"Hey you! What are you doing here?" Imara looked around surreptitiously to confirm if there was no one watching her before pulling Aidan into a crib aggressively. She wasn't expecting him and he wasn't even permitted to be here. Why would he have come unannounced and that too when the issue on ground was still boiling. Imara looked out again to be sure that no one was following or watching and when she seemed to be satisfied, she diverted her attention to Aidan who was huffing and puffing. He was still trying to catch her breath. Imara looked into his cold eyes and raised her hand to slap him across the face but he held her hand and flung it away angrily. "Remember you are still a concubine, until you become a queen, you should still act like what you are if you don't want to see my wrath. Even if you become a queen, you still can't treat me like a slave because I am not. You and your king will be my slave sooner or later. So, keep your calm." He told her with no expression.
Imara bit a lips, drawing back slowly as she caught a fistful of her dress. She looked skeptically at O'Horan whose mouth was still widely opened as he stared. "What am I seeing right now?" He inquired, gazing skeptically at Imara. Imara wanted to try keeping her smiling face maintained but she was still feeling apprehensive and that was number one thing that was making it difficult to act like everything was normal. "What exactly is going on here?" O'Horan asked again. "Actually... I can explain." "What exactly can you explain? Why is everywhere scattered? Why are these hays not arranged the way they were?" He almost yelled like a father scolding his daughter reluctantly. "I was going to tell you because I know that only you can help me out. You know that beautiful diamond necklace his Highness gifted me on my birthday? I can't seem to find it, and I guess it's missing somewhere. The king shouldn't know about this because he will be very upset." Imara said, blinking as
Imara looked at O'Horan when none of them were speaking, then directed her attention the king himself. "Can someone tell me what's going on here? You summoned me your highness." "I know..." Johannes said slowly. “So, why did you?" She asked again. “What were you doing in the crib when O'Horan came looking for you?" The king stood up, his face exuding his current emotion. He was serious and probably upset too. A shocked Imara left her mouth distended, staring at the king when she didn't know what she was supposed to say in response. “Will you answer my questions or keep staring at me like I have accused you of theft." The king yelled, jerking Imara back to her consciousness. She shook her head disappointedly and turned over to O'Horan. "Beta O
I felt so lonely. I felt as if I am the only person on earth at the moment. My life had suddenly turned tragic without my nanna. Was this how death really take people away without even asking for permission? If he wanted to take someone from me, why would it be my nanna? Was I the one who offended him or nanna herself? Whichever way it was, he could have just asked for my own opinion, I would have offered myself to save my nanna. My nanna never deserved death, so why? Zaila had been with me since my mother died, it is, since forever. My mother died in childbirth. I sat there on the bed, tears dropping from my eyes freely without me trying to stop it. Even if I tried to, I wouldn't be able to control the tears. I asked everyone to leave me alone in the room. I still couldn't believe that it was Johannes who hurt me like this. I didn't know he was as cruel as this. My eyes were red and swollen but I didn't car
Imara was coming over! That shouldn't get me excited but I was. I didn't know why I was so happy that she was coming. It was that she cared about me because of what I am or because of my situation, she was only doing things for her own benefits which I didn't stress myself on. There were many like that and infact, the king whom I have always trusted and cared for was worse than her. I stayed out the whole day, waiting for Imara to come to me but she didn't come. The night fell with me still waiting for Imara outside but when it seemed like she was never going to come, I decided to go back into my room to do all I had to do and sleep again. I stood up from the chair and headed to my room. “Ms. Casey..." I heard someone call my name and I looked back to see who it was. The healer. I turned around when I saw that she was running towards me. "How are you doing ma'am.
When we left the lakeside, went into the main building, everywhere quiet the way it should be. I, Alvans, Keith and Atlas sat round a table where out meals were served. This would be the first time I would be eating dinner together with them since we arrived here. It had been so tough. I was out of my consciousness for several days and even when I woke up, I was confronted with the saddest news I'd ever heard. In my meal platter were, baked chicken, meatloaf, fajitas, vegetable stir fry with side salad. Wow... wasn't this too much? I looked at Alvans, who had started eating and when he noticed that I was staring at him, he stopped and dropped the chopsticks he was using to eat the pastas. He nodded at me and I shrugged. His nod meant, ‘what is it?' and my shrug meant, ‘nothing.' How cool to understand those signs. He chuckled when I shrugged and picked the chopsticks again.
Alvans had been fighting alongside Casey against a group of rogue wolves that had been causing chaos in the forest. They were actually Johannes men but they had been lurking around as rogue wolves, hoping to find Casey anytime soon. Despite Alvans valiant efforts, Alvans had taken a particularly brutal hit, and he was now being tended to by the pack healers when Casey was able to take her back it. Everything just happened unexpectedly and too quickly. Casey stood outside the room where Alvans was being treated, tears streaming down her face. She was terrified that someone who had been taking care of her would not make it. She lost her Nanna, she did not want to lose Alvans now. Alvans had always been a very strong man who was strong enough to defeat an army of hundred soldiers, the one who had always seemed invincible. Seeing him so broken and vulnerable was tearing Casey apart. The sun wa
Alvans had just arrived from the woods together with Keith and Atlas. After their hunt, they decided to have fun and they drank. Alvans was so exhausted, so he just staggered along the way, heading towards his room. As he was walking down the hallways, sick and unstable, he heard whispery voices coming from a nearby room. At first, he thought it was just his maids and some people talking, but as he got closer, he realized that it was too quiet to be a normal conversation. It was as if a rat was squealing around at night, looking for a place to hide. Alvans stopped in his tracks and listened carefully. He strained his ears, trying to make out what was being said, but the whispers were too soft. Alvans could not shake the feeling that something was off. He could not ignore the possibility that they might be planning something that he should not be privy to. He decided to investigate