gracefully across the beautiful decked out courtyard, their elegant movements mirrored by the moonflies circling around them. He spotted Enchanted weaving quietly through the crowd, careful not to draw attention to herself.
A warm hand ruffled his hair, and Dream turned around quickly.
"Well, someone looks lonely," Donté said, smiling down at his son.
"Lonely?" Dream laughed, putting his hands behind his head. He grinned widely. "Nope, not me. I'm having the best day of my life!" He pointed to his smile. "See?" He cheesed even harder, making a silly noise to emphasize his exaggerated grin.
Donté chuckled and gently rubbed Dream's hair. "Why don't you go have some fun? There are many Hunters your size."
Dream pretended to resist but eventually agreed. "Fine, but only this time!" he said with a mischievous grin as he walked toward the other children.
I Lost It All, But I Know It—
Enchanted weaved through the crowd, murmuring soft apologies as she carefully maneuvered past bustling figures. "Excuse me... Pardon me..." Her voice was quiet, nearly drowned out by the chatter and laughter around her.
Distracted, she stepped forward and collided with someone. A startled gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled back, eyes widening with nervousness.
"Uh, I'm sorry, sir," she stammered, looking up.
Lover squinted at her, his expression unreadable. "What are you doing outside?" His tone was sharp, almost accusatory.
Enchanted hesitated. "I..."
"Hmph." Lover scoffed, stepping past her without a second glance. His shoulder roughly bumped into hers, his hand brushing against hers with enough force to sting. He continued walking, his attention already elsewhere.
From within the lively, dancing crowd, a voice rang out—light, teasing, and undeniably smug.
"Hurry up, Lover boy," Emria called, leaning back as she swayed with the music. "Mommy's a little lonely over here."
Lover lifted a hand lazily, casting a glance over his shoulder with a smirk. "Don't worry, I'll keep you company in a minute, brat." His words carried an amused edge as he turned away and walked off.
Only Left Me Grateful
Enchanted exhaled, shaking off the odd encounter, but something felt... off. A strange sensation lingered in her fingers, an unfamiliar weight pressing against her palm. Slowly, she looked down, blinking in confusion.
A small object rested in her hand—a tiny spin top, its surface smooth and intricate. She frowned, lifting it slightly for a better look before glancing back toward Lover.
"Sir, I think you forgot some—" She started to call out, but he was already disappearing into the crowd, his figure fading from sight.
Her fingers curled around the toy, but before she could think too hard about it, a flicker of light pulsed from its core. She gasped, watching in amazement as the spin top suddenly illuminated with a cascade of colors, flickering in blues, purples, and silvers. Then, as if carried by an unseen force, it began to rise, spinning rapidly in the air.
Her eyes widened in awe. "What...?"
But the wonder was short-lived as the object drifted further away, its mesmerizing glow pulling it beyond her reach.
"No, get back here—!" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper as she instinctively rushed after it, her steps light and deliberate as she chased it through the crowd.
As Dream entered the crowd of kids, he caught sight of Enchanted slipping away toward the forest. Intrigued, he glanced around to ensure his parents weren't watching before quietly following her.
I Can Take It All I Won't Break —-
Into the Forest
Enchanted wandered deeper into the forest, chasing after a small spinning top toy that seemed to float just out of reach. She stumbled and fell into the grass, exasperated.
—As Long As I Have You
"Would you stop? You're going to get me in—" she muttered as she finally caught the toy, only for it to tug her forward again. "Trouble!" she sighed.
She opened her hand, letting the toy float freely again, its lights flickering like miniature moonflies. "Did he… purposely give me this?" she wondered aloud, shaking her head in disbelief. "No, he wouldn't…" But as she watched it spin and twirl around her, a small smile tugged at her lips. For a moment, the darkness of her world faded, replaced by the simple joy of the glowing lights.
My Last Song
She laughed softly, spinning and dancing with the toy like a child lost in a dream as she begins to sing these words beautifully:
As Long As I Have You My Last Song, Ohhh
Dream emerged from the shadows, leaning against a tree and laughing softly. "Hey, do you dance often?" he asked, wiping his nose with his arm. "You're pretty good," he added with a friendly smile.
Startled, Enchanted turned around quickly. "Oh! Uh…" She approached him slowly, holding out the toy in her hands. "I was just… trying to return this. I think someone dropped it, sir."
Dream grinned, taking the toy from her and letting it spin in his hand. "Finders keepers," he said with a playful wink as he handed it back to her.
Enchanted hesitated but eventually took the toy from his hands. "Thank… you… sir," she stammered, unsure of what to make of the prince's kindness.
Dream shrugged. "What are you doing all the way out here, far from the castle?"
Enchanted's eyes widened in panic. "I don't know… I'm supposed to be inside," she whispered, bowing her head as she tried to slip away. But as she walked past him, the toy floated out of her hand again.
"Oops," she muttered, turning back to retrieve it. Dream was already watching it spin above his hands, his laughter filling the air.
"Prince, please," Enchanted urged, "let me escort you back to the festival. Your parents are probably worried sick about you."
Dream waved off her concern. "Nah, I'm sure they're just fine without me," he said, smiling easily.
Enchanted frowned, her worry growing. "But you're the prince! If anything happens to you…" Her voice trailed off as she realized the toy was gone again. She turned around swiftly, only to find Dream watching it float above his head, completely absorbed by its lights.
