The Plague: A Narrative Fiction

The press didn’t tend to bother me in the West Wing of the palace. A knock came at the door of the study and Martin walked in, frowning. “Doctor Lihn said you were being abrasive again,” he said. “This isn’t helping me Martin,” I said, collapsing on the leather couch. “Why do you want me to see her?” “I just want to make you feel better,” Martin said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. He kissed my temple and gave me a wide grin. “I don’t want a crazy fiancé.”
I blushed at the word, remembering the moment he had proposed to me. He had taken me outside into the gardens right as the snow was beginning to fall. It was perfect. The stars twinkled in the sky like diamonds. I remembered that night was particularly cold, and Martin had his …show more content…
“Blue lips, hair falling out, coughing up blood-”
One girl instantly began crying and ran into the rose bushes. I didn’t blame her. The plague was almost a second apocalypse for Bellona, it frightened everyone. Many didn’t recover from what the plague did to them or their families. Those who were lucky enough to receive the antidote were often driven into debt from the expenses. Poorer families who couldn’t afford the antidote often went out, seeking regenerates to submit to the government for money and food. Some girls were forced to sell themselves for money, I was lucky enough that my mother had enough money to send me to school and a job. “I’ll get your coat,” Annabel said, trying to shield the look of horror in her own eyes. “Looks like we’re taking a …show more content…
If the rumors were indeed true, and the plague had resurfaced no one was safe in Bellona; not even regenerates.
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When the palace car pulled into the first providence, people stopped walking. They stared at me as I came from the passenger door, looking around. I wasn’t entirely comfortable in my “princess skin” and preferred to stay in the palace away from public eyes. However, if it was an emergency, Annabel suggested I go to the affected places to support the people involved. “Where is the infirmary?” I asked, folding my arms underneath me.
Annabel pointed ahead to a building decorated with black banners, symbolizing the sickness. The snow crunched under my feet as we walked towards it. I tried not to look at the people of the providence as we walked towards it. After the previous Emperor’s death, it was advertised that I was ascending to the throne as the lost Princess of Bellona. Not every providence was fond of me, some even rebelled against the aid I had sent to them. “She’s a murderer,” one providence leader said. “I don’t care if she’s the rightful heir.” “Don’t worry about them,” Annabel said, grabbing my hand as she sensed my worry. “The doctors want to see