Prince Kayziel still thought Prince Ron's beloved was an Elf soldier so being saved by one wasn't impossible. Frederick wasn't that strong anyway. An Elf soldier could fatally injure him."What do you think he wanted from me though?" Prince Ron questioned. He wanted to know if the Elf spirit would have some ideas and if the ideas were related to reincarnation so he could squash them right away."Maybe he wanted to kidnap you to create a war between Ashenmore and Netheridge. That's the only reasonable thing I could think of." Prince Kayziel said. "If he is still angry about what happened in the past which I know he is, that would be the best way to get revenge on Zedekiel. How he survived for so long is beyond me. Most banished Elves end up dying at the hands of humans. I'm surprised he lasted so long. The coward must have found a way to disguise himself."Prince Ron shrugged. That wasn't any of his business though. As long as Prince Kayziel had no thoughts related to reincarnation, al
"But this is not fair, Mother," he complained. He stood up and went to her side, helping her sit back on the chair. He then held her hand and knelt beside her. "It has been on my mind all night and day, Mother. I just accepted these feelings I have for Prince Ron and Frederick comes in and says that when I understand everything, I should imagine what he had done to Prince Ron in every single lifetime of his. Just knowing they were together is driving me insane, Mother. I need to know my past. I need to know exactly who Prince Ron is."The Queen Mother looked down at her son with tears in her pretty blue eyes. She reached out and gently stroked his shoulder-length silver-coloured hair. "Oh my son, you have no idea what awaits you if you regain your memories. I know what I'm saying Zedekiel. Things are fine as they are. You do not need to know about Prince Ron's past lives. This one right here, the current Prince is all that you need. Live in this moment Zedekiel. Do not dwell on the pa
The King's look did not go unnoticed by his Mother. She sighed and shook her head. It seemed like her son needed some help. He couldn't even get the human Prince's attention by himself."Oh, I just remembered." She said to Prince Ron, acting as if she had forgotten something important. "Mariel and I have plans this afternoon. Why don't you spend some time with Zedekiel? We can chat some other day."Time with his beloved? Alone? That was basically a date! Could he even say no to such an opportunity?Prince Ron was thrilled but pretended to be sad. He couldn't have his Mother-in-law thinking he preferred his beloved's company to hers. He held her hand, acting as if he didn't want her to go. "But Mother, I just got here. We haven't even done anything and I have so many things to tell you."Queen Mother smiled. Such a sweet boy. But if she stayed, how would she get him to turn into her daughter-in-law? She needed to allow her son to work his magic because it seemed that sharing one room w
Letting people out also meant letting people in. Some humans learned of the Kingdom in the North and travelled all the way for business. Some found the place nice and decided to stay. Others used the opportunity to introduce intoxicants to their Kingdom. Pubs, pleasure houses, underground fight arenas and so on were also introduced. It then became like a basic human community for thugs, dealers and smugglers.It also became a marketplace for rare items. Long lost relics, stolen valuables, and things that men had thought were extinct, all could be found in the slums.Including Everlily.Prince Ludiciel wasn't surprised to have arrived there. He pulled on his hood and kept his head down as he walked so as not to arouse suspicion.It was the kind of area where everybody knew everybody. Fresh meat could be recognised from a mile away. He didn't want to draw attention and risk letting the person he was following know that they were being followed.After getting used to the smell for a whil
He didn't want to waste time explaining anything to the man about how he wasn't there for sex. He just wanted his information then he'd leave.However, Elliot didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, he was unusually calm, like he had faced many swords before. "I knew this wasn't your real appearance." He said with a smirk. "Who I see before me must be an illusion. I bet you're very handsome, aren't you?"Prince Ludiciel gasped. The man saw through his disguise! He kicked Elliot's leg, making him fall then pinned him down with knees on each hand and a sword to his neck. "Who are you?"He knew it! The man was far too strong and handsome to be a whore. Was he a spy?Elliot just smiled. "You're after the woman with red hair, aren't you? Me too. She's right next door. I can smell her.""You're an Elf?" Prince Ludiciel asked, not loosening his hold at all. How couldn't he tell? If he were an Elf, what kind of magic did he use to disguise himself? Was it so strong that even Prince Ludiciel didn't
"What was in that basket?" Zedekiel asked, wondering why it was so heavy for the servant. "He was sweating so much in this weather."Prince Ron sat on the chair the Queen Mother had occupied before, snickering like a little imp. "There's a hidden layer underneath the basket and I filled it with rocks."Zedekiel shook his head. The human Prince was truly mischievous. "But why?""I'm punishing him" Prince Ron answered. He plucked a grape from the bowl of fruits on the table and popped it in his mouth. "He insulted me in front of my servants. I'm just teaching him a lesson."Well, Zedekiel didn't care at all. With how good Prince Ron treated people, he knew he wouldn't punish them without a good reason. Besides, the servant didn't matter. What mattered was that the person he liked was sitting in front of him.Elves were very physical creatures. If they were around a person they liked, they'd want to hold. To touch.And Zedekiel was no exception.He also took his seat across from Prince R
