And another chapter in! I hope you guys enjoyed it… (or endured it) lol… don’t hate me guys, hate the characters. Nonetheless, we’re advancing. See yA!
{Ciril’s POV}They won.I ended up racing about through the space in the Throne room, naked but covering my body in the best possible way I could.I didn’t dance, but the men seemed to still like my performance… even though I hadn’t been performing anything. They still seemed to like whatever I was doing, and this had added to my gloom as I still served as their entertainment whatsoever. And in addition to that, Taka and his brother had also been entertained because they were the ones in charge of making me race around and cry while whipping me like an animal. Now, the entertainment session was over. The Alpha Queen wanted to continue the discussion session with cloaked men, so I was now being dragged out of the Throne room since they didn’t have any use for me anymore. I didn’t have clothes anymore as it had all been ripped to shreds, so now, I was being dragged out of the Throne room with a naked body covered in blood. I still felt a bit ashamed that my body was on show for every
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Eight ~ ]“Hey.” “Hey.” I crawled over to the cell cages to get close to the Hencher Mistress who was crouched on the other side and I smiled at her genuinely as I put my hand through one of the cell cages to hold her hand. I had been raging and scowling before— angrily wincing due to the huge cut on my wrist, but seeing her now drove away those aggrieved expressions instantly. I didn’t know how she had gotten into the Dungeons but I didn’t care. I was just happy to see her.She was the only one that was exempted from my hate— she and Clord apparently, because Clord has also been nice to me. But then Clord’s niceness could never be compared to the Hencher Mistress’. Anytime I see her, I grow teary because I feel like my guardian has come— my comfort. It’s crazy but that’s really how I feel whenever I see her and even now, I was already teary looking at her.She took my hand gently in hers and it filled me with comforting warmth that I didn’t want to let go of h
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Eight ~ ]I panicked so badly that it was visible even though I was trying to hide it. My scowl was broken. Taka opened up the cell cage with extra satisfaction now and then he dragged me out using my dress as his anchor.I followed him obediently so that he wouldn’t tear my dress and then when I got outside the cell, the anchor was switched so that my hair became the new anchor.You should know Ivanka had taken charge.She likes to pull me by my hair so I knew she would grab hold of my hair but what I didn’t know was that it would hurt so much. And then I realized that it was because my hair was much shorter now— thanks to Abasha, so Ivanka’s grip was closer to my skull now, hence tighter. I winced in pain as Ivanka led the way, pulling me with her strong grip on my hair. Tears glossed up my eyes in that moment, but they weren’t tears of pain. They were tears of fear. I dreaded meeting Dolores. Before the Palace and all its torturous entities, there was Dol
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Nine ~ ]Suicide. I was really considering it now…So many bad things were happening. It had been happening only to me and I was cool with that but now it’s beginning to affect the people I care about. The Hencher Mistress and Clord. They were suffering because of me…I was wretched to the extent that my wretchedness was spreading to those around me. I was miserable to the extent that my misery was contagious and now, because of my jinxing self, Dolores was now the Hencher Mistress and Clord was out in the wild of the Reigns, struggling to stay alive.— if he’s not already dead.I was tortured by Dolores yesterday, but all the things she had done to me didn’t hurt more than the fact that the Hencher Mistress and Clord had met an ill fate because of me— and Dolores had done a lot to me. The Hencher Mistress had lost her title, her esteem, her deference, and her respect and was now a fucking slave because of me!I hated myself… and this was why committing suicide
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Night Time ~ ]I had gone from being a living being to being a prop. Today, the Alpha Queen had revealed that to me and there was no argument whatsoever that could prove her wrong.I no longer own my life. The Royals and the people owned me now as that had been proven to me today.There I was, naked and tied to the wooden post for their fancy. They threw fruits at me… and then they threw stones. They were so entertained that heavy stones didn’t seem heavy to them anymore, and this led to them almost killing me with it. They would have bashed my body open with those rocks if he hadn’t stepped in and stopped them on time.I’m talking about Prince Landon. He had strictly instructed them not to throw rocks or any hard objects at me and I was supposed to show him gratitude.But gratitude my foot!I had scowled at him instead. With tears in my eyes and the aggrieved expression on my face, I showed him I hated him for I knew that his attempt to stop them from stoning me t
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Night Time ~ ]I scowled at her.I wanted to break through the camel cages and lung at her to peel her skin right off her face, but I climbed down the shabby stool and strolled closer to her instead.Her saving grace were the bars of metal between us.I clenched my fists. “Hear you out?” I repeated in disbelief. I didn’t believe she had said those words right to my face.She was still sobbing and crying before me and this made me crazily angry. My former expression of gloom was taken away and was replaced by rage now and I could only use it to yell.“I said get out, you Punic wretch!” I yelled again. “Leave me alone!” I voiced and she closed her eyes as more tears poured out of them.I backed away a bit now as I took in her expression and then I spun around and roamed my gaze round the room in search of any item I could use to hit, shove, or stab her. I hated the fact that she thought she could use her tears to entice me.I didn’t see any hard objects now. I only saw