She gently grabbed the toy, pulling it down with a soft sigh. "Prince, my humble apologies, but let's go home now." She looked back at him, hoping he would follow. "Please."
Dream gazed up at the colorful moonflies dotting the night sky. "Hey, have you ever celebrated the Moonlight Festival before?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
Enchanted's expression grew distant. "No," she admitted quietly. "But I'm sure it's lots of fun. The king creates the best festivals for his great nation." She smiled weakly.
Dream tilted his head. "But what's it mean to you?"
Enchanted hesitated, unsure how to answer. "I…"
"You really want to celebrate, don't you?" Dream pressed gently, a knowing smile on his lips.
Enchanted hesitated, her feet shifting slightly as she took slow, cautious steps backward. Her gaze darted to the side, searching for an escape from the weight of the question.
"Nope, I—I mean, I shouldn't," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. It was against her master's rules, and she knew better than to disobey.
Dream tilted his head slightly, considering her words before offering a small smile. "Well, there's this funny story," he said with an easy shrug. "I always find myself alone on these kinds of festivals… believe that or not… sooo—" He extended a hand toward her, his fingers open in invitation. "How about we share this one together?"
Enchanted froze, her breath catching in her throat. She looked down, torn. "Prince, I'm a slave. You can't—" She glanced up at him, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You'll get in trouble. You can't be around me." Her eyes flickered anxiously from side to side before she lifted her hands to her head, tugging her elf-like ears downward as if trying to hide them. Worry painted her expression. "I'm a demon, and you're a—a Hunter."
Dream stood there, watching her as though the weight of her words barely registered. A slight frown tugged at his lips.
Enchanted sighed, stepping toward him cautiously. She pointed to herself with both hands, exaggerating her movements as if trying to make him understand something painfully obvious. "I am a demon," she emphasized, before jabbing a finger at him in the same manner. "You are a Hunter—who—" She pointed back at herself, tilting her head, leaning forward slightly, and nodding as if testing his comprehension. "—hunts me. My demon kind."
Dream's expression remained blank for a moment before he let out a light laugh. "Uh… what are you? A deer?" He placed his hands on his hips, a smirk teasing his lips. "I'm not a hunter. I promise you that."
Enchanted's brow twitched in frustration. "You—" She made a slicing motion across her throat, her voice dropping with emphasis. "Kill me. Not have fun with me." She searched his face, then glanced up, as if grasping for the right words. Her hands moved animatedly as she spoke. "Like—like a farm animal. You put it in a slaughterhouse or something!" She shook her head. "So, to dance with me is like—like dancing with a chicken! Or even worse, a demon." Her hands lifted in mock menace, fingers curled as she attempted a dramatic growl. "A monster who's gonna devour you—" She lunged slightly, waving her hands like claws. "—eat you alive—"
Dream twisted his head to the side, trying to suppress his laughter but failing. A chuckle escaped, and then another before he finally broke into full amusement. "You're no demon to me…" he grinned. "Matter of fact, I really like these big ears."
Before she could react, he reached forward, gently grabbing her ears, his eyes widening in wonder. "Wow, they really are BIG. You know what they say?"
Enchanted blinked, reaching up to carefully remove his hands from her ears. "What do they say? And who are they?"
Dream's grin widened as he leaned forward slightly, resting on his knees with playful exaggeration. "The bigger the ears, the more wisdom to gain. C'mon, give me a few pointers." His voice carried an undeniable teasing edge as he wagged his brows.
Enchanted couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Crossing her arms, she tilted her head. "At your command," she mused. Then, in a swift movement, she grasped his hands and squinted at him. "Go back home."
With a firm tug, she pulled him upright. Her hands gestured outward, her brows lifting in an exasperated expression. "What are you doing, Prince? Don't you understand the King might have you killed being out here like this? I mean—" She shook her head, her expression falling into something more solemn. "I don't want you dead because of me. You have a good, long life ahead of you, and you're your father's only heir." She sighed, looking down, sadness pooling in her gaze. "It… it doesn't really matter at this point if I go. The kingdom doesn't need me."
Dream tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Wow, you've got my dad pegged wrong." He folded his arms across his chest, standing firm.
Enchanted rolled her eyes, laughing dryly. She clapped her hands lightly against her sides. "Well, I know that already," she muttered. Then, taking a few steps away, she suddenly stopped. Looking back over her shoulder, she met his gaze, her expression shifting to something unreadable. "I know you don't understand, but this…" She hesitated before speaking softly, "this means disloyalty to your father. I have to go."
With that, she turned away, walking forward with purpose.
Dream's voice chased after her, laced with a mix of amusement and persuasion. "Well, if you go, then I have no choice but to—" He examined his nails casually, letting his words hang. "—rat you out, I guess." A smirk played at his lips. "Or, you can just have fun like I asked." He extended his hand again, looking in her direction with a small, knowing smile.
Enchanted paused, her gaze lowering. The words sat heavy in her chest. "Rat me out?" she echoed softly. Turning slowly, she walked back toward him, hesitating only slightly before reaching for his arm. Her grip was gentle but firm. "That's… the right thing to do," she murmured. Her eyes searched his face before she whispered, "But please, go back home. It's dangerous for you out here."
