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Book 2 Chapter 63
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Do keep up! We've a schedule to keep to you know! I have an execution I apparently must attend tomorrow! By the gods you royalty set dates and times for different occasions, then forget all about them yourselves, rather shameful if I do say so myself." Christopher rolled his eyes making a complete mockery of both Rael, and the very fact he was technically set to die tomorrow.
'Why has no one come running yet? He was in the room with me since my return, and it's the middle of the day. All our servants and guards should still be here!' Rael glared daggers through his bloodshot eyes at Christopher fighting the urge to retort and risk the man carving into him like a holiday roast. Though in this particular moment they would only come out as gargled noises, and grunts.
As Rael was being dragged towards the door he had recently entered through, he saw the opportunity he required. A chance to make his distress known to either the guards or the staff as a wall came within dis
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"What do you think?" A man asked in a hush whisper eyeing his companion who was squatting down next to him peaking over a rock."Well it definitely fits the description... But honestly it's hard to believe. How often does anyone of any race come out this way let alone two spirits?" He couldn't help but find the whole situation too... Well to simply express his views... Impossible. They were informed of the women's looks, and the fact they were supposedly spirits, more so the strange human they were traveling with.'But honestly two spirits in the same place? Running into a single spirit in a lifetime even as one of the immortal races is already damn near unheard of, but two in the same place down in the darkness.... It just screams impossible, perhaps even a trap... But would the king really even need to resort to deception and ambushing? He could just order the army to come kill us any time he pleases.' The man couldn't help but sound out his doubts in his mind.
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Melancholy would be the perfect word to describe the atmosphere at Nerissa's announcement. Alayna's face was completely despondent. Nerissa who's always been close to Alayna couldn't think of anything that could possibly lift her friend's spirit any. "I'm sorry I tried everything I could think of. I spoke to anyone who was willing to listen... I can't think of anyway out of this that wouldn't make matters even worse." Nerissa frowned acknowledging her lack of power, her heart filled with shame. If this had been a battlefield people would hinge on her every word, they would be the ones seeking advice and help, begging for favors. But in politics, and the king's ruling she was acknowledged as a princess and an intelligent woman, but nothing else. The majority of the time people would approach her trying to gain a foothold that would place them closer to the king, or to simply attempt to winning her heart and marrying into royalty. Though this isn't to say s
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A group stood by watching the events unfold closely waiting on baited breaths, waiting to see what was to come. Yet they didn't have a clue what they were looking for, apart from they were told to wait for the sign that I quote. 'A blind person would notice.'"Come on they're already halfway to the palace, this is a bust. The guy clearly isn't what we were led to believe." One man whispered to the group."Have patience. He's barely halfway to the palace." a man sitting on a crate with his arm resting on his knee responded not willing to take his eyes off the boy who was being marched down a cleared pathway."Ummm what in all the hells is the guy doing?""Yea this is definitely a bust, look at him he's dancing about talking to the crowd like a crazed idiot."The man sitting on the crate slowly breathed a sigh closing his eyes. 'Damn. I had so much hope. I thought things would finally be different that, I wanted to believe the rumors that've been mak
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The guards closed the gates behind the group turning to examine their disheveled state. They were covered in sweat, hair blown about dirt clinging to their bodies. "What in the gods names happened to you lot?" One man mumbled seeing eyeing the group up and down, all of who looked worse for wear. But as his eyes came across the princess his demeanor quickly shifted. Straightening his body so rigid breeze would probably have him teetering. He gave her an awkward smile. "My apologies your highness. I meant no disrespect." "It's fine." She waved her hand dismissively trying her best to catch her breath after being forced to run across the city. "Aren't you a little early though? I thought he was supposed to be paraded through the city at a slow walk before arriving for his execution." "T-There was complications." One of the guards declared glancing back and forth between his captain and Christopher. In a military manner the captain did everything co
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"Don't worry, when the time comes I'm sure Alayna will perform her duty magnificently." Christopher declared turning his attention toward Alayna. "It's okay. I would much prefer you carry out your duty and live a long life." He said giving her the warm smile she loved so very much. While she could claim it was the same smile that had charmed her years ago, that would be a lie. It was definitely his shirtless rippling muscles, his eyes that was cold as the water in the Arctic on a early January morning, and the way he wielded a knife was beautiful.... While he was torturing... Let's just say she wasn't wet between the legs that day from lack of bladder control.Everyone gave Alayna a strange look as she began squirming in place. While some could assume she was wavering under the pressure of everyone's gaze and expectations, but anyone paying close enough attention to her facial expression couldn't help but feel a slightly erotic nature behind it.Christopher emit a small chuckle shakin
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For some time after Rael's death the surrounding parts of the city had been plunged into chaos after the 'stampede' had commenced. People were surging in every direction that would exit the main square screaming bloody murder as though the guards were following after them spear tips prodding them in the backs. They didn't know where they were running, but if there was an exit, and no guards near them it was good enough. There were guards all throughout the city trying their best to soothe the madness, but when you're the object of fear... That is much easier said than done. For the soldiers scattered throughout the city this was currently a complete nightmare they found grating on their last nerves. But the men on the ramparts couldn't help but find this to be severely entertaining."Bwahaha. And here they thought they were the lucky ones being next to all the festivities and booze! I bet they don't feel that way now!" One of the guards looked inward suddenly feeling proud of the fact
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There comes a moment in life where shit just compounds and compounds. Stacking more weight on top of your shoulders. When each bit feels as though every weight added makes you sink more and more. Little by little your posture begins to bend, followed soon your knees begin to buckle under the pressure until you feel as though you're sinking into a bottomless bog. Then comes that one situation or day... Like a long lost friend coming to your assistance lifting those weights off your shoulder, offering you a hand dragging you back to your feet finally setting you free. Alleviating the pain and pressure.... This was that moment for Christopher. Having to damn near constantly fight for his life since taking his first step into the darkness... Though honestly speaking for him it wasn't much of a fight.. Being beaten on since setting foot into the city, hearing every obscenity and human discriminant insult he hadn't even known existed until now. Though honestly speaking again he definitely d
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Thunk.... Thunk..."Riggy... Any day now..""Y-You d-don't rush perfection!" Mortis groaned as his nerves were being grated against by a rather pushy spirit. "E-Elise if you think you can do better, by all means t-take over!" He snapped back.Thunk! Thunk!"Well look Riggy.. I don't mean to be pushy... BUT PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING KILL US!" Elise roared flapping her arms up and down like they were wings.Fwee!As though on cue an arrow zipped between their faces, mere millimeters from giving Mortis a nose piercing he didn't wish for....."S-See not that bad.." He stood his ground glaring back at Elise who could only return his gaze with wild eyed disbelief.Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!"That's because there's a wall of shields protecting you and your wrinkled ass!"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Sure enough the members of The Black Guard had formed a wall of shields covering the pair as Mortis went to work claiming he had the means to bring down their gat
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