Prince Ron tried and tried. He even squeezed his face and locked his jaw to stop himself from yawning. Tears leaked from his eyes and the people of Netheridge were surprised to see him being so moved.The moisture in his green eyes made them seem so glossy. The beads of tears running down his cheeks were like twinkling pearls in the candlelights and his small red lips were pursed, making him look so adorable. A lot of people wanted to go up there and shower the cute prince with hugs and kisses.King Zedekiel nearly rolled his eyes. What drama was this pretentious prince up to now?Rose groaned. She knew her brother like the back of her hand. The little minx was probably bored to death and was doing all he could not to disrespect Princess Mariel in front of everyone. She shook her head. What a dunce.Princess Mariel finally finished the song and Prince Ron stood up, clapping and cheering the loudest. Then he quickly excused himself and ran out of the hall through the back door before a
King Zedekiel's eyes went cold. For him, the murder of his father and brother was still fresh. He could remember opening a box, the size of a big treasure chest, the humans sent them as a gift for peace, to find his father and brother's severed heads. Their faces frozen in horror and anguish, lifeless eyes staring back at him. The pain he felt at that moment was unimaginable.His fingers twitched, tiny sparks of silver dangerously dancing around the tips, showing his lack of control on his emotions.Rage and hatred stirred within him like a tremendous tornado. All he wanted was to strike down the dancer. How could he? What was he trying to gain by reminding them of that horrible day? It felt like a hot searing slap to his face. Like rubbing salt on an open wound. Who could be so heartless?He was about to raise his hand when he felt a warm hand encase his own. He turned to find his mother slowly shaking her head. "Stay calm" she said to him telepathically. "I think I understand what h
Some started to sweat for the dancer. How could he ask for such a thing?! The King is so precious! He's untouchable! He's akin to a rare gem! No one has ever dared to ask him for such a thing. This dancer was either very brave or very stupid.Prince Ron wondered why everyone was silent. He just asked for a dance. The King could refuse if he wanted to. It's not like he could force him to dance.Prince Ludiciel and Princess Mariel thought that this person was completely out of his mind.The Queen mother had nothing to say. She was quite curious to see how things would play out.Princess Rose wanted to hit something. How dare this commoner ask for a dance with the King? A man for that matter? She may have turned a blind eye to the same sex couples dancing earlier but this was over the top! She won't let the King fall to the dark side. It's a good thing Ron wasn't back yet. She didn't want her little brother's mind to be so corrupted. Just wait till she's queen. She'll banish each and eve
Anger flooded his mind. A human?! How could it be a stinky dirty human?! He had even tried to cover up his scent with heavy perfume. Well too bad for him because the Elf King's sense of smell was top notch.Ron felt something was off and due to the distraction, he missed a step which caused Zedekiel to steady him by the waist with both hands. The King used this opportunity to make Ron wrap his arms around his own neck.Therefore, they were so close. Due to Ron's lack of height, his head was directly beneath the King's chin. Under the veil, there was no difference between the colour of Ron's face and a tomato. His heart was beating faster than a race horse. What the hell was his Majesty doing?! People were watching!Zedekiel felt he had to be mistaken. No human could perform the ancient Elf dance. It was impossible! He wanted to make sure his nose wasn't deceiving him. That's why he put them in that intimate position.Princess Rose was being fed too much jealousy inducing scenes. She a
"Hey watch where you're going!" he said to the person but the person just bowed and turned away.Ron took a careful look at the figure. The person was dressed in a black cloak and his face was well hidden so the prince couldn't see anything. Instead, he saw a tattoo in the shape of a claw on the person's hand. It was right between the thumb and pointer. Ron thought it was such an odd tattoo and in an odd location but he didn't think much about it and just hurried to the hall.On getting there, the Queen mother dragged him back to his seat. "Oh dear, where have you been? You've missed a lot"Ron let out a nervous smile, eyes glancing at the King who was looking at him as if he also expected an answer. "I-I think I ate too much. I had stomach problems"Rose sighed. "Brother, I've told you to not eat so much. You'll get an upset stomach. When we get back, I'll ask my servants to make you something to calm it down and help it settle"How embarrassing but Prince Ron could only smile and no
His laughter soon turned into gags. His hand flew to his throat as he began to cough and wheeze. It was like a hand was painfully squeezing his neck, cutting his flow of air. Soon enough, his face started to turn pink. The King had already lost his father and brother. This man wanted to take his sister too? Well, nobody messes with his family or his people. He didn't need to use his hands to perform magic. All he needed was his mind. In reality, the man wasn't being choked. Zedekiel was just manipulating his brain, making him think it was happening. But this wasn't enough. He wanted to see him bleed. He wanted to torture him in the worst way possible. "Don't do anything rash!" his mother said to him telepathically. "Don't forget we have two humans in our midst. They'll wander how a man can just suffocate and die on his own. I don't want to answer any questions Zedekiel. Lock him up first. We'll deal with him later. And Ron is injured. We need to take care of him. He's losing a lo
