The Withering Palace by Alexia Purdy

Author:Alexia Purdy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, fantasy, paranormal, magic, fairy, sorcery, faeries, sword, myths and legends
Publisher: Lyrical Lit. Publishing

Chapter Seven

Aveta sat on the balcony of her room. The Withering Palace stood high above the ground, on the edge of a treacherous mountain that surveyed the lands beyond the Unseelie borders. The black taint darkened the trees here, kept a constant gloom hovering over the castle and land as if it was a funnel of black smog like the cities of humans had. But it wasn’t smog. It was the evil power, which left a sort of scar on the land, marring its beauty, marking it as the territory of the impure.

Aveta didn’t see herself as impure. She wondered why the Land of Faerie would be so prejudice and hold such things against her people. They did rage war a lot, but that was Elisandra’s doing. With the amount of land they had acquired from the Seelie, Aveta would be mighty content to rule it for a very long time. Maybe it was different after ruling for so long. Maybe after a while, it got boring and a ruler had to amass even more to stay happy. What then? What then when she grew tired of all which had been obtained? Would she change? Would her soul darken into a withered echo of itself, much like her mother’s had?

She hoped not. Pushing the thick braid of her hair over her shoulder, she cherished the sunset, a rich gold and peach color that reminded her of the poppy fields with Cranston. It’d been three years since she’d seen him. She had been confined to her chambers by her mother for unknown reasons three years ago upon returning from the fields beneath the Withering Palace.

Locked in a tower, alone.

This had made her bitter, angry and lonely. Elisandra’s time was coming fast. Aveta knew this better than anyone else.

Even Eladril had been forbidden to see her. No one came in, no one left. Her meals would appear out of thin air, probably casted into being by Elisandra from the other side. No servants to clean up or help Aveta into her clothes. The place would be magically perfect when she’d awaken in the mornings, no matter how trashed she’d let it become. It was enchanted. A bubble of purity that left her an immaculate prison. No escape, no interactions.

How long could she tolerate this without going mad?

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