Chapter 314: Imposter King (1)
Thalinal’s lips broadened even more. He’d heard Evanna. Surely, she was incorrect. But the King’s mannerisms, the change in character, the madness, the mocking way he spoke to her and how right now he looked at her murderously. This was Scarecrow.
Everything inside of her pointed towards that conclusion. Her sixth sense had been telling her what she could not conclude before her eyes. It had not once been wrong, but if this was Scarecrow, then what happened to Thalinal...
Evanna’s mind raced about the King. The faceless kind took over their identities, eating those in their wake... Scarecrow wore the face of the King because Thalinal was already dead. No... He’d been alive and well, smiling for once, dancing, and accepting her nickname for him. What happened? How could this...
"What... have you done, Scarecrow?" Evanna tried to remain calm, taking a step forward.
Thalinal, or Scarecrow, glanced at her feet warily and stepped back. He was being cautious around her. The last they met was in the forest, using the trees for coverage or, in her case, being tossed against like an annoying flea. Now they stood in finery, surrounded by the nobility of elven court. The air crackled between them, the tension rising as they analysed each other.
"What we all do, princess. Don’t make a scene, Raven; I have all the power here," he threatened in a sweet voice that did not match Thalinal’s appearance or behaviour at all.
Couples around them glided along the polished marble floors, their bodies more ghostly, resembling hauntingly beautiful spectres swaying around them. Yet Evanna and Scarecrow were locked in an unblinking stare. Scarecrow was right.
Evanna swallowed past the lump forming in her throat. "Are there others here?" She questioned, her voice remained level. She didn’t know how that was possible as her body screamed to get rid of this monstrosity in front of her.
Scarecrow shrugged, a cruel smirk on his beautiful lips. "Perhaps. You will have to wait and see."