He quietly slipped into the Prince's room and closed the door. The sight that greeted him was breathtaking and it had him frozen in place...Prince Ron had woken up at some part of the night due to the pain in his arm and he couldn't go back to sleep so he decided to take a bath. The little Prince knew he most likely wouldn't find a servant to get him some hot water so he troubled his bodyguard, Leo, who's room was opposite Ron's.It was at times like this that Leo desperately wanted to quit his job. He had turned into a personal maid! Since when did an esteemed bodyguard of his calibre run to the kitchen to heat water for the Prince? This was completely degrading!Mind you, these all happened while the King was still searching. And so, the big gruff bodyguard was forced to get hot water for the little Prince. Ron was delighted and promised Leo a raise. He also gave a heartfelt speech, stating his undying love and respect for Leo and also declaring them as best friends for life. Afte
Ron's lungs burned for air and he grabbed Zedekiel's hand, exuding all his strength to free his neck but it was impossible. Zedekiel's hand was immovable. Like a mountain.The Prince screamed in his heart. 'It wasn't a dream!'Zedekiel was furious. He couldn't understand why the masked dancer's scent filled Ron's room. In fact, at that very moment, it was stronger than ever! And with Ron before him, with his nose right near Ron's neck, he knew... he definitely knew that Ron was the masked dancer but he didn't want to believe it.How? How could it be this annoying Prince? How did the Prince know their sacred dance? Just how?But deep down, deep deep down, the question King Zedekiel burned to ask, was, Why did Ron ask to dance with him?He could have asked for any other wish.Why dance? And with him?Zedekiel felt the neck in his hold go limp and he panicked. He quickly released Ron and Ron started to cough violently. He grabbed the sheets and covered his body tightly then scurried to t
The urgency in the guard's voice echoed through the halls as they burst into the room, their breaths heavy with adrenaline. As the guard's words pierced the air, the throne room was engulfed in a sudden eruption of emotion. Gasps and murmurs swept through the gathered courtiers like a gust of wind. The Officials rose from their seats, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of concern and urgency. Servants scurried to relay the news throughout the castle.Zedekiel’s younger self, seated upon the throne, stood swiftly, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face: worry, relief and determination. “Is he alive?” he asked as the guards gently laid Prince Kayziel’s body on the floor. The body was motionless, skin wet, matted with blood and dirt.The current Zedekiel watched quietly for he could remember everything that had happened concerning his betrayer of an uncle. If he had known everything his uncle had planned, he would have made sure he died right on the floor.The air hummed w
In the end, he sighed and stood up. “Fine. You’re right. You’re your own person. I have no right to dictate what you should and not do. I don’t want you to ever feel like that’s what I’m doing. You’re my baby brother Ral, and you mean the world to me so I’m just trying to protect you. I’m sorry if I came off as a dictator. You don’t have to come back with me. You can stay here and wait for him. I’ll figure out what to tell mum and dad.” Not expecting his headstrong brother to agree with him and even apologise, Ron was stunned. He stood up and gazed at his brother with a kind of look that was a mixture of shock and joy. “Really? You mean that?” “Of course.” Alaric nodded, smiling. “Would I ever lie to you?” Ron knew his brother always meant what he says and always kept his word so he broke into a large grin and engulfed his brother in a big hug. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you! Gosh brother you’re the best!” Zedekiel couldn’t help but smile at the entire scene. He was g
Older brother? Zedekiel was stunned. Alaric was Ron's older brother?Ron pouted cutely and turned his back to Alaric. "Go away. I don't want to talk to you.""Oh I'm not here to talk." Alaric said. He stomped forward and grabbed Ron by the back of his collar and yanked. "I'm here to drag your naughty ass back home."Alarmed, Ron scurried to his knees and stretched out his hands. "Maelda!"Maelda immediately responded, sending her vines out to Ron. He grabbed them and pulled himself back. "I'm not going home! Not now!"Alaric groaned still tugging on his collar. "Ugh, why do you have to be so stubborn?""Let go!" Ron shouted, holding on to the vines of the Mother Tree. "I'm not going home! Not until I see him!"Alaric huffed angrily; "Come on, Ral. We have to go back! Mum and dad are worried sick. You've been here since yesterday.""Go back and tell them to not worry." Ron said, hugging the tree tighter. "I'm fine, Alaric. I just need to see him."Zedekiel watched the entire exchange,
He gazed down at himself and realized he was in a ghost-like form, ethereal and weightless, allowing him to glide silently through the dimly lit space. It was at that moment his memories flooded back to him—Ron being taken, him trespassing into the Witches Coven and drinking Alaric's potion, a concoction meant to unveil his forgotten past. He gazed around once more, wondering, was this his past? When did this happen? Why was his room in such a mess?His ears caught a faint sound of crying. He immediately followed the sorrowful echoes and found himself floating before his bathroom. He raised a hand to turn the handle but his ghostlike form went through it. He then realised that he could not touch anything in his past. He was just meant to see what he had begged the Mother Tree to erase.On one hand, he was dreading what he would find in the bathroom and on the other, he was curious to know. He could rememberbhis Mother begging him to leave his past in the past and not try to remember.
