They call me, Darkness
With a flick of her wrist, she summons her guards who approach while holding a young maiden by their arms.
“Release her,” a soft yet stern voice breaks the stillness in the oval-shaped room. The guards push the young maiden to the floor.
“Arise. Tell me your name,” the princess demands. Standing up on her feet the young maiden answers.
“Savanna, your highness,” she sarcastically bows.
The princess rises from her throne and approaches the young woman, connecting her coffee-colored eyes to youthful sky-blue’s.
She reaches out her caramel color hand and gently grips the young woman’s chin.
“What is your true name, child?” She hisses, searching the sapphire eyes in front of her.
The young woman gathers what little courage she has and replies softly.
“Darkness, my princess. They call me Darkness.”