Dream held her gaze, his expression unreadable for a moment before he let out a soft sigh. "Alright, I won't rat you out." His voice was light, but there was something warm in it. "I'll, uh… just be sad and lonely." He gave a dramatic kick at a stray rock, sending it rolling into the distance. "And uh, you can go back home and miss the opportunity of a lifetime." He cleared his throat, his voice laced with playful guilt. "So uh… you should go now." He folded his arms and turned away, shrugging as if it didn't matter. "But if you ever change your mind, let me know."
Enchanted stopped in her tracks, lifting her head. Sad… and lonely? She looked back at him, then down at the ground. Maybe he's just… trying to be nice.
She hesitated before speaking. "What if I said I did?" Her voice was quiet, uncertain. Then, tilting her head slightly, she met his gaze with a wary smile, her brows knitted with concern. "Will you forgive me?"
Dream's expression softened. His smile brightened, warm and full of life. "There's nothing to forgive," he assured her. Then, with a grin, he lifted his fists playfully. "You won't regret it, I promise."
Enchanted couldn't fight the smile that pulled at her lips.
So Keep Me Grounded
The festival lights shimmered in the night, casting a warm glow over the lively crowd. Laughter and music filled the air, but amidst it all, two figures stood out—spinning, laughing, and lost in their own world.
Dream tried to keep up, mirroring Enchanted's graceful movements with all the effort he could muster. But his feet betrayed him, stumbling over themselves until he landed squarely on his backside with a surprised yelp. He blinked up at her, stunned for a moment, before bursting into laughter.
Keep Me On My Toes
Enchanted softly sang as she twirled effortlessly, balancing on her toes like a ballet dancer gazing at the colorful Moonflies above as her eyes came to an open. The festival's lights danced against her silhouette, making her look ethereal. When she glanced over her shoulder at Dream, she saw him watching her in quiet wonder, a smile tugging at his lips.
She turned fully to face him. "Come on, don't just sit there, you were doing good."
Dream smirked, shaking his head. "Really? I like your sarcasm."
Enchanted giggled, reaching down to grab his hands and pull him back up to his feet. As soon as he was standing, she spun with him, their hands clasped for a moment before she let go. She raised her arms, twirling away with effortless grace.
They both laughed, spinning together again, their movements more in sync this time. The joy of the moment carried them forward, until finally, they let go and collapsed into the soft grass, breathless and laughing.
As Dream lay there, his laughter slowly faded. His gaze drifted to Enchanted's shoulder, where the soft glow of the festival lights revealed a scarred burn running from her neck down. His amusement vanished, replaced by concern.
"What happened to you?" he asked, sitting up quickly. "Wh-what's this?" His voice carried a mix of worry and disbelief.
If Free Is Not What I'm Meant To Be Then Please
Enchanted followed his gaze before instinctively covering her shoulder with her hand. "Oh... this?" She hesitated before offering a small, dismissive shrug. "I messed up on the King's breakfast today, and I got in trouble with my master, is all."
Dream's brows furrowed, and without thinking, he reached for her arm, gently turning it over to reveal more scars—old and new, layered over one another in a painful history written across her skin.
"H-how many times did you mess up breakfast?" he asked, his voice appalled as he took in the painful marks.
Enchanted's expression turned wary. "It's..." She carefully pulled her arm from his grasp, hugging it close to herself. "I have to be disciplined when I don't obey orders. And he has to hurt me good enough for me to learn." Her voice was quiet, almost distant. She lifted her gaze to the sky, watching the moonflies float gently in the air. "Demons can be really stubborn, you know."
Dream folded his arms, annoyance flickering across his face. "You don't seem rebellious to me. You're always working hard—harder than everyone else. I mean, you do all the work while everyone else just asks you for things."
Enchanted let out a small sigh and glanced at him, unsure of how to respond.
Dream shook his head. "What if they're wrong about your kind being demons?" He hesitated before continuing. "I think—whoever made up the demon stuff has some serious problems. You couldn't be a demon."
Enchanted's expression darkened. "No. Your parents are telling you the truth. I'm not innocent. My people killed many of yours."
Dream's jaw clenched. "And my people killed all of yours," he countered. "Didn't we do the same? Except—except... you don't even have anybody anymore."
Enchanted's eyes flickered with something unspoken. "Ugh..." she muttered, looking away.
Dream exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Look, that has nothing to do with you or me. We've been together for hours, celebrating, and you didn't try to kill me or even run away. Look at me—not a scar on me." He gestured to her, then his expression hardened. "But you... those scars—ugh."
Enchanted stared down, lost in thought.
Dream studied her, his frustration laced with sympathy. "If I were you, and you were me right now, I would've killed you already," he admitted. "But you acted as if I deserved kindness. Even after everything my people have done." He took a breath, voice softening. "I'm sorry, I—I just can't see you as a demon. What's demonic are those unfair scars. I'm not like them. You're not a demon to me. And I'd never hurt you that way."
Keep Me Grounded
Enchanted's eyes softened, the weight of his words settling deep within her. She looked down, her lips parting as if to speak—just as the festival lights flickered around them, wrapping them in a moment that neither of them would soon forget.
A soft voice called out, breaking the stillness.
"Dream dear♪ where are you?"
Enchanted's eyes widened as she jolted upright, her breath caught in her throat. "Ugh," she groaned, trying to steady herself.