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Ten ~ ]I didn’t kill myself.For some reason, I hadn’t felt like doing it anymore after Anika’s narration but it didn’t mean I didn’t feel wretched. It didn’t mean I wasn’t still emotionally broken. And as for Anika, I had sent her away— After I had heard her narration, I had still sent her away. She had wanted me to forgive her but I just couldn’t. I was still very angry at her. I still felt like I hated her. Story or no story, she had landed me in this predicament, and even though it wasn’t her intention, I was still very mad at her. I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive her.“I’ll go and tell Prince Landon the truth.” She had said before she left and even though it had sounded like a relief, I didn’t feel relieved.I didn’t feel relieved because I knew she wasn’t going to achieve anything with that plan of hers. Ivanka was the one involved in this cascade of torture so I knew Anika’s attempt would be a vain one. But then I didn’t stop her. I didn’t care i
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Thirteen ~ ]Morning came and met me in my foul mood.I hadn’t slept.I hadn’t slept because I couldn’t do so with all the hate I was now carrying in my heart.I still wondered if the Hencher Mistress was okay but then I wasn’t sad about it anymore. Every sadness I felt was being translated into anger and resentment… and I didn’t mind. I was seated on the floor now and glaring in the direction the vile bunch would come from. I wanted them to come and get today’s torture over with so I was somewhat anticipating them, but then I didn’t see them for several moments. Soon my attention was diverted from waiting for them to looking at my body.— Some of my wounds were healing and I had scars forming now. I could see scars of random I’s, R’s, and S’s.. which stood for Ivanka, Ruika, and Sam— Dolores’ children.She had scourged me with these marks and wounds the other day as her own form of punishment and now, the wounds were healing and turning into a reminder that th
{Prince Landon’s POV}~ Few Minutes Earlier ~ Everything was ready.The scene was set and everyone was here to witness my magnification by the moon goddess. Everything was perfect. Although I didn’t understand what happened with the whirlwind and sandstorm that had attacked the Palace earlier, but then it had calmed down while I trailed about the Palace and performed the Guirgon rituals with the Half elders. Without that ritual, I wouldn’t be able to earn and receive the moon goddess’s soul so I had done it with the half elders earlier during which the whirlwind calmed its currents, making my entrance into the Revel Hall more divine. There was no other proof I needed to know that I was definitely the destined vessel of the moon goddess and the candidate for the Guirgon full moon. This had made me really confident in myself but while we waited now, my confidence sprouted a bit of a scuffle.My mother wanted Ciril’s head to be brought here to the Hall as a gift from the congregation
{Ciril’s POV}I saw the Hencher Mistress claws out for the first time ever.I had never seen her looking so aggressive.I had never seen her so enraged. The hairs on her body rose and grew thicker as she shifted into her werewolf form and I stared at her with a mixture of dread and shock.I started to hear a loud banging sound now. Taka and his cronies were attempting to kick the door down.I trembled back in reaction but the Hencher Mistress stood her ground as we both stared at the door that was slowly budging to their brutish nudges. I could see the hinges of the door gradually giving in to their physical demands as they started to pull out from the walls and the way my breath grew very heavy in that moment was agonizing.Breathing almost felt painful now. Several kicks were being dumped on the door and all the structural reinforcements the Hencher Mistress had made were slowly giving out and I didn’t know what to think or do.I only knew that death wasn’t far away from me now. I
{Ciril’s POV}My chest started heaving as my heart started to beat threateningly fast.I was not on the public post anymore. I was free. I was literally free to roam about, free to go anywhere I wanted to.— free to leave this place.But then I heard from the Hencher Mistress that we weren’t escaping anywhere… but going to her room. I was confused.Her room?I had been bound to heavy chains for more than two weeks just for her to set me free and want to take me to her room?I bombarded her with questions now as we raced through the shadows. The Palace lights and lamps were off so that the full Moon was the only light source which gave us the grace to move about sneakily, but then I was almost jinxing it with my restlessness and questioning.“But we’re not going to stay in your room, right?” I asked. “Did you forget something in your room?” “Does your room have a secret doorway that can help us escape secretly?” I asked again when she didn’t respond to the first two questions. She
