Chapter 191 History.

Chapter 191 History.
ADRIANA
“You’re hiding something,” Daisy announced as she crawled onto my bed. “Your room looks prettier, though. So do you.”
I wished I could tell her. Secrets were a burden.
“You’re not going to tell me?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I can’t. It might not be safe,” I confessed.
“Well, that means it’s not another man, is it?” Daisy raised a brow. I shook my head. “I kind of wish it were,” she confessed.
“Why?”
“I heard something.” She didn’t look excited to tell me.
“What is it?” I was worried about her. I didn’t want anything happening to her while I was too busy being queen.
“Jared might be seeing someone else. I heard from my friends at school. They said she’s really pretty, has red hair, and dresses like a hooker,” Daisy said, her voice dripping with venom.
I winced automatically. “Well, what can I say?” I managed. “I guess he has taste after all.”
Daisy looked angry. I tickled her feet to ease her tension. “Promise me you’ll stay out of it.”
She looked away. Oh my goodness. The girl was planning something. “Promise me.” I had to distract her. “Cody likes me,” I blurted out. “I think he’s cool, too. He’s been teaching me knife tricks.” I pulled out my training knives and showed off.
Daisy was awed. “Can he teach me, too?” she asked in excitement.
Nope. “You know the queen, you have two big dogs... I think the odds are already on your side,” I said, using her own words against her.
She chuckled, resting on the bed again.
I pushed my worries out of my mind. “Tell me about school.”
“It’s… normal. Just kids my age in my class. I used to think school was all reading and writing, but it turned out to be a lot more. Complicated shit. And we’ll be writing an exam soon,” she snorted.
“Is school hard for you?” I asked. I would do anything to make it easier for her.
She gave me a look. “I’m not a dull student.”
I nodded. “Aye, miss.” I patted her hair. Daisy’s hair was black and sleek. It was straight and shining. Beautiful. She was an odd kind of pretty. “Any boys winking at you?” I asked her.
She snorted. “I hate boys.”
Well, that was expected.
“Now, to the reason I came here.” Daisy sat up on the bed, crossing her legs and tucking her feet under. “History.”
I did not expect that.
“A new subject was added to our curriculum. History. We have a new teacher. He’s weird, but that’s none of my business. We had the subject for the first time today. It was… intense. I couldn’t resist the urge to tell you about it.”
I recalled when I was in school, too. I always wanted to tell someone about the stuff I learned.
“He taught us about the plagues. The ten plagues of the North.”
I froze.
“P-plagues? The real plagues?” I almost choked.
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Tell me about it.”
“The first plague was darkness,” she began.
“No.” I raised a hand. “What caused the plague?” I asked.
She shook her head. “He didn’t tell us.”
“What book did he read from? Do you have it?” I asked.
She shook her head. “He didn’t read from any book. He told the story from memory.”
I swallowed hard.
“The first plague was darkness. Continue,” I urged.
“Darkness came upon the North like an early Christmas present. It started as night, but morning never came.” It was a creepy story. “People didn’t seem surprised. Some said the sun died. They fueled their lamps and continued life like it was meaningless. The fearful left the North, but they were few. They would be the only survivors.”
“Daisy!” I screamed. I screamed because I had been tickling her feet while she spoke, but she hadn’t moved. It was like she had been hypnotized.
Daisy didn’t move or respond to me. Her eyes were completely unfocused, not settling on me at all. “Daisy!!” I was panicking.
She just continued, not stopping until she reached the last plague. “The last plague was death. That day, bodies dropped and the North stank. That day, the North fell to the ground. There were bodies, but no one mourned. There was no one left to mourn. These are the ten plagues of the North.”
And then she fainted onto the bed.
I caught her in my arms, cradling her carefully. “Daisy?”
She slowly roused awake, her fingers trembling. “Something else happened today. Dune tried to bite the teacher. Dune never bites anyone. My teacher hit him, hard. I thought he was dead, but then Dune stood up and walked away. I was scared.”
I hated that I knew what was happening. A message had been sent. And I would respond to it. But the challenge was: do I respond as Eve or Queen Adriana?