EdwardDamien's face contorted with a mix of shock and horror as he turned around to witness me holding the old woman – the source of his dark powers. The air was thick with tension, and for a moment, he seemed like a puppet whose strings had been severed."Mother!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with a hint of vulnerability.It was a surprising reaction from someone who exuded malevolence and cruelty."WHA...what did you do to my mother?" he stammered, the tremor in his voice giving away the depth of his distress. It was an unexpected revelation – the mighty Damien showing a vulnerability that hinted at a deeper connection."Oh Damien, this isn’t your mother, you dumb fuck! Your biological mother is dead, dumbass!" I snapped, a mixture of satisfaction and defiance in my tone. It was gratifying to see the impact of my actions on someone who had wreaked havoc with his dark powers.The revelation hung in the air, a truth Damien seemed reluctant to accept. The battlefield, once filled
EdwardI didn't understand what Edwina was saying about a wedding ceremony and I just know that no one can ever be so stupid to try that.I’m sure it is all a silly misunderstanding. It is probably just some grand ceremony of someone who didn't think to ask for permission before turning the palace upside down.In the middle of the accusations Edwina was hurling at me, I found Rebeca coming into the palace with some maids and guards. They had a lot of languages with them…I wonder what they went to get."Lady Rebeca!" I called out, my voice cutting through the din, causing a momentary pause in the bustling activity.!" I called firmly as she entered the palace with maids and guards, carrying what seemed to be a variety of languages and bags. My voice cut through the tense atmosphere, drawing her attention.Rebeca turned towards me, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Yes?" she responded, approaching with measured steps."What's going on?" I asked, gesturing towards the commot
EdwardOh, what have I done?I moved closer to the chariot and found Edwina on the floor, holding the other lady who came with her in her arms.She is dead!Edwina was weeping as she had just lost her child. My men were trying to pull her away to continue with the journey but she had a knife to her neck. Threatening that she would take her life if they forced her to leave the body. My men surroundedher not knowing what to do."What is going on here?" I asked them."She wouldn't leave Your Majesty, she threatened to take her life if we forced her to come with us," the head guard said.Edwina's voice cut through the heavy silence, revealing another layer to this tragic tale. "Edward, look at what this woman who kidnapped me put me through. It isn't enough that she kidnapped me! Now she delays me with a dead girl! Shemust be punished, Edward!" Rebecca's painful accusations rang out, adding a layer of complexity to the already dire situation.I don't understand why it's hard for Rebeca
Edward Edwina's words cut through the air like sharp blades, and I stood there, dumbfounded by the unexpected verbal assault. The weight of her accusations pressed heavily on me. Was this truly how she perceived me? What had I done to warrant such a harsh judgment? As her accusations resounded in my mind, I couldn't help but wonder about the nature of her expectations. She had made a pact with Damien, a pact that bound her to the devil himself. What had she anticipated from such a risky bargain? Despite the bitterness in her words, I couldn't imagine leaving her alone in the middle of nowhere... Despite the pain her accusations caused, a sense of duty and responsibility overrode any personal hurt. I struggled with conflicting emotions, torn between the sting of her words and the unwavering commitment to ensuring her safety. "Edwina!" I called out desperately, my feet pounding against the ground as I chased after her. The ache in my chest echoed as my heart beat so fast.
EDWARD The weight of failure bore down on me, a burden I couldn't escape. I sensed that I had played a part in whatever misfortune had befallen Edwina. Riding through the village, desperately seeking a place to heal her, every beat of my heart resonated with a tinge of guilt and regret. As the horse's hooves clattered on the uneven path, my forehead beaded with sweat, a testament to the fear gnawing at my insides. The village, once a backdrop to potential safety, now seemed a maze of uncertainty. The looming question echoed in my mind: What would become of me if Edwina didn't survive this ordeal? The unknown fate of the one I tried to protect fueled my anxiety, making each moment unbearable as we raced against time to find help. As we rode into the distance, I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of guilt that engulfed me. The weight of my decisions pressed heavily on my conscience, and the regret of not heeding Edwina's pleas gnawed at my soul. "I should have listened
Edward I have never been this afraid of anything in my life. I cannot lose the love of my life. My parents are dead and right now, she is the bane of my existence even though she did me wrong. I’d rather have her as a living enemy whom I would detest with every living breath that I take than not have her at all And death is not an option. The journey to find a healer felt like an eternity, with every passing moment increasing my fear of losing Edwina. The chariot finally came to a halt near a modest home, the abode of the village healer. A sense of urgency gripped me as I rushed to seek assistance, my only consolation being the hope that this healer possessed the knowledge and skills to mend the wounds that threatened to tear my world apart. The healer's home was unassuming, surrounded by the tranquility of the village. With a heavy heart, I carried Edwina out of the chariot, desperately seeking a remedy to the hazardous situation, an old man accompanied by two young ladi
EdwardI have never been this afraid of anything in my life. I cannot lose the love of my life. My parents are dead and right now, she is the bane of my existence even though she did me wrong. I’d rather have her as a living enemy whom I would detest with every living breath that I take than not have her at all And death is not an option.The journey to find a healer felt like an eternity, with every passing moment increasing my fear of losing Edwina. The chariot finally came to a halt near a modest home, the abode of the village healer.A sense of urgency gripped me as I rushed to seek assistance, my only consolation being the hope that this healer possessed the knowledge and skills to mend the wounds that threatened to tear my world apart.The healer's home was unassuming, surrounded by the tranquility of the village. With a heavy heart, I carried Edwina out of the chariot, desperately seeking a remedy to the hazardous situation, an old man accompanied by two young ladies approached
Edward I sat beside her quietly through the night, watching quietly and waiting for my love to wake up. The night stretched endlessly as I sat vigil beside her unconscious form.The dim light in the room cast a gentle glow on Edwina 's features, highlighting the delicate contours of her face. Every breath she took was a reassurance, of her fragile existence. In the silence, the weight of my regrets pressed heavily upon me. I couldn't escape the haunting memories of my wrongs against her, a bunch of mistakes that had led us to this extreme moment. Her tranquility in sleep masked the turmoil she had endured, a reflection of the storm that raged within me. The flickering candlelight mirrored the wavering hope in my heart, desperate for a chance to witness her waking moments. A smile from her would be the antidote to the numbness that gripped my heart, the restoration of a flame quenched by my foolishness. In that quiet, endless night, I vowed to rectify the wrongs, to be the