Chapter 87 - Power Trigger
And just like a switch was flipped, Silja came to her senses. Her body went limp and she fell on her four limbs.
Her eyes which were changing their colour restored its former hazle colour black. Now instead of evilness her eyes has pure fear in them.
Silja's defence mechanism kicked in and the fear took over again. This time with more force.
The fear took over and the power inside her that was just awakened got triggered and the things placed in the room started to break one by one.
Silja was not in her senses to hear and see what was going on anymore.
All the vases and mirrors started to break one by one. A big statue that was placed on the side fell down with a loud noise.
The demonic figure who was slowly retreating to the dark corner witnessed everything and his lips set in a satisfactory smile. The smoke coming from him has covered the whole room and out.
Silja, unaware of everything, jumped away from the bed with a loud shriek as soon as she saw how close the man was. With just pure instinct she started to retreat.
As she hastily jumped away the quilt entangled in her leg and she fell head-on. But she has no consciousness to feel anything. Her forehead hit the floor hard and a trail of blood formed from her forehead and ran down to her cheek. But she who was enveloped in fear didn't realise any pain.
Silja closed her eyes and ducked down beside her bed with her head buried in her knees. Closing down herself. Soon the noises calmed down and only her whimpering could be heard.
"Go away ...go..go away.." she started murmuring in a small voice as she broke into sobs.
Her eyes refused to open, shut down in hope that everything will be alright as long as she won't see it.
"Princess..." Suddenly a man jumped in from the balcony and ran towards her.
"Princess..." Don saw the woman curled up on the ground as her whole body shaking in fear.
His eyes narrowed when she didn't react to his call. His eyes swapped across the room suspiciously.
He felt shocked as he saw the destruction in the room. Most of the things were broken and there was glass everywhere, he couldn't believe how that happened.
There was a faint black smoke inside the room which was slowly fading.
Plus he could feel something dark lurking inside the room but he couldn't tell what it was. There was strong energy in the room which he was unfamiliar with. His red eyes swept across the room but there was nothing visible to nude eyes. Finally, he looked at the woman on the floor.
Something must have happened to her.
Donovan felt his chest tighten and the nerves on his forehead started to tick.
"Princess...." he called her again as he inched closer towards her.
But Silja who sensed someone coming closer started whimper more and curled up in a ball.
Donovan's eyebrows furrowed more in confusion and worry.
What just happened here? He thought in worry.
"Maids..." He yelled looking outside the door. Generally in all chambers in the castle one or two maids just stay outside the main bedroom to stand by to attend to the lady. So in case if one needs anything they can come and help.
Donovan took the step near her but Silja started to move back but ignoring her attempt to move away he walked near her
He then squatted down beside her and tried to hold her.
But Silja, who was caught up in her own fears, started to struggle.
In the struggle, Donovan noticed the trail of blood that had smeared half of her face.
And her body's temperature has gone to an unbelievably low point. Her limbs felt icy cold in his warm hand.
Silja, who was totally unaware of Don's presence, thought that he was the demonic man and she started to slap him around his body to break free.
"Go away...goo.." she sobbed.
But Donovan held her tightly in his arms and then pulled her in a hug.
"Silja.... it's okay...it's me.." he gently said as he patted her gently on the head.
Silja...? He called her name for the first time. Don couldn't believe how smoothly her name rolled over his tongue as if he had practised calling her for thousands of years.
Hearing her name called by the familiar voice Silja suddenly stopped fighting.
"Don't worry I'm here," Don speak again.
Hearing his gentle voice Silja gingerly lifted her face. His face entered her blurry vision. She couldn't see his face clearly because of the tears in the corner of her eyes. But that didn't hinder her slightest.
And just like a sinking person grasping at straw she jumped on Donovan.
Her hands wrapped around him in a tight grip as she started crying like no tomorrow.
Donovan saw her broken self and couldn't help but pull her closer. He then started to rock her slowly in an attempt to calm her down.
His hand rubbed slowly around her in an attempt to warm up her body.
"It's alright now.." he rubbed her back. But Silja was in so much shock and afraid that she kept shaking and mumbling something incoherent.
"Thr .. hand.... horns..." Her sentence was broken and he couldn't understand but it was sure that there was someone inside the room. The way the room was destroyed wasn't something a normal person could do.
"It's alright... you are safe now," he said in his ever so gentle voice.
It took a long time for silja to calm down and she stopped crying.
Donovan then lifted her face slowly and wiped the tears away. The wound was still bleeding and it had also stained Donovan's shirt.
Looking at her pitiful appearance he just felt like burning something down with his rage fire.
He felt a sense of loss.
Silja has her eyes tightly shut, her eyebrows creased together and her lip trembling slightly.
He didn't know what he should do to make her feel at ease. She was all good when she left his side in the morning but her appearance now was totally opposite of that.
Was there a witch attack again?
That was the first thought that entered in his head.
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