Beside her, Dream nudged her urgently. "hurry—behind that big tree."
Enchanted nodded, concern flickering in her eyes. She stood hesitantly, glancing at him. "Prince... thank you."
Dream gave her a sharp look. "Thank me later, GO."
A small smile touched her lips before she turned and ran, disappearing into the dense foliage just as the approaching figure stepped into the clearing.
Sunset walked up, her dress flowing with the gentle breeze. "What are you doing all the way over here? Running away from a dance?"
A flurry of blue rose petals spiraled through the air as Donté materialized, strolling towards them with an effortless grace. "Don't you know it's dangerous to travel alone?"
Dream put his hands behind his head, a lazy grin on his face. "Uh... nah, I do this all the time."
Donté chuckled. "Don't worry, I know you can't help it. You get it from your father."
Sunset playfully shoved Donté's head, smiling. "Don't encourage him."
Laughter bubbled from Donté as he crouched before Dream, placing a hand on his head. "What has happened, my son? I wanted you to have fun this time and not be alone."
Dream straightened up, eyes darting as he scrambled for a response. "Well, maybe fun to me is not fun to you, but I guarantee you, I had fun all alone with not a soul to accompany me. I—I'm a lone wolf." He folded his arms defiantly before clearing his throat. "That's what I'm trying to say."
Sunset lowered herself onto her knees, gently touching his face. "It's fine, dear. Just don't run out so far. Me and your father couldn't bear to see you hurt or imagine you kidnapped. You mean so much to us."
Donté's voice turned firm. "Nowhere too far from the castle, understand?"
Dream closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "Yes, father."
Sunset pulled him into a warm embrace, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Come, let's go."
Another night fell, casting deep shadows through the castle's windows. He yawned, stretching before making his way to the large entrance door to his room. Just as his fingers brushed the doorknob, a faint, distressed sound reached his ears—a pained, almost childlike whimper.
He paused, eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Ah?" He glanced around, puzzled.
Carefully, he cracked the door open, peering into the dimly lit hallway. His breath hitched at the sight before him.
Donté had Enchanted pinned against the cold stone wall, his grip firm around her upper arms. The force of the slam still echoed in the silence.
"My father is coming tomorrow. It's his birthday," Donté stated, his expression darkening. "If you mess this up, I'll..." He squinted, frustration flickering in his eyes before he spat out, "I'll make you into a human maggot. No arms, no legs. Understand?"
Enchanted's lips parted, but no words came out.
Donté's face turned a shade of crimson, embarrassed by his own poor choice of words. "Do you not comprehend the warning given?" His voice was sharp, impatient.
She nodded frantically, fear flashing in her wide eyes. "Yes, Master! I—I'll do my best, I promise."
Donté's expression softened into satisfaction. "Good." Without hesitation, he released her, letting her crumple onto the ground. "No sleep, no rest. Just work until he arrives tomorrow at noon." He turned on his heel, folding his arms. "You'll eat sometime tomorrow."
Dream barely managed to shut the door before his father walked past. Holding his breath, he waited. Once the footsteps faded, he peeked back out, his eyes immediately landing on Enchanted.
Come On Keep Me Humble
She let out a shaky sigh, glancing around as if grounding herself. Her voice, barely above a whisper, trembled. "The whole castle... I have to... I have to do this." She clenched her fists, trying to lift herself off the ground, but her injured leg buckled beneath her, sending her crashing back down. "What am I talking about...? I can't do this. It's pointless to even try." Her head drooped, fingers gripping at her hair in silent anguish. "I've been beaten all day... all night. I haven't gotten sleep since the day before." She squinted down at the scars littering her arms, her voice breaking. "I do all... all of this just... to do it again, and again, and again."
Her shoulders quivered as the weight of exhaustion and despair bore down on her. "Why do I even try?" She hugged her knees, burying her face against them as soft sobs escaped her lips. "If nobody even cares about me..." Her voice cracked. "Why should I care?" She shook as tears fell freely. "I'm just... all alone."
A shadow moved beside her. Dream crouched down, his voice gentle yet sure. "Hey." He studied her quietly before tilting his head. "You're never alone, 'cause God's always there, right?" His brow lifted in question.
Enchanted gasped softly, her tear-streaked face turning towards him. "Ugh..."
Dream dipped a cloth into a bowl of water, squeezing out the excess before pressing it against a stain on the floor. "Just rest. I got this. Only pretend like you're doing something when my father comes." He shot her a playful wink before returning to his task, moving quickly and efficiently.
Enchanted's eyes widened at his casual, almost absurd kindness. A storm of emotions whirled in her expression—confusion, hesitation, a trace of gratitude. She shook her head, wiping her tears hurriedly. "What do you mean, rest? I'm fine." She reached for the cloth, but Dream held it away from her grasp.
"Augh, what'd I say?" His tone was light, but firm.
She frowned, frustration furrowing her brow. "What's wrong with you?" She studied him warily, suspicion creeping into her voice. "Why are you helping me? Are... are you his slave too?" A flicker of worry passed over her face.
Dream let out a small chuckle. "No, of course not. Yup, I'm a spoiled slave—that's why I'm dressed like this." He laughed a little before fanning his hand dismissively. "Nah, I'm just messing with you. I'm his son."
