Their Happily Ever After

[Dominic entering the "Room of Departure". The room that once belonged to Oliver and Nicholas]
 
Dominic steps the past the door pane into a room. Thoughts began to meander around his mind of the people who once slept here. Dust visible from the light radiating gently over the bed. The young heir gently drags his fingertips across the untouched bed sheet.
 
This is where they slept...
 
Conjured images within the mind of Dominic began to form. Among one of the two images that were clear enough to make out was that of his brother lying on the bed. The image of Nicholas began to speak muffled incoherent noise to the other image leaning on the edge of a wooden table; his uncle.
 
Dominic knew that this conversation never happened because each had occupied the room at different times. Nonetheless, the feeling was bitter sweet.
 
I guess... soon it will be my turn? I wonder what that would look like.
 
Dominic's mind flashes back to the day of the coup, rushing over to his brother to give him a hug ignoring the battlefield. Then, the images warp and reformed into the day at the Blummets. Dominic smiles when he remembers the moment when the two brothers were fixing each other's Cravats and were slightly interrupted by Dominic's right hand man, Edwin. The images of tender care reverted back to the day of the coup as Dominic saw both his brother and Gale Stormont in the sky in each others arms. Dominic can remember the sensation of happiness for the two as swirls of cold wind and fog began to warp the image yet again.
 
This time, Dominic was in the rose maze at the Ashton residence (manor, estate idk lol?)
Congratulating himself most recent self proclaimed accomplishment as vines began to crawl up and wrap around his body and the giggles of two lady-like figures began to depart from him. The figures were made clear at the last moment, revealing themselves to be Dahlia and his cousin Elinor.

You deserve it...
 
Found himself smiling again, as a vine blocked his vision. Covering himself in darkness. As the surroundings began to illuminate, Dominic was again cold. Brother stormed out of the room while his cousin soon followed later. His uncle tending to his collapsed father. Mother on the bed. Dominic could feel the sharp sensation crawl on his skin, travel up the spine and wrap around his neck. Guilt, shame and loneliness It was a feeling that was all to familiar to him. The mental image began to become shrouded in darkness. Lettering in silver and black began to float in the air. The words that Dominic spoke to his mother as she lied there resting. Dominic recites those words with every ounce of control he had left and in a hushed tone says,

I will make sure everyone get's their happily ever after....
 
A hand reaches forth and tenderly holds Dominic's hand, it was cold to the touch, but felt warm in a way. The room began to brighten, the walls illuminated with vibrant colors. Shades of scarlet, amber apricot, crimson began to flicker like fire. Dominic's body began to move on it's own. Leading the outreached hand as it began to form the rest of the figure. Dominic's clothes breaking apart and floating into the distance vanishing and new pieces emerged to form his outfit from the masquerade ball. He listens music of the most wonderfully played piano played as he twirled the figure who's dress resembled a cracked opal.

Thank you....
 
When the dancing ceased and the music stopped, Dominic recognized the eyes figure through the mesh of her mask. It was Dove, the one who rescued him from himself.
 
Surrounded by this suffering he reaches for his throat to pulling dark tendrils with every bit of his existence and breaks free for just a moment. But that was just enough for him to start running. But where to? It was dark in front of him, behind, above, below... everywhere. Yet despite all that, it didn't stop him. Eventually his steps began to echo as he could begin to make out walls on his sides and the ground beneath him. It was the tunnels. Realizing that these were tunnels, Dominic came to stop and a humanoid amalgamation emerged from the ground, cloaked in shadow. An almost skeletal figure crept out of the shadow with a crown laughing as a jolt of energy is felt all over Dominic's body as he comes back to The Room of Departure. Sweating and shaking, Dominic falls to his knees and hunches forward toward the floor. A blank black image clouds his vision until it is filled with his loved ones
 
Dove
Nicholas
Elinor
Gregor
Spudnic
Aunt Maeve
Aunt Alice
Edwin
Tanner
Kyle
Pearl (can't forget her lol)
Mrs. Whitaker
Beriq
Leo
Raph
Donnie
Mikey
Piff
Melvin
Madame Brookette
Sir Chantrelle
Princess Emily
Locket (Dominic's Horse)
A flaming visage of Balan that wraps all these individuals in flowers

 
Dominic's face grows much more stoic as he slams the tip of his stubbed arm onto the ground as he picks himself up.
 
I'm not going anywhere. Not until I know that they are safe and happy.
 
Dominic storms out of the room, and begins planning a way to deal with the Brewwicks and the Vaneforge
For everything...
 
Dominic averted his eyes to his right hand; the very same one she held. Bright flashes and spikes of pain engulfed the image as Dominic is brought back to the moment where his hand was removed. Time rewound itself back faster and faster as glimpses of torture, darkness and pain introduced itself yet again.