{Ciril’s POV}“Just hang in there for a little more time.”The Hencher Mistress had said and left me with those words. But then she had stopped at a short distance away and chipped in a line.“I’ll be back.” She had added and now, she was gone.She was gone… and I needed her. I needed her to be here because I had grown scared.— scared of dying. Yeah…The people’s ridiculing words had broken through my defenses and made me gloomy and vulnerable. And now that I was thinking of how close I was to the hour of my death, I was scared. And it was made worse by the fact that Taka had told me how everyone would be competing to be the one to take off my head after the Guigon moon’s arrival. Hence, I needed the only friend I had left, the Hencher mistress, here with me but then because of how she had been acting and the statement she had made, I hadn’t been able to tell her.“Just hang in there for a little more time.” I repeated the words now and then tears glossed up my eyes as realizatio
{Ciril’s POV}I was outside the Revel Hall like they said I would be.And I was tied there to the post as they said I would be.But then as an added compliment, I was stripped naked. Every worker or servant who passed by now seemed to have fun with their eyes and talk about my body and appearance before leaving.It was still the early hours of the day so the Reignile people hadn’t started coming yet. From what I had heard, the Guirgon full moon visits a few hours before midnight which meant that the people of the Reigns who had been invited would begin coming in during the evening.And so I was left out there in the open for the sun to dry and make harder the fecal matter that was on my body and for the wind to blow specks of dust into my eyes.I saw some of the maids and slaves I used to work with back then when I wasn’t tagged as the Kingslayer yet. I saw some of them pass by and gaze at me with clear disdain and irritation on their faces.Normally, this would break me but now, I di
{Ciril’s POV}It was noontime.And I was surrounded by darkness.— sweating and clothed in poop.I was back at the Dungeons and I stinked. I stinked badly and had a foul look on my face, but then the stench of the dung wasn’t the reason for my foul mood. My foul look was brought about by the realization that today had brought upon me.What Prince Landon had done to me had broken me in so many ways. What he had done to me had killed whatever sell-worth I had left in me and for this I loathed him. He was on the list now and in truth and at this moment, I wanted to kill him more than I wanted to kill anyone else on that list. I wanted to yell curse words at him while I stabbed him so many times in his face and chest with a knife.— I wouldn’t hesitate by even the slightest bit if I was given the chance to do this.Yeah. That’s how much I hate him now. I had found the ring. After almost an hour, I had found the damn thing but not until poop had almost diffused through my skin.People
{Ciril’s POV}“Come with me.”Prince Landon had appeared from nowhere and had told me to come with him so now I was trailing behind him and Dylan without any clue as to where they were taking me. General Dylan looked specifically elated while Prince Landon looked aggrieved, and these were the only clues I had to work with.I wanted to ask Prince Landon where he was taking me but then I didn’t even want to speak to him so I kept my curiosity to myself. I was that hateful of him. We left the Palace grounds to the common grounds where my curiosity was inclined to the max. General Dylan turned back at one instance to smirk at me and this made me even more confused.What were we doing in the Common Grounds?We were trailing through the ground villages and I looked left and right, wondering what could possibly make them bring me here. The local people were both happy and angry to see our group.Elucidation: Happy to see Prince Landon.And angry to see me.They looked like they wanted to t
Ciril’s POV}The Hencher Mistress has cleaned my wounds and helped me clean the vast floor of the Hall just like she had said she would.She had to run away into hiding a couple of times to evade the guards who had come to check up on me but then she had helped me, not leaving until what was left was a small portion to clean.I didn’t understand.I didn’t understand why she cared so much about me. I had asked her why but then her reason hadn’t done justice to how she acted towards me.I’m lovable?Lovable my foot! I’m miserable. I’m miserable to the max and yet she still cares so much about me. I really didn’t understand how or why. She was gone now and I was wrapping up— cleaning the remaining portion of the ground. She had told me that Anika had been seen being seized and taken away by some warriors earlier and so I was thinking about that now.Anika had said she would try to reveal the truth about everything that had happened in the Dinner hall that day and I had mentally doubted
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Thirteen ~ ]“I need you to eat because you’re going to need your strength for tomorrow…”What do you mean?What is happening tomorrow?These were the questions I had asked Princess Anne following her weird statement… and these were the questions she had ignored. She had left me without attempting to answer any of them but then had also left me with a confusing line as usual. “You will either lose your life or someone else’s...” She had said as she left and I had stared at her until she was out of sight.I didn’t bother to ask her what she meant by that sentence because it didn’t matter to me. I was going to die tomorrow and be free of this world and its tortures so I didn’t have anything to do with her and her fatefully confusing words anymore.I was only grateful for the food— I was really grateful. The food had been the best thing that had happened to me since all these torture episodes started and I was thankful that Princess Anne’s crazy mind had led her to