Enchanted simply stared at him, watching as he continued scrubbing with surprising diligence. A moment passed before she glanced down, a hesitant smile forming on her lips. "I'll come help you." Determination flashed in her eyes as she pushed herself up, wincing as she stumbled slightly. Ignoring the pain, she limped away quickly, disappearing around the corner.
Dream paused, his gaze lingering on the spot where she had stood. A small smile tugged at his lips before he snapped out of his daze, frowning as he scrubbed faster, more determined than before.
"If she gets beat, I do too..." He muttered, then shook his head, unsatisfied. "Nope. Sound convincing." He inhaled deeply before declaring with more resolve, "If she gets beat, I do too!" A beat passed before he groaned. "Nope, still sounds like I don't believe it. Augh, forget it. Either way, if she gets beat, I'm gonna be mad, so—"
He angrily scrubbed at the floor, his frustration manifesting in rapid, furious strokes.
The castle echoed with the soft sound of footsteps, their rhythmic pace growing louder as Dream's heart pounded in his chest. He froze, his pulse racing. He had been out too long, and the moment he heard the steps approach, he quickly stood up, letting the towel slip from his grasp.
Dream, looking around wildly, his breath quickened—Where are you? His thoughts swirled in a frantic mess as he heard the heavy footsteps round the corner. There, standing in the doorway, was Donté. His father's expression softened, the relief evident in his gaze.
Donté: "Ah, there you are." His voice was filled with a gentle concern. "What are you doing out here? It's time for bed."
Dream stammered, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. His fingers fumbled nervously as he tried to speak. "Uh uh I w-well I... I uh..."
He clapped his hands together in an effort to collect himself, then stuttered again, his words barely forming. "Nothing!"
A brief silence fell between them as Donté eyed Dream, his gaze shifting toward the towel and the bucket on the ground. Dream immediately stepped in front of them, blocking his view.
Donté, still concerned, asked, "Where is Enchanted?"
Dream hesitated, his face growing pale, before muttering, "She just left to go get a broom... uh, the... the broom!"
Donté squinted at him, noticing the damp spot on Dream's shirt from cleaning. He placed his hands firmly on Dream's shoulders, his expression softening. "Everything's fine, Dream." He paused, his voice shifting to something more serious. "You can't stay out here with her. You'll get hurt."
He pulled Dream into a hug, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "Go to sleep," Donté murmured. "We have a big day tomorrow, son."
Dream's face fell, his excitement now replaced with a deep sadness. Slowly, he turned away, dragging his feet toward his room, his movements heavy with hesitation.
Donté, watching him with a smile, gave a gentle pat on his shoulder. "Come along, child." He said softly as they walked into the room together.
As they disappeared down the hallway, Enchanted arrived, panting and carrying two heavy water buckets in her hands. She dropped them onto the ground, looking around with uncertainty.
Let Me Lose It All
Enchanted: "Prince?" she called out, her voice a mix of concern and hope. She placed the buckets down and leaned against the door, listening carefully. The sound of Donté speaking to Dream came through the walls, and her shoulders slumped with a quiet sigh. Her eyes flicked over the vast expanse of the castle. "I'll try..."
"And I made a friend…A Hunter friend."
The scene shifted, taking us to Enchanted in her chambers. She lay on her back, exhausted and disheveled. Her once neatly arranged hair was now wild and tangled. She ran a hand through it, further messing it up, as she tried to calm her breathing. Despite her exhaustion, her mind raced with a thousand thoughts. She felt sick, her body heavy with weariness.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps caught her attention. Her heart skipped a beat, and she sat up quickly, frowning. The silhouette was shorter than Donté's. Her eyes widened in surprise as Dream stepped into the light, his presence a beacon of innocence.
Just As Long As You Stay With Me
Enchanted: "Dream?!" she gasped, waving her hands frantically. "No, no, no—get out of here! You don't understand—"
But Dream was already moving, squatting down to slide a tray of pizza and a pouch of water through the bars of her cell. His eyes met hers, full of urgency as he whispered.
Dream: He placed a finger to his lips in a soft gesture. "Shh..."
He was already turning to leave, hurrying to avoid being caught.
Enchanted's eyes softened, tears welling up in gratitude. She whispered a heartfelt "Thank you," before silently hitting her head against the cold bars of the cell, her grief mingled with a silent joy.
Dream walked away, feeling proud of himself for his small act of kindness. But as he turned a corner, he collided with Donté, who stood there with a raised eyebrow, his expression stern.
Dream: "Daaaad!" His voice was a mix of panic and forced nonchalance as he quickly tried to recover. "Oh, it's a funny one..."
He scratched his chin thoughtfully, trying to distract his father. "How do you make a tissue dance?" He leaned in, grinning.
Donté blinked slowly, his face unmoving, his expression hard as stone.
Dream, sensing the tension, started to speak, but Donté held up a hand to stop him.
Donté: "Don't tell me... I'm pondering," he said in a serious tone, squatting down and rubbing his chin. "What are you doing down here? I told you, prisons are not for kids."
Dream stammered, a nervous laugh escaping him. "Oh, yup. Very dangerous for kids. In fact, I'm terrified—"
He paused, his words trailing off, as he tried to look serious. "Yup, no kids allowed. Got it."
