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The tears of the sympathetic moon looking in the window had become stars in the night sky. The moon knew it could not help the princess, and like the wind,
the leaves, and the stars, it could only bear witness to her plight in that confining bedchamber.
Aurore was not a native of the castle, did not even know its location. It was the dark demesne, the winter palace of an emperor, the mad king, dubbed so by his
many detractors. The lapine lady was the lost princess of the fae realm, as the legends went, stolen from her castle of thorns. She was as soft as a peach, with
the eternal youth of a nascent blossom. Skittish, and gentle as a dove, she had been placed in the lavish chambers as a favor to her by her gaoler – for the
emperor liked to pretend he was unselfish and kind. Though still, she was just another bauble for his wealth of magical jewels, curious relics and hoard of
captured fabled beasts. And she was at the center of his obsession. His most prizable plunder, at last captured and caged.
The night sky sparkled, reflected in Aurore’s glittering tiara set with rosy cabochon rubies. It was cold there on the balcony, with only the ivy to keep her
company as she looked down onto the world from which she was being kept. The folds of her dress ruffled in the night air and soon the shadowed claw of the
Emperor appeared as from the corner of the room where the dark was deepest.
“Your gift,” He rumbled. The enormous black wolf leaned over the rabbit as though she were a doll and gingerly wrapped the dark crimson jewel, set in a golden
torc, around her gracile neck. “The Scarlet Heart... a fine prize amid my grand collection... one almost as precious as you.”
When the monstrous man in his darkly verdurous robes placed the gem upon her neck, he waited, knowing the reaction would be instantaneous. Indeed,
Aurore’s distrusting expression changed to one of distance, the distance of thousands of years as the faces and fates of the owners of the bauble who had
perished over the centuries entered her mind. The cursed red diamond had once been forged for the fae monarchs, never to be held by mortal hands. Aurore
quickly understood the jewel was no mere decorative object, but one of great power. It possessed the power to control the will of magic, a power which had
been abused in its history. It had rebelled against its mortal owners and one by one, its curse had taken their lives.
“I destroyed a legion of men for this. For you.” His voice was a deep thrum, and Aurore looked up to see him grinning – white predator’s teeth, eyes like ice.
“I did not ask for this. I do not want it,” Aurore resisted, stepping away from him, defiant always, though she had already been pursued, hunted, captured.
“You must,” He insisted and took a lock of her carnelian silk hair. “You are the only one through which I can harness the power. You, the last descendant of its
owners... the last princess of the Otherworld. The only one to extend my powers...”
“It is for that reason that I do not want it.” Aurore could not be persuaded by the boasts and the strong-arming of the emperor, for she would be ruled by no
man. She was a creature of the hills, of the valleys, of grass and green. She would not be kept in a stone box and dressed like a doll. The gem lay inert on her
chest, but Aurore could feel its curse, its anger. “We two, the gem and I, are a mirror and its reflection. We are of the same magic. Let us go. We are not yours..”
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