Illegal Love

one

'Gosh, Aunt Avertury on her rounds again? Good heavens-the woman needs a break!'

'Aging ghosts, yes, need breaks, but you must let her have fresh air.'

'I know! But it's approaching closer to the witching hour and we mustn't stay up late. She is royalty and if royals become infected-'

A black cloud of dust appeared in the middle of the luxurious room, decked in red bridal colours and gems. Gold hung from the walls, curtains so long you would trip on them, and a chandelier white and pale as a dead body for a centerpiece. A woman, about 6ft tall, hovered above the ground. Her soft voice started to speak.

'Sorry for arriving late your majesties.'

'Cya-I mean Aunt-'

'No one says a nun's name in vain, or by accident. It is a sin.'

'Quite sorry. Please forgive me, for I have sinned.'

'Good work. The Gogdbun shall forgive you both.' She placed her icy white hands on the queen's ginger head.

'So, Aunt Avertury, have you noticed anything different lately?' asked the king.

'No, except for the fact that you were both having sex a minute ago. Yes, I could hear you. Your near-transparent curtains do not block sound from my now un-virgin ears.'

'Again, quite sorry. But I and Queen Kirth were trying for our 8th child, which please, will not be a miscarriage. I pray to the lord every day.'

Cyan turned around and placed her slender fingers on her chin in thought. 'You are doing something wrong.'

'Explain, explain!' the king said.

'Me and King Edward must know the way to make this not a miscarriage!'

Cyan shot a finger up, to pause them. She floated over to a table, full of religious ornaments and, The Gogdbun of course. She brushed her powdery long nails over the page and stopped at page 4000, a special number.

'Thou stoppeth thee miscarriage, thou must followeth thy rules.

1. Must wash and bathe in sunlight.

2. Must pray 7 times to the heavenly spirits above our mortal souls.

3. Must believe within thyself this will not go wrong.

4. Must pretend the world is bad and if thy miscarriage does not happen, the world shall be good once more.

Believeth in thy prosperous activities and listen to the angels. Followeth thy rules. The world shall change thy heart and make thyself continue birthing a child.'

'We must follow that? 7 times a day? Pretend our world is falling in pieces? Wash and bathe in sunlight?'

'We have already believed 7 times and nothing worked. Kirth and I, Edward, do not want to believe in an old book.'

'JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE ROYAL BLOOD DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE WORTHY OF BEING IGNORANT TO THE GOGDBUN!!!' Cyan let out these words in fury, lashing out at the royals. She lifted up the queen and threw her at the wall, bloody marks on her white clothing. 

'A-A-Aunt Avertury, calm down! I am sorry! I shall worship and pray to the book! And do each and every-' It was too late.

Cyan threw herself onto the king and kicked him, slashed him, and punched him. Blood poured and splattered on the already red walls.

Wiping some blood off her lip with her thumb, she looked at him in the eyes. 'Never disrespect me and my lord.'

And with that, she picked up the dead body of the queen, smothered with blood and insides, and carried her in her arms, her head danging loosely. Edward sputtered out blood and took his last breath, his eyeballs rolling up and his eyelids closed. 

The king and queen were dead.