Donté sighed deeply, his gaze softening. He crouched down, his tone filled with fatherly sincerity. "Don't ever go down here again. It's too dangerous for you, understand?"
Dream nodded vigorously, his voice a whisper of agreement. "Yes, yeeeah, uh-huh."
Donté, satisfied, stood up and wrapped an arm around Dream's shoulder, guiding him back toward their room. He paused by the door and turned to face his son, a mischievous grin on his face, his sharp fang showing. "You put a boogie in it," he said with a knowing smile.
Dream blinked in surprise, looking up at his father with wide eyes. Then, without warning, he burst into laughter, his nervous tension melting away.
Meanwhile, back in the prison cell, Enchanted knelt on the floor, clutching the tray Dream had left her. Her face lit up in a radiant smile as she swirled her arms in the air, falling back onto the ground in a fit of pure joy.
Enchanted: "Food!" she exclaimed, her voice full of happiness.
Donté's voice suddenly echoed down the hallway, causing her to jump.
Donté: "ENCHANTED! GET SOME SLEEP!"
Enchanted panicked, her eyes wide as she quickly shoved the pizza into her mouth, trying to hide it. She heard his footsteps drawing closer and, in her haste, swallowed the whole slice too quickly. Her throat tightened in discomfort.
Donté: His voice rang out from behind the door as he peeked around the corner, holding Dream up by the arm. "You hear me?"
Dream shifted uneasily, his face breaking out in a cold sweat as he swung his feet nervously.
Enchanted, struggling to breathe, suddenly began to choke. She hit her throat, her eyes wide in panic. "Y-Yes!" she managed to croak.
Once Donté left, she exhaled in relief, her body shaking from the tension. She wiped her brow and muttered softly, "I wish I could've enjoyed that... I just tasted painful texture."
The scene shifted to a quieter moment. Dream and Enchanted sat side by side on the balcony, staring up at the stars. The cool night air brushed against their skin as they shared an ice cream cone.
Enchanted shook him gently, her face filled with excitement. "Did you see a shooting star yet?"
Dream grinned, licking his ice cream with a carefree smile. "Yeah, plenty more than you can count."
Enchanted sighed softly, her gaze turning wistful. "Lucky you. I haven't seen one yet..."
They continued their conversation, the warmth of their friendship glowing in the quiet night. But their carefree moment was cut short when Donté appeared at the balcony doors, a frown on his face as he looked at the two of them. His presence made Enchanted freeze, her smile faltering.
Dream glanced over his shoulder with a Woe Expression.
Donté's voice was heavy with authority. "What is this, Enchanted?"
Enchanted, her heart pounding, dropped her head in shame. "It's my fault. Please, don't hurt him. He doesn't know better, Master," she said, dropping to her knees before him.
Dream instantly stepped forward, his heart set on defending her. "No, it's MY fault, Father! Don't hurt her!" His voice was firm, his face serious, even with ice cream smeared across his mouth.
Enchanted looked up, shock flooding her eyes. "Prince, don't do this," she whispered, her voice trembling. Tears welled up in her eyes as she closed them, her heart breaking at the thought of him taking the blame. "Please…'
Donté squinted. "Stand up, slave."
She stood, holding her arm, looking afraid.
"Your disobedience will get you in a bad place with me, don't you understand that?"
Sunset looked at Donté. "You don't have to hurt her this time. I'll have her taken care of."
Donté looked at her. She then turned her gaze to Enchanted, who was walking up. "Our son—he's never been interactive with anyone but his family, so I'm guessing he must feel comfortable around the demon for some reason."
Enchanted's eyes widened as she delicately ran her long, glittering white nail through a strand of her hair, twirling it between her fingers before bringing it down to her face. Her gaze remained locked, intense and unreadable.
Dream groaned, looking at Sunset, his expression soft and taken aback.
Sunset rested her elbow on her arm, placing her hand under her chin. "I propose a little suggestion for you, my prince." She turned her gaze to Donté. "If he takes her as his slave, will that take a burden off of you?"
Enchanted let out a very small gasp, looking down, worried.
Donté squinted. "I don't make decisions for someone who may not be willing. That's a decision for him to make."
Dream spoke quickly. "Yes! I mean—of course, please!" He looked very hopeful, worried they might change their minds.
Donté scoffed and stared at Enchanted for a long time. She looked terrified. "Very well, but you still do as I say, slave."
Enchanted nodded. "Yes, master."
Donté's eyes darkened. "You treat my son like royalty, or you come see me, and it won't be good. Do you understand?"
She nodded again. He shoved her head, making her stumble a little before turning and walking away.
"Sunset, put her into her chambers."
And sometimes that big step is definitely worth it, especially when you don't have anything to lose.
Enchanted was pressed against the wall in her prison cell, her back raw from the whip. She screamed with each lash, her cries echoing through the stone walls. Suddenly, the whipping stopped. Her breath hitched as fear gripped her.
"Enchanted, turn around," Sunset commanded.
Slowly, Enchanted turned, falling to her knees and bowing her head. Sunset knelt in front of her, leaning in close, her lips nearly brushing Enchanted's ear. "I killed your mother, Enchanted. I know you remember."
Enchanted's eyes widened as she stared down at her lap, her hands trembling.
Sunset pulled back, watching her closely. "I know you hate me, don't you?"