To say Zedekiel was shocked from the information was an understatement. He was completely flabbergasted. He couldn't even bear to see Ron hurt in any way. How could he kill him with his own hands? What the hell was Alaric talking about?"You coward." Alaric grumbled, adding a few more ingredients to his pot. "I've been so mad about it for years now. I even had half the mind to curse you in an endless limbo of emotional torture. For you to find true love but never have it but then, you helped me with Talon so I decided not to interfere with your fate. Besides, cursing you would be like cursing Ron since his fate is intertwined with yours and I can't do that to him.""You talk like you knew him." Zedekiel said, still confused. He didn't understand a single thing. "What exactly are you trying to tell me? I can never hurt Ron. I love him.""Yet you ended his life with your own hands." Alaric said, adding his final ingredient to the pot. A drop of water from the lake of memories. The green
In the middle of the room sat a large black pot with thin white smoke emanating from it. The crow on Alaric's shoulder flew to it's small black cage while Alaric went to the pot, adding a few sprinkles of what seemed to be seeds. "So, how exactly am I supposed to help you?" He asked."I want you to find him." Zedekiel stated. "We have a feeling he might be at the Echoing Isle but we need you to confirm it."Alaric hummed, thinking about Zedekiel's request as he stirred the bubbling liquid in the pot. "By him, you mean your human lover right?" He didn't wait for Zedekiel to answer and continued; "I don't know why you're going through all this trouble for one tiny powerless human. I mean, you're the King of the Elves. An extremely powerful creature. Why not be with someone on your level? Someone worthy of you."Zedekiel's eyes blazed with fury especially after hearing the last sentence. The intensity of his anger seemed to fill the room with an electric charge. His jaw clenched tightly,
As Zedekiel dared to step further into the village, a booming voice reverberated through the forest, causing the very trees to tremble."Who dares to trespass into the witches' coven?"In response to the commanding voice, the witches emerged one by one, encircling the Elf Brothers with an ominous presence that sent chills down Ludiciel's spine.Zedekiel on the other hand, kept walking. As if he didn't see or hear anything."Hey! I'm talking to you!" The witch who had spoken earlier shouted at Zedekiel. "Stop! Come back here!""Brother don't leave me!" Prince Ludiciel exclaimed, running after Zedekiel."I said stop!" The witch shouted once more but it fell on deaf ears for Zedekiel just kept on walking. Furious, she commanded her fellow witches. "Stop him!"They sprung to action, wands in hands as they all moved to attack Zedekiel at the same time.Zedekiel, already seething with pent-up anger, unleashed a torrent of raw power that surged forth like a tidal wave, crashing into the witc
"Haven't you noticed? She's in love with him." Zedekiel said. "I think it all started the day he saved her during the feast but let's talk about this some other time. We have to find Ron."He was going crazy just by not having Ron by his side. In a way, he felt Mariel was right. It was due to his incompetence that Prince Ron was taken by Fredrick. He didn't protect him like he promised to. His heart hurt at the thought of what Prince Ron might be going through. Especially after the things Fredrick said to him the first time. If Frederick dared to hurt Ron in any way, he would give him the worst kind of death imaginable."What are we going to do?" Prince Ludiciel asked. "I have men combing through every inch of this Kingdom and the neighbouring ones. Should we wait for their feedback?"Zedekiel shook his head immediately. He was restless. "I can't wait that long. It has already been a day. If he was anywhere close, we would have found him by now. Fredrick knows that so he wouldn't keep
Memories flooded his mind like a torrential downpour, each one a bittersweet reminder of the happiness he had once known. He missed their conversations, filled with laughter and whispered confessions. He missed their kisses and intimate moments and he longed to see Zedekiel's smile, a radiant beacon of joy that never failed to brighten his darkest days. He missed Zedekiel with an ache that seemed to penetrate his very soul. Being away from him hurt so much that he wanted to cry. Tears brimmed in his eyes, threatening to fall but he bit his lip, sniffling, trying to hold them back. With each passing moment, the ache of separation grew more unbearable, and Prince Ron found himself yearning with every fiber of his being to be reunited with his beloved who had captured his heart completely. He never knew he could miss Zedekiel so much. It was at that moment that he realised the depth of his feelings for Zedekiel. He wished he had answered quickly back at the bridge. He wished he had po