ONYX
Melody made a point by stopping one step above me, and I chose to play along. It didn’t matter which one of us stood higher right now because, at the end of the day, only one of us would stay in this palace.
I never cared about crowns and appearances, but today, I realised one simple thing: I would rather die than let her have her way. I wasn’t sure who or what she was and why she was doing all those horrible things to me. Frankly speaking, I only knew that she couldn’t be the sweet, kind Melody I wrote about in my book. Hence, I did not owe her anything.
“You look a bit pale, Onyx,” she sneered at me but made sure to cover her pretty face with her annoyingly perfect golden curls. One of us still cared about what people thought. And that person wasn’t me.
“Well played.” I offer