Enchanted slowly raised her head, her hands tightening into fists against her dress. Her lip quivered as grief and pain flooded her features, her eyes burning with hurt and resentment.
Sunset sighed. "I know, I know how you feel, my dear." Her frown deepened, her own eyes shaking. "You can let it out. It'll only make you bitter holding it inside."
A choked sob escaped Enchanted as she fought to contain herself. "Why?" She shook as tears streamed down her face. "Why did you do it?" Her voice cracked. "How can you be so... ruthless and heartless to us? I was just a kid!"
Sunset clasped her hands together. "Stay calm, Enchanted. You can't let yourself go." She placed her hands on Enchanted's shoulders, inhaling deeply. "Calm."
Enchanted closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath. "It doesn't matter anymore, but I just want to know… why?"
One Day I'll Stand Tall
Sunset looked down, a soft smile on her lips. "Sometimes these things can't be explained." She pulled Enchanted into a hug, lowering her head. Enchanted stiffened, shocked. "But I promise you, angel, you will understand in due time. I promise."
Reaching for Enchanted's hair, Sunset took a strand and tied a white ribbon around it, pulling the strings tight. Then, she rose to her feet, stepping away.
"Get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow. The king said you will be participating in the big performance, and hunters from around the world will come to watch." She smiled. "Be ready."
Sunset turned and left the prison, closing the heavy door behind her.
Enchanted stared down, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that a real promise?"
Sunset paused in her step, her eyes shaking. "Yes, Enchanted."
Then, she disappeared.
Transitioning right to the next day, Enchanted was folding Donté's clothes, along with Sunset's and Dream's royal garments, in their gigantic room. She paused for a moment, her hands stilling over the fabric as she tuned in to the hushed conversation between Donté and Sunset. The two sat in front of each other, their voices low and serious.
I Took The Fall, But It Kept Me Grounded
Sunset reached out, taking his hand gently in hers. "What can you live with, with Him, Donté? What are you going to say to Him?"
Donté lowered his gaze, his expression pained. "Sunset, don't do this. I can't do this. I can't lose you."
Sunset moved closer, wrapping her arms around him and whispering softly in his ear.
Donté pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her silently as though afraid to let go.
Enchanted, watching the exchange, tilted her head in confusion before lowering her eyes back to her work. Sunset's gaze flickered toward her briefly before returning to Donté.
Besides being a slave, the king assigned me one more job—to raise money for the kingdom by being a display case for the hunters as a rare nation to be captured. They paid money to come see my performance and be entertained, like watching a clown at a circus.
Losing The Crown Has Only .. Made Me Humble
The next day, on her performance day, Enchanted stood in front of a grand vanity mirror, dressed in an emerald green fairy outfit. She cradled her fairy helmet in her arms. Behind her, Donté combed through her hair, his touch methodical, almost gentle. She kept her head down, her hands folded together, her expression unreadable.
Donté placed his hands on her shoulders. "Don't mess this up. I must see perfection out there."
Enchanted nodded. "Yes, master."
He took the helmet from her hands and placed it atop her head. Her reflection stared back at her, and from outside, the roaring crowd chanted her name. Her fists clenched at her sides as she exhaled sharply.
"If God wills, I can do this."
She stood on stage, dancing in rhythmic, tribal movements. Flames swirled around her as she wielded her fairy magic, mesmerizing the crowd of hunters who watched in awe. The King lounged in his seat, eyes glimmering with greed, snickering at the riches flooding his pockets. Nearby, Donté grabbed his wife and son's hands, pulling them away in total disgust at the sight of his father's hysterical laughter.
Then I heard bad news…
I Lost It All, But I Know It—
Enchanted walked down the corridor, looking as exhausted as ever, a saucer balancing a teacup in her hands. When she entered Donté and Sunset's bedroom, she hesitated. The room was dim, the only light filtering through the window. Donté sat at a table, unmoving. Something was wrong.
She stepped forward, her eyes drifting to the table. A large portrait of Sunset, smiling, sat amidst pink and orange flowers and flickering candles. Her breath hitched. Her fingers gripped the saucer tighter.
"Master, your tea?" she whispered. "Master?"
Silence.
She bowed her head. "I'm sorry, sir." She turned to leave.
"Enchanted… put it down, Enchanted."
She hesitated before setting the tea on the table. Suddenly, Donté's hand shot out, covering hers. Her breath caught as fear jolted through her. His hand trembled atop hers, his grip unsteady.
Then, a choked sound escaped him. He gritted his teeth, his head bowed, his hair hiding his face. Tears spilled freely, falling onto the table as he struggled to contain his grief.
Princess Sunset died. My master's wife. And even after all she did... I never feel emotionless when I lose anyone, be it friend or foe.
Enchanted watched as he wept, her own eyes clouding. Slowly, hesitantly, she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, resting her head atop his. She said nothing, only rubbing his back in silent comfort.
Donté stiffened at first, but then, he reached up, placing a trembling hand over hers, his grip unsteady as he sought solace in her presence. He closed his eyes and cried.
The scene shifts, revealing Enchanted standing silently at the threshold of Dream's dimly lit room. Her gaze peeks through the barely opened door, catching sight of Emria seated beside Dream on the bed, her arms wrapped around him in a gentle embrace. She whispers soothing words, her voice a tender lullaby, as she consoles him over the loss of his mother. On the other side of Dream, Lover rests a firm yet comforting hand on his shoulder, his presence steady and reassuring.
