The Antidote

By Pet TorreS

The spell called Tear of Princess transported me to the castle again.
I did not know those people who lived in the palace. My memory did not allow me.
But they recalled that I was the princess of the Land of the Sun.
After my return to my father's castle, there was an attempt of murdering me and the whole castle guard had to be modified.
In the delivery of coats of arms to the soldiers, I had a big surprise.
Fate had brought to my life the antidote I needed for my healing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pet TorreS
• Release date: Jan 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310497117

Pet TorreS

Pet TorreS is the pseudonym created by the author with the initials of her real name and surname.The author is a young woman who was born in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. She attended the Fashion Design faculty.However, Pet TorreS has been writing novels since she was 10 years old. In 2008 alone, she decided to pursue her career as a self-published author and expose to the world her beautiful love stories.One of your dreams is to be eternalized by her works.Pet TorreS is also a porter of Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. She came to discover it just a few years ago and these illnesses have shaken up her daily routine to continue writing beautiful novels.

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Prologue

Salomé

The spell called Tear of Princess transported me to the castle again.

I did not know those people who lived in the palace. My memory did not allow me.

But they recalled that I was the princess of the Land of the Sun.

After my return to my father's castle, there was an attempt of murdering me and the whole castle guard had to be modified.

In the delivery of coats of arms to the soldiers, I had a big surprise.

Fate had brought to my life the antidote I needed for my healing.

Chapter 1

Salomé

A flash lit the ballroom in a castle. It was completely empty and partially dark. There were some lamps hanging on the walls and they faintly illuminated the great room.

I mumbled scared, I was in a not so comfortable position over the floor, on my knees, with my hands holding my own upper limbs.

I raised my head and looked around, at the ceiling of the hall and also to some dark passages that were slightly distant from me.

I realized that this place was not strange. It felt like I had been there some time ago, in a period of my life, which I didn't remember perfectly.

At that moment I thought of the word patience.

I ought to have patience with my own memory. Like all mothers had patience with their children at the stage where they were learning to crawl, to walk and to talk.

Before I could get up and hide, I heard step noises coming from the hall. They were so light and loud, there were half a dozen of them, in the same pace, in the same direction.

Who's there?

A voice questioned proud and with plenty authority. I looked at one of the dark passages and saw a man standing in the middle of it, he had dark clothes and he had jackboots.

After his question, I remained silent. I lowered my head, trying not to be seen by him.

But my yellow coat stood out in the gloom. The man lifted his neck and looked over his nose, trying to distinguish that yellow thing before his eyes.

Answer or the guards will force you to do it!

Immediately the man took three steps forward, escorted by his half dozen armed soldiers with their swords of steel.

My heart raced. I was in unfamiliar territory, before armed and threatening men.

I couldn't run or get away.

All seemed lost to me.

I had no choice but to introduce myself as a civilized and cordial friendly person.

I slowly raised and stood up, looking in their direction. The man of dark clothes, did not seem satisfied with my action. Immediately he ordered me.

Take out the hood from your head!

He could not see my face clearly with the yellow fabric hiding my face. My right hand went up at the height of my neck and I pulled the yellow hood back. My face was unveiled and my balding too.

The eyes of the man with black clothes denounced. I could swear he was facing a ghost. A poor soul who needed prayer.

Your Highness!

He exclaimed and bent one of his knees, making a bow in my direction. I looked scared sideways. I could not believe he was paying deference to me.

Your Highness!

He muttered rising again. He realized that I was confused, looking to him and his guards with steel clothes, stuck behind him. His quick steps brought him to me.

The man stopped in front of me and his right hand touched my left shoulder.

Your Highness! It is really you!

His eyes shone with joy at that time I felt I could trust him.

Why do you call me Highness?

I questioned seriously looking at it. The man smiled, not taking my naive question seriously.

Princess Salomé, this is no time for jokes!

He tried to take me with him, but I kept standing in the same place. My feet did not allow me to accompany him.

Princess? Salomé?

I questioned again. A cloud of uncertainty hovered over my head.

The man looked at me seriously, he realized I was not kidding. I was suspicious of him and was unaware of my real name.

Salomé. What happened to your beautiful hair?

He asked looking at my balding.

The King wouldn't like to see her so rebellious.

He imagined that I had shaved my head by free will. But I remained silent.

My hair was not the most important issue at that time. I wanted to understand why he called me Highness, Princess and Salomé.

Would this be my real name?

Princess Salomé. You don't remember me? I am the emissary of your royal family. I was the right arm of your father for many years.

And why you are no longer?

I articulated seriously.

He frowned, looking worried for me. With my senseless questions to him. The emissary thought I should know everything about my life in that castle.

King Saulo is dead...

The emissary said cautiously, he didn't want to shock me again.

Don't you remember that, Your Highness? He died the day of your eighteenth birthday.

My father is...dead?

I looked around, it seemed that I was going to remember about his death, but my mind blocked, I could not think of anything, not even his physiognomy.

Yes, and you disappeared after his death. We looked for you in the whole castle and didn't find you.

I don't remember anything. My voice seemed depressed. Not even my father's physiognomy, I don't remember this place, I don't remember that I'm a princess, I don't remember that my name is Salomé.

The emissary looked at me with pity, he knew my situation was serious.

Your Highness, you probably lost your memory. Only time can fix it.

Until when will I have to live this way? No remembering the good times of my life? Next to my family?

I looked helplessly to the ground. Lacked a bit of hope in my life. Sometimes I thought that I would ever remember everything.

Chapter 2

Dorotéia

What is happening to those damn guards hit the castle bell in middle of the night? Can't they understand that it is time to rest! I don't want to get old early for loss of sleep!

I grumbled rising from my bed, I put on my slippers and threw a wine colored cape over my long sweater of soft and sleek fabric. My red hair was loose and waved behind my shoulders.

I opened the door of my room and walked down the long corridor, there were some guards standing at the corners of the walls, they were escorts of the royal chambers.

Escariodez left his room, putting his black cloak over his pajamas. Seemed a bit drowsy.

Why is the castle bell being performed?

He asked, walking quickly by my side.

Something very serious must be happening.

I said proudly looking on.

An imagination invaded his mind with a crowd of enemy soldiers, mounted in their horses and attacking the castle.

Are we being attacked by some enemy troops?

I looked at him seriously. His question was as stupid as his accelerated steps by my side.

"Escariodez, our kingdom is not at war. No one would attack us without