“Everybody’s seen you. You’re the Royal Daughter, Jennifer Stone.” He spoke her
name with equal parts sarcasm and hatred. It certainly did*’t help chill Jennifer’s mood.
And he was silent, but he did*’t need to speak for Jennifer’s fear to grow. She
began to shake, her eyes widened, and tears began to form. There she stood, paralyzed, fearing this man’s hold on her more than anything. “Who… who are you?” she asked again, her voice muffled by tears.
He advanced closer, reaching out and touching her cheek. He wiped away tears from
her face, “You have no need to cry… I hate it when beautiful girls cry… You’re a beautiful girl, Jennifer.” His tone grew eerier and eerier with each word. Jennifer quivered uncomfortably under his touch. She hated being this close to him, a man whose reputation was stuff of urban legends and ghost stories. In that moment she prayed this would end well.
“What’s your name?!” she demanded fearfully. She pushed as much strength as she
could. In this state, it was a futile effort.
“Will you fear me less if I have a name?” He grabbed her face in a sudden rush of
anger and rage, and she instantly burst into tears. The fear welled up inside of her,
bursting out in a single, startling scream. The strange man did*’t care. No one would hear her. “Shut up!” he shouted, grasping her face tighter, holding it just inches away from his own. So close, his breath burned her eyes. *Shut up! Fine. Fine, you want a name? It won’t make things any better. Worse, actually.
“They call me Valkyrie.”
He let go of her face and wiped her tears off onto his black long jacket. Her face
was beat read and soaked in tears and sweat. She was exhausted over the shear intensity of the situation. She felt helpless, an emotion the Royal Daughter wasn’t used to. Daddy could fix anything just as long as she asked. But Daddy couldn’t fix this.
“Now stop crying.” His voice was cold, demanding, and completely unsympathetic to
Jennifer’s fear.
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