Dream himself remains eerily silent, a shadow of sorrow cast over his being. His expression is melancholy, his hands constantly and roughly wiping away the never-ending stream of tears from his weary face. The weight of his grief is heavy in the air, thick enough to choke the light.
Enchanted lowers her head, sadness flickering in her eyes before she swiftly turns away. Without a sound, she disappears down the dim hallway. Just as she vanishes, Dream's gaze lifts. He catches the last glimpse of her hair disappearing past the door, and something in his heart stirs. He stares after her retreating form, his sadness momentarily replaced with a quiet wonder.
Only Left Me Grateful
Enchanted steps into her prison chambers—a stark, cold space that mirrors the emptiness inside her. The room is bare, a bleak cell with a simple bed fixed against the wall, a meager shower, and a lonely hanging light. She walks inside, her presence casting long shadows against the stone walls.
Her voice, soft but unwavering, fills the space as she begins to sing,
I can face it all...
Time ripples, shifting like a living entity. She grows older before the very walls of her confinement, and with her, the room transforms. The once lifeless cell breathes anew, sprouting lush greenery—an oasis born of solitude. Plants and flowers bloom around her, embracing her existence. A swing bed dangles near large windows that flood the space with golden sunlight.
I Can Take It All, I Won't Break As Long As I Have You
Enchanted sings with more strength than before as the years pass in an instant, maturing into a fifteen-year-old girl, standing at the heart of her new sanctuary. The walls morph into an ethereal white chamber, the soft drapes of her windows swaying in a gentle breeze. Her hand rises over her heart as she surveys the space, her eyes mellow yet distant. Her voice lingers,
My Last Song
And her last words to me… they keep echoing in my mind. I keep thinking about it.
As Long As I Have You My Last Song!
The scene shifts.
A grand, endless hallway stretches before her, with every step an echo had followed. She walks, her hair swaying in slow motion, a silent testament to the weight she carries. From the opposite end, Donté approaches. They are destined to pass one another, moving in separate directions. As she nears him, she closes her eyes, letting the words of Sunset resurface in her mind:
"Sometimes these things can't be explained."
As Long As I … Have … You
The background fades into a stark white void. They are nothing but silhouettes, shadowed figures caught in the rhythm of fate. As their shoulders brush, their hearts glow faintly within their chests, beating as though speaking to one another.
"But I promise you, angel,
you will understand in due time, I promise—"
Their hands almost touch. Almost.
Her heart pounds once—hard—then stops.
Hmmmmmmmmm
Her eyes snap open, her breath catching in her throat. She halts, her hair swaying forward with the sudden stillness. From the front view, she remains frozen in place while Donté continues walking, never looking back. Her hand moves instinctively to her chest, pressing against the fierce beat of her heart. Her expression flickers—shock, realization, understanding. Memories flood her mind, each one more vivid than the last.
I Have You
And the more I thought about it…—
The memories strike like lightning.
Blood splatters the ground as Donté's fists crash into her, relentless and merciless. His claws slice through her flesh, painting the air red as her screams reverberate through the void.
"You can't protect yourself! You need someone to protect you! You weak being!" Donté's voice cuts through the chaos.
Another memory.
His nails dig deep into her throat as he lifts her effortlessly, his piercing gaze burning into hers. "My father is coming tomorrow, and I want this castle perfected and spotless. Do I make myself clear?"
I Have You hmm mmmm
She walks, no longer a silhouette, but real—present. Her eyes widen, memories continuing to claw their way to the surface.
—The more it all began to make perfect sense.
Sunset, her expression unreadable, lifts a pot and pours scorching water over her. Enchanted's scream pierces the air as the seasonings she held scatter to the floor.
The more I knew her promise was true…
I Have You mmmm
Another flash.
She lays broken and bloodied on the cold stone floor. In the hazy blur of her vision, she sees him. Donté crouches beside her, watching.
I Have Youuuuuuuu hmmm
She stands before her bedroom door, her hand resting on the wood as she drowns in thought. The echoes of pain, the suffering, the resilience—it all aligns.
Another memory slams into her.
She is thrown against the wall, her back taking the brunt of a merciless whip. The sound of the lash cracks through the silence.
The next morning, she stands in front of her mirror, her shoulder-less dress revealing the smooth, unblemished skin of her back. No scars. No wounds. Only an eerie, inexplicable absence of pain.
I Have You
Another memory.
Blood streaks across her face as Donté's claws rip through her cheek, the wound deep and unforgiving.
The next day, she stands before her vanity, fingers tracing her face where the gash should have been. Nothing. Her reflection stares back, unscarred, untouched by time.
I Have Youuuu
Memories upon memories—beatings, cruelty, suffering. The bruises, the broken bones, the exhaustion. Each morning, her body is whole again, as if time itself refuses to acknowledge her pain.
((Piano Keys Of The Song's Outro))
She exhales, stepping into her room. She sits on her bed, folding her legs beneath her, her hands laced together in her lap.
I understand it now. I'm sure
((Last Piano Key Note))
The weight of revelation settles over her.
There is a reason why I'm here, and it wasn't by mistake…
The scene fades, swallowed by the quiet hum of destiny.