The End Of Jule

I guess this is the last of my life.

I thought to myself when I got thrown forward in front of someone whom I recognized as one of the men my father had asked me to select a husband from.

He gave me a dark smile and I felt anger churn inside of me as tears coursed down my face.

"The King is gonna like his present so fucking much." The man crooned while sizing me up and I felt sick once again, mind registering that this man right here who had clearly betrayed my father, was actually answering to someone else, who's definitely behind this entire thing.

But, who was the person?

Before the man could get another word out, a string of gunshots echoed through the room and in the next moment, the man standing before me dropped dead along with the rest of the men standing around us accept for two. Those people escaped. I don't know who they were. I was trembling like a leaf when a man drew close till he was towering over me, and at the back of my mind, I noted that this stranger had arrived with a bunch of men armed with guns.

The stranger with a warm look in his eyes, held a hand out to me as he spoke softly. "Hello, Jule. You're safe now."

The stranger helped me up and a blanket was laid over me. A few introductions revealed that the stranger was a man who owed my mother his life. He revealed that mother and reached out to him tonight because she had felt like something was gonna go wrong.

Mother's intuitions were never wrong.

The stranger named Adrian, a man who looked like he was in his thirties, reassured me that I was saved and even though I still didn't fully trust him, at least he wasn't shooting an arrow through me.

As he helped me into a helicopter about thirty minutes later, I buried all of my past in that place, along with my name.

Jule.

Jule' pov

During the entire helicopter ride, I spent it crying my eyes out.

In a single night, I had managed to lose my entire family, all at once. I had not only lost my entire family tonight. I had also lost huge part of me as well.

Now, I was more or less human, and that thought left a bitter taste in my mouth so sour that I retched a couple of times through my tears.

Throughout the hours I spent crying, my savior, Adrian, pretended to not be listening to me crying my lungs out, which I was grateful for.

After hours of crying, I ended up staring into nothing while every part of me grew numb.

I remained like that until the helicopter finally landed.

Adrian helped me off the helicopter, he was so careful around me and gave me more than enough space, which I was really grateful about.

We were led into a car and I remained at the far end of the limousine, mind reeling over and over again.

Adrian had informed me that this was Paris and I had nodded at him in response because I had nothing else to say.

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