The dining hall was eerily quiet, save for the faint clinking of cutlery as the maids finished arranging the table. Damian sat at the head of the table, his golden eyes flicking toward the empty seat meant for Ahicia. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished wood, an uncharacteristic sign of his growing unease.
"She's late," Damian murmured, his tone sharp. "Where is she?"
One of the maids standing by the wall stepped forward and bowed slightly. "Shall I fetch her, sir?"
"Yes," Damian replied curtly, his gaze fixed on the doorway.
The maid nodded and disappeared up the staircase. Minutes ticked by, the silence stretching taut as Damian's jaw clenched in frustration. But when the maid returned, her face was pale, and her breath came in short gasps.
"Sir! Lady Ahicia—she's…" The maid struggled to find her words, panic evident in her wide eyes. "She's standing on the balcony railing. It looks like she's planning to jump!"
Damian was on his feet in an instant, his chair screeching loudly as it scraped against the floor. Without a word, he stormed past the maid, his heart hammering in his chest.
When Damian reached the balcony, the sight before him made his breath hitch. Ahicia stood on the railing, her bare feet balanced precariously on the edge. The cool night wind tugged at her dark hair and gown, and her crimson eyes gazed out at the horizon, vacant and distant. Her tail hung limp, and her ears were flat against her head.
"Ahicia!" Damian called, his voice steady but urgent.
She didn't react. Her posture remained rigid, her focus fixed far beyond the balcony as though she hadn't heard him.
"Ahicia," Damian repeated, stepping closer. "Look at me."
At his words, she slowly turned her head, her crimson eyes locking onto his. The emptiness in her gaze sent a chill through him, but her lips remained sealed, offering no response.
Damian's golden eyes softened as he took another cautious step forward, his hands extended slightly. "Come down," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "Please, Ahicia. Talk to me."
She remained silent, her expression unreadable as her eyes bore into his. The wind carried a faint shiver through the air, ruffling the fabric of her gown.
Damian's heart clenched at her lack of reaction. He reached out a hand, his tone soft but pleading. "You don't have to do this. Whatever you're feeling, you don't have to face it alone. I'm here."
Ahicia blinked, her gaze faltering for a moment as though she was searching for something in his words. But still, she didn't move, her body poised as if caught in a fragile balance between the edge and the unknown.
"Ahicia," Damian whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Come back to me."
The silence between them stretched, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the air. Slowly, her hand twitched, a flicker of hesitation breaking through the stillness. She didn't speak, but her gaze remained fixed on him, a silent battle warring within her crimson eyes.
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You said:ok add a part where she hallnating and calling out him name as tears will rushe out og her eyes not noticing that he is infront of her shouting that she never wanted it, that she never wanted to marry him but immediately she forget about her wall he backstab her
ChatGPT said:
Here's the revised chapter with the requested hallucination scene and emotional depth added:
Chapter Title: "On the Edge of Darkness"
The dining hall was eerily quiet, save for the faint clinking of cutlery as the maids finished arranging the table. Damian sat at the head of the table, his golden eyes flicking toward the empty seat meant for Ahicia. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished wood, an uncharacteristic sign of his growing unease.
"She's late," Damian murmured, his tone sharp. "Where is she?"
One of the maids standing by the wall stepped forward and bowed slightly. "Shall I fetch her, sir?"
"Yes," Damian replied curtly, his gaze fixed on the doorway.
The maid nodded and disappeared up the staircase. Minutes ticked by, the silence stretching taut as Damian's jaw clenched in frustration. But when the maid returned, her face was pale, and her breath came in short gasps.
"Sir! Lady Ahicia—she's…" The maid struggled to find her words, panic evident in her wide eyes. "She's standing on the balcony railing. It looks like she's planning to jump!"
Damian was on his feet in an instant, his chair screeching loudly as it scraped against the floor. Without a word, he stormed past the maid, his heart hammering in his chest.
When Damian reached the balcony, the sight before him made his breath hitch. Ahicia stood on the railing, her bare feet balanced precariously on the edge. The cool night wind tugged at her dark hair and gown, and her crimson eyes were glossy and unfocused. Her tail hung limp, and her ears were flat against her head, a stark reflection of her emotional turmoil.
"Ahicia!" Damian called, his voice steady but urgent.
She didn't react. Instead, her lips moved, her voice trembling with anguish. "Damian…" she whispered, tears streaming down her face as though she didn't even know he was there.
"Ahicia," he repeated, taking a cautious step closer. "Look at me."
Her crimson eyes remained vacant, and her shoulders shook as her voice grew louder, filled with raw pain. "I never wanted this!" she cried, her words fragmented by sobs. "I never wanted to marry him! I didn't want any of it!"
Damian's heart ached at the sight, his confusion mingling with alarm. "Ahicia," he said again, his tone soft yet commanding.
She still didn't seem to hear him. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her trembling fingers pressing into her palms. "But I let my guard down… I trusted… and he betrayed me," she continued, her voice breaking. "He backstabbed me, Damian. He ruined me."
Damian's breath caught as he realized she wasn't speaking about him but reliving a memory, a scar that had never fully healed. Tears poured freely from her crimson eyes, and her voice cracked under the weight of her grief.
"I was nothing to them," she whispered, her tone shifting to one of hollow resignation. "I was just a pawn. Even when I thought he loved me…"
Her words trailed off into silence, her body swaying slightly on the railing. Damian lunged forward, his golden eyes burning with desperation. "Ahicia!" he called, louder this time.
The sound of his voice broke through the fog of her mind. Her unfocused gaze shifted, locking onto his for the first time. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, but her lips trembled as though she wanted to speak.
"I'm here," Damian said softly, extending a hand toward her. "You're not alone, Ahicia. Take my hand."
Her fingers twitched, hesitant yet drawn to his presence. Slowly, her breathing steadied, and a flicker of recognition lit her eyes. But the vulnerability in her expression remained, her walls crumbling as she reached for him.