It wasn't that he didn't care. It was just that he had most of the answers. He knew they were Elves. He knew the Umbrella tree was of great significance to them though he didn't know exactly what it was. He knew Frederick was the son of his uncle. He knew why Frederick tried to abduct him. There wasn't any question he needed to ask.Well, if there was anything he really wanted to know, it was what was in his beloved's heart, about him.Prince Ron moved closer to Zedekiel. There was no one around to witness. He didn't have to be afraid of prying eyes. He didn't have to pretend. He could openly reveal what was in his heart.No doubt he was afraid. He was deathly scared. Zedekiel could either reciprocate his feelings or brutally turn him down. Prince Ron had never been rejected before but he had read a lot of stories and he could imagine how painful it was. He knew, but for how long will he keep silently fighting? At least, everyone was aware of his sister's intention to marry Zedekiel b
Prince Ron's entire body was trembling. Partly excitement and partly fear. He had never felt such overpowering sensations before. His nerve points were tingling. His penis was at full mast, poking his robes. His beloved hadn't even done anything but he was so aroused he couldn't even think.And then it came. His beloved's hot moist tongue on his neck.It was like something exploded in Prince Ron's brain and he went weak in the knees, clutching the lapels of his beloved's robe to keep himself upright.Zedekiel growled lowly, absolutely enjoying Prince Ron's reaction. It seemed that he had found a weak spot. He kept licking the expanse of skin, tracing a particular vein from which he could feel Prince Ron's heart racing and then he clamped down with his mouth, sucking the same spot.Prince Ron closed his eyes, letting out a weak little whimper. He felt hot all over. It was like a slow mind-numbing burn, moving from his neck to every part of his body."So sensitive" Zedekiel whispered, h
Frustrated, Prince Kayziel grabbed one of them. "You're just a bunch of cowards! The boy is not even a 100 years old! If you do not fight-" he directly slit the throat of the soldier he grabbed. "You die!"Upon witnessing the scene, the soldiers pivoted their attention to Zedekiel, brandishing their swords. Knowing Prince Kayziel's prowess as a fighter far exceeded Zedekiel's, they speculated that confronting the boy might afford them a chance of survival, albeit slim. However, facing Prince Kayziel spelled certain death for all. Besides, Zedekiel was injured and had lost a significant amount of blood. Putting him down should not be difficult. And so, they collectively surged toward him.Young Zedekiel strived. He fought with all his might, killing some soldiers while fatally injuring some. He fought like a mad man, swinging his sword with reckless abandon yet maintaining an unparalleled level of precision at the same time for he drew blood with each swing. The vale was quickly litter
He sighed, placing on a hand on Zedekiel's cheek, stroking the cold skin gently. "You know, I wanted to spare your life but when I saw the way you took hold of everything in the castle, I just couldn’t. You're still so young, yet you were already ruling the Kingdom like a proper King. When your Father died, I thought the entire Kingdom would be in a state of disarray and I would return and take charge like a grand hero but I was surprised to find that everything was under control. Even when I commanded the Officials to do something, they would say that they had to run it through you first so I knew that I had to get rid of you.""If you desired the throne, you could have just said so." Young Zedekiel gritted. "I haven't even been crowned King yet. I could have willingly abdicated in your favour.""Yes, you could have." Prince Kayziel nodded. "But would you have let me marry your Mother?"Young Zedekiel fell silent but the answer was evident in the intense glare that emanated from his
He had tried to go beyond the garden but he found that he couldn't. He was bound to his younger self and could only go where his younger self went or the places he had been to before. Which meant that if Ron didn't go back to the garden, he wouldn't be able to see him again. He just hoped that Ron would not give up on his stupid self and come back or is stupid self would stop being so stupid and go find Ron.Prince Kayziel had gone to his younger self in the middle of the night and convinced him to join them in their journey to Ashenmore so they could start their revenge. At first, Young Zedekiel didn’t want to go for he had already agreed to wait as his mother had instructed but Prince Kayziel managed to convince him by reminding him of the things the humans had done to his father and brother. He then told him that if they waited too long, the humans might fully prepare themselves for what was to come and they would lose the element of surprise.Hearing this, Young Zedekiel put on hi
