A group of people is gathering in the middle of the dark forest. They are wearing white and black cloaks, indicating the hierarchy between them. But there was someone wearing a very distinct color of red— her head was covered, and only half of her face was visible. All the people bowed when she walked to the altar that they seemed to build to offer their worship to someone. “In the next full moon, we will be stepping onto the next part of our plan— the occurrence of a medicine to the curse that we put on the Alpha’s daughter was an unprecedented event that slightly hindered our agenda, but all were sorted out after my child intervened… we cannot have the same mistake again,” “Pardon me, my lord, but why did we get rid of the weakest child of the Alpha? Would it not be better if we got rid of that child?” the man in a black-colored cloak asked. The people around him agreed as they recalled how that child almost ruined everything on that day. The woman in the red cloak threw a dart
“Do you swear in the Moon Goddess’s name, Selene, that you will tell the truth and nothing but the truth?” “I do,” Ignes motioned her right hand to raise and swear in the name of the werewolves’ god. She then listened to the next judge that would oversee the matter. His eyes are looking at her with ridicule as if he had already judged her without even hearing what really happened in the case. The human judge has his expression disoriented as he rolls his eyes before reading a long passage and then ends it with the same one as the werewolves. “Do you promise in the name of law and justice that you will tell the truth and nothing but the truth?” “I do,” Ignes replied. The judge did not even look at her while reading all of those words. He could not even share compassion for his own kind… Well, in humans’ dictionary, a commoner like Ignes has no position in the train of thoughts of those of noble blood. It would be a miracle if they even win this kind of trial since most lawyers do n
“I kept dreaming about her. She was mad at me in those dreams. She blames me for her death. She hates me,” Charlene told Adhler. Kieffer had already left for another appointment earlier. Daimon went back to the palace so he could deliver the documents back to where they belonged. Now, only Adhler and Charlene are left in the private room with which only royals have authority. Charlene was allowed inside because Adhler specifically mentioned that she would be pardoned of whatever comes may. Adhler held her hands, kissing the back of them as he caressed them with his cheeks. Adhler’s ash-colored eyes looked into her eyes. They were not looking at him. They were staring into the darkness, living in that nightmare. He held her chin and then traced her jaw until he was holding her cheeks facing him. Charlene looked at his eyes, teary and tired. She closed her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat. Adhler pulled her to his face. Their noses touched as he slowly owned her lips. Charl
Court trials are something that most people resort to as their last option. It was a long and tiring process that may or may not come to fruition. It will milk the money of the people fighting for their justice until nothing is going in the right way anymore. That is why most people were not fans of trials until the nations and kingdoms started following the human race’s way of bestowing judgment to avoid too much brutality on their end. Though there are only a few races that follow this method, it is still a method that humans want to be used with their own. “Why do we need to do this, Father? We could have had her in the dungeon and tortured her until she spoke of the truth behind the reason why she did that to Ashina!” Adolphus shouted as he burst into the room where his father resided. There are few people under his father’s rule that were with the Alpha when he came. He was not bothered, though. Adolphus’s eyes were set on his father as he questioned his judgments. And that co
“It is what it is. Now, talk to me. It’s time,” Weiss held Charlene on both her shoulders. “Talk to me about the annulment of that fucking engagement.” Charlene could not focus her eyes or her attention on Weiss, who was still waiting for her to respond. Kieffer pulled her from his grip and hid her behind him. “You should talk to her some other time,” he said. Weiss furrowed his brows, “And who do you think you are to butt in?” He glanced at Charlene and noticed the note in her hand. “So you really received it but never responded. You were the one who started this, Charlene… you are also the one who ended it, so stop acting like you are a victim of some sort. Let me have my freedom back and leave Ignes alone,” he said before leaving the room. Luckily, they chose a quiet place to do their project, so no one was around when the confrontation happened. Kieffer helped Charlene sit, “Hey, are you okay?” She did not reply. He clicked his tongue and took his whistle, then blew it. He to
“Are you sure you want to have this information out now? They are not particularly lying low even though they lost the trial. And would this even matter? I heard they are not even talking to their youngest after the trial failed,” the man in the black cloak said. The leader, the one in the red cloak, smirked as she kissed the man in a ram mask, “What do you think? Should I postpone this matter?” she asked as she kissed him. The man in a ram mask did not respond right away. He pulled the woman as he traced her jaw with his kisses down to her neck. “So the answer is yes, huh? You silly,” the woman interpreted on her own as she nodded her head to the man who was standing there, watching them do their thing while awaiting orders from the leader of their group. This is a common scenario whenever the man in the ram mask is around. Their leader would always talk to them while doing things with him, entertaining herself without being sloppy with their goals and intentions. The man in th
Charlene was utterly confused with what she had learned. Her knees feel weak as she walks back to her room. ‘That explains the weird stares. The whispering. And that answers why my family is not contacting me. Are they abandoning me now? They are not my family? Is that why I am so different? Why my eyes were black and not purple? Is that the reason why they… then why did they treat me like their own? As if there was nothing wrong? They lied. Did they pity me?’ ‘Because I am an orphan? And a defect?’ Charlene, drowning in thoughts, went back to her room whilst ignoring the people looking around. She did not even notice that Kieffer was knocking by her window when the dark came. “Charlene!” Kieffer forced her to look at him when he noticed her staring blankly at the wall for hours. “What is it? What happened? What is wrong with you?” Kieffer asked though he already knew the answers. He had it investigated this morning after hearing gossip from his peers. He sent Adhler a message reg
Adhler stared at the portrait painting of their family when he was just three. It was the very first painting that their family commissioned for the famous artist from the Elves. That artist died the following week as if he just did his purpose of painting the family’s portrait. “You’re here. I figured you’d be here by now,” Dia entered the room. He’s holding a bottle of wine and some grapefruit. He sat on the couch near the veranda and stared at the quiet kingdom. “Since when did we grow up?” he chuckled. “I can’t believe I am a king now. I thought… I had always thought it would be you,” Dia glanced at Adhler, who remained motionless. His expression is grim as he averts his gaze to his brother. “You know how much I never wanted that,” he said, looking back at the painting again. He stares at this painting whenever he thinks deeply about something. The picture of his mother calms Adhler, and this is the only one that has remained for them. Everything that their mother possessed