Edwina “She can't travel for now, sire. She needs to be a bit stable before you put her on the road,” the old man explained, but Edward had a disputing look on his face. “So how long will she have to stay in this place? Will this place even be convenient for her recovery?” He asked. “Don’t worry, we will take good care of her, sir. We will give her whatever she needs when she needs it,” the old man tried to convince him, but I was trying my best not to butt into the conversation even though it concerned me greatly. It sounds like Edward has plans of leaving me here with this old man. That would be perfect for now until he finally brings me back to his home. By that time, I would have orchestrated my plan. I will have time to think while I am alone, and when the time is right, I will unleash my wrath upon everyone. “Who told you that I want to leave her alone here with you? I am not going anywhere till she recovers, even if that means you will accommodate me, Edwina, and
EDWARD I am ready to let go of everything. I believe now that Edwina has reasons for everything that she did. I know some of the reasons might be stupid, but I have come close to losing her so many times and if I am not cautious enough, I may lose her one day forever. How will I live with myself rather than knowing that the one thing I have left in this world that drives me is gone? I feel like I have wasted so much time nursing grudges and hate in my life. I can't continue this way. I cannot lose Edwina or come close to losing her anymore when I could have easily avoided it. I asked my men to get workers to fix the house and make it convenient for Edwina to stay here while she is on her road to recovery, and I do not have any plans of leaving her here. I will be with her till she is strong enough to leave but the truth is that I do not know what I would do after that. Will I go back to Galentia and continue the wedding preparation with Rebeca? Will I go ahead and marry s
Damien Edwina always comes through for me and I didn't mean to kill her mother but the did is done. it's one lesser fragile life taken out of the world. I can't wait to dismiss Edwina too but the truth is that she has been useful to me. It is just a matter of time before she brings me the one thing that will destroy Edward for good. I can't wait to finally storm into Galentia and take over the whole kingdom. Edward might feel that he is on the same level with me because he has lycan blood too but the truth is he is nothing like me. Even his father is no match for me. His blood isn't pure Lycan's blood, he has been filtered already so he isn't even an original. There is no logical explanation to show that he can match me in battle. Or am I getting weaker? Perhaps age? No, it makes no sense. I am double the age of little Edward, Where does he even get his strength from? I have the backing of witches with ancient powers behind me so it is not logical. Maybe it's just
DAMIEN What gives Edwina the right to talk back to me and demand stuff? One minute I am praising her for her bold and audacious nature, the next minute she uses it against me. What rubbish! "You are trying to prove stubborn now, Edwina? Ok, fine… I’ll get you your mother, or rather, I'd tell you where your mother is…” I couldn't wait to reveal it to her. I already have what I need right in front of me, and Edwina refusing to hand her over to me is just a little melodrama to the scene. “Your sweet mother is a long way from here, Edwina! If you are serious about finding her, I suggest you take a trip to the bottom of the ocean, or rather, I can send you straight to her!” I couldn't hold in the laughter that came with it… “What! What are you talking about, Damien? I did what you asked me! We… we had a deal… no… no, you can't do this to me!” Her voice trembled. “Well, you took too long to return, and your mother? She just wouldn't stop whining like a little bitch.” I was g
DAMIEN "Damien, you will let her go, otherwise the consequences would be too brutal!" I could hear the anger in Edward's voice and I struggled to fathom the reason behind his anger. I set Edwina's feet on the ground and watched her cough violently, struggling to catch her breath. It kinda made me hard. "Why is she important to you? She had a hand in killing your mother, and now she brought your bride to me. Why do you still want to save her?" I asked while I watched Edwina in scrutiny as her body moved sexily, while she struggled for life. I must have bit my lips unconsciously. "That is no business of yours!" Edward yelled. I turned around to see if the look in his eyes matched the anger in his voice and to my surprise, I saw something that weakened my knees I was filled with a mix of shock and horror as I witnessed Edward witness me holding Mother! Everything that mattered disappeared at that moment and I felt like my breath was being held at that moment. "Mother!"
Damien I brought Mother into the room and placed her on the bed, hoping she would regain consciousness, but she refused. I've sobbed and pleaded. To clean her up, I even took off her clothes. My feelings were all over the place as I considered the best course of action to revive my mother at this particular moment. While I was cleaning Mother's nude body, I couldn't help but remember all of our wonderful moments spent together. Her body warmed mine, causing me to feel things. Although knowing that she is still alive made me glad, I am currently feeling much more than that. I sense the excitement of some kind. Mother's cozy, aged but seductively soft and warm body. I gently caress her legs before focusing on her velvety thighs. She gave me no response, which surprised me, and then I had an excellent idea. I could remind Mother of our happy experiences together, which would stimulate a brain region and help her regain awareness. I gave in to the temptation of seeing Mother
Damien, The next morning I woke up with anticipation to see Mother. Immediately, I turned to Mother hoping she was awake, but she wasn't. "Why the hell wouldn't she wake up? What is her problem?" I muttered, frustrated. I can't do this alone. I am confused. These wicked people have taken everything away from me. I have never lived without my mother’s guidance. What do I do? I got off the bed and stared at my mother for an unhealthy amount of time, waiting to see any change in her, but it was all the same. Damn, I need to clean her up, I made a mess of her. I carried Mother off the bed to the bathroom, cleaned her up, and bathed her. After that, I dressed her in a silk gown and laid her back on the bed. Now I am alone, left to deal with the reality alone. Each time I see Mother lying quietly on the bed, my heart shatters into minute pieces. I left her in the room and then stepped into the palace room to see the scene I ignored yesterday. All my men are dead, Mother’s app
Damien I dashed back to the house right away, but I knew it wouldn't be a refuge for me for long. I had to get things done quickly. My mother taught me how to cast protective magic when I was very small. She told me to use it anytime I was in danger, but I never believed I would use it. I had little idea about the outside world back then; I was young and a little naive. All I knew was that my mother, who was ultimately assassinated by the palace, was only thinking about what was best for me. According to my mother, everyone was aware of my mother's passing and played a part in it. I was a young, confused person. Every time I closed my eyes, the night devils would crawl in. Sometimes I would hear devils speaking in my ears and being told to commit horrible acts. I would try to evade them by running to a corner, but it never worked. Mom would come home to find me shaky and afraid. She would put some powder on my tongue and teach me some spells. It would protect me, she sai