“This should be the last time we meet.” Young Zedekiel said. “Normally I would kill you for being a witch and lying to me but since we have been together, I will spare your life. Never make the mistake of coming before me in the future because I will kill you.”With that, Young Zedekiel turned and continued on his way, leaving Ron kneeling there, completely and utterly heartbroken.**********Zedekiel wanted to stay and see what Ron would do but something told him to follow his younger self and so he did. He followed even as his younger self sprinted away from the garden, his movements a blur of speed, almost as if he were a shadow racing across the earth. The wind whipped around him, tousling his silver hair. His dark robes billowing behind him like the wings of a dark angel.He dashed past the castle, his supernatural speed carrying him effortlessly, propelling him forward with a sense of urgency that mirrored the turmoil within his heart.Finally, he arrived at the labyrinth, a pla
"I'm not deceiving you," he insisted, locking eyes with Zedekiel, “I swear it. My true identity is Raldore Nightshade, a witch—the youngest child of Malik and Yara Nightshade, leaders of the esteemed Nightshade Coven."Young Zedekiel's shock was palpable, his features frozen in disbelief as Ron's words washed over him like a tidal wave. He shook his head, taking a few steps backwards. “No. No you’re lying. You cannot be a witch. You smell different. You smell human.”“That’s because my magic is extremely weak.” Ron explained. “I am the weakest Nightshade to ever exist. Look, this is the only thing that I can do.”He crouched down on the grass, closed his eyes and muttered some words. Slowly a small plant germinated from the ground and gradually grew a single red juicy looking apple on its branch. But Ron already knew that the apples he grew were not tasty at all. He plucked the fruit, stood up and held it out to Zedekiel. “See, I’m a witch.”To say Young Zedekiel was shocked was an un
He ran and hugged Young Zedekiel tight from behind. “I’m sorry okay? Please talk to me. Tell me what I did wrong and I promise never to it again. I love you Zedekiel. I can’t live without you.”“Lies!” Young Zedekiel snarled, yanking Ron’s arms away from his body. He turned around, his eyes blazing with fury. “Lies lies lies! All you humans know are lies, deceit and betrayal. You do not love. You can never love. All of you are too selfish for that!”Ron stared at Zedekiel, unable to understand what he was talking about. “What are you saying?” he asked. “What do you mean?”“You know exactly what I mean.” Young Zedekiel replied. “Stop acting like you’re innocent. You humans are all the same.”“No we’re not.” Ron argued. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but we’re not. I have done none of what you mentioned. I love you wholeheartedly, Zedekiel. I have been waiting here for weeks, at this same spot where we both first met. I have been waiting for you like you asked me to but not onc
“Good. You will rest for two full weeks and heal properly. Only then will I allow you to take my children into war with the humans. I get that you’re all angry. I too am brimming with rage and there’s nothing I wish more than to see those humans dead but we all have to wait. We have to be patient and strike when they least expect it. We have to be at our best so we can avenge the lives they took from us. Understand?”Prince Kayziel nodded instantly.She turned to Young Zedekiel and although he didn’t want to agree, he could not go against her. Especially after his uncle had agreed. “Yes, Mother.”Zedekiel, who was watching, closed his eyes and sighed for he knew what came next and he wished he had listened to his Mother. His stubbornness and impatience had cost them the lives of more Elves and had nearly cost that of his Mother and siblings as well.********After listening to Prince Kayziel's side of the story, Young Zedekiel was walking back to his room when a guard frantically appr
Without hesitation, Alaric closed the distance between them, enfolding Ron in a gentle yet firm embrace. His arms wrapped around his younger brother, offering a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions. He pressed Ron close, as if trying to shield him from the pain and disappointment that threatened to overwhelm him.Zedekiel floated into the shadows, his heart hurting as he silently watched Ron cry. He couldn’t believe that in the past, he hurt Ron so much and made him cry. He felt like total jerk. A complete asshole. He was the one who had approached Ron first and declared him his wife but here he was, abandoning the person he claimed to love. This must be why Alaric had been so mad at him back in the coven.The Elf King had no idea that he had seen nothing yet.That night, Alaric succeeded in convincing Ron to go home, rest, and eat some good food then come back the next day and wait again. Zedekiel on the other hand, floated back to the castle. On getting there, he noticed t
“My brother is yours?” Alaric chuckled coldly. “What an introduction.”“Brother, he’s the one we saved some months ago.” Ron informed Alaric.“That drowning smelly Elf?” Alaric asked.Ron nodded. “He’s the one. I’ve told him many times that I cannot return his feelings for me but he just won’t leave me alone. He said he’d rather see me dead than with someone else.”Hearing that, Alaric's anger ignited like a roaring inferno. “You want to see my brother dead? My brother?" Alaric's queried, his voice rumbling like thunder, laced with a dangerous edge that sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard. Even the neighbouring leaves, bushes, flowers, and animals were not spared. They trembled at the sound of his voice and the intensity of his magic.His chest tightened, and muscles tensed as if coiling to strike. The mere thought of someone wishing harm upon his beloved sibling was enough to send his emotions spiraling out of control. He shielded Ron behind him and held out his hand as he