Third POVThis aged woman who had stared at Starr and disappeared into thin air at the very moment he was distracted had found her way back to her home.Hers was an old hut, whose structure was made of wooden sticks visible enough to even view the interiors. She struggled with her feeble bones and knees, walking her way into the hut.She sat on the molded chair, and she let out a slight grunt as she bounced her bottom against the chair. She leaned against the wall and heaved a heavy sigh, grinning slightly at the slight aches she felt round her entire body."Why isn't she back?" A lady walked into the hut and began rapping out words, standing and moving round the room unsteady without letting the older one speak."Sera.." the old woman tried to say, sighing at the younger woman. "You told me you would return with her." She kept saying"Sera.." the older one struggled to utter a word "You gave me your word. You promised you would return with her and her fruit" Sera kept speaking, rat
Third POVThere she was, standing, few metres before the door with her head tilted downwards. She inhaled deeply as she closed her eyes and rubbed her hands together, swallowing hard as though it was her fears she tried drowning inside of her. The thoughts of what the night held for her never departed her mind as she tried imagining the things which would go on as long as she was the main participant of the event for the night.She could overhear the echoes of the screams, the laughter and the chants of the faithfuls who had shown up to grace the event. The vibrations of the sound caused by their constant stomping of feet against the ground passed through her, causing within her this slight shriek that departed in less than a second. She peeped through the slight opening which the door had created, and her eyes trailed from the first sight of the happy bearded man laughing his entire soul out towards the man she was betrothed to at the far end of the room, just seated with his head
Arianna's POVIt was as though it was just the both of us in the same room, hearing ourselves speaking and assuring love to each other without having to consider who watched or who was paying close attention. I could only picture myself standing before him, and picture myself smiling as broad as the sky while he told me of how my presence in his life had transformed him.I remember just being an ordinary slave traded girl who was sold to make sure that the debt my parents were meant to pay would lessen just in the time of my stay with the man whom I was traded to, but things took a drastic turn for all of us as I became the center of attraction of all find of emotions: love, lust, hate, envy and the rest whose names never existed.I stood before the presence of many witnesses, sowing my heart and my everything into this relationship, assuring myself that it would bloom and make its output a sweetness and a source of joy to the people who looked at us.Whenever I looked down towards t
Third POVThe coronation was done, as successful as she had imagined how it should have been. The only difference between what she had imagined and what she had experienced was just the way she had had the experience with him in the secret room, far from what others couldn't see.She awoke from her bed and turned towards her right, and her eyes captured the man she had made vows to staring at her, smiling with his hands placed under his head to support his body positioning on the bed while he kept on with his smiley face."My Luna..!" he teased with a broader smile, chuckling as soon as Arianna's face brightened up with the a deeper blush which he didn't expect."Oh stop it!" she rubbed her hands against his chest, pushing him slightly as she could hear the resounding words of her title being called Perhaps, she had considered it to be too sweet for her ears to hear, especially when it came from her mate. But she saw it as more of a honour of a random person she walked past by the ro
Third POVWhat he watched pierced his heart just so hard to the extent that his heavy breathing was an evidence of what he felt within him. He stood by the side, watching every single movement of Augustra and his mate, monitoring them both even the slightest smile that was projected at each other.He was silent, yet within his heart had the most of conversation which his mouth could never utter. It was as though he fought with his friend within him, and the outcome seemed as dark as his countenance.The smile on Augustra's face broadened even more as he kept speaking with the lady, but as his face turned towards Starr's direction and both their eyes locked, his smile began to fade, and the dark countenance on Starr's face had scared him to some extent."Hey man, why such a fierce face?" Augustra asked as he finally broke the grip on Arianna's hand and then walking towards Starr.It was at that moment Starr's countenance became less darker, and it felt as though there was a heavy burde
Giovanni's POVOh how sweet was the feeling that stirred up inside of me. The feeling of having to intelligently perceive the scent of victory and have quite the upper hand against a man who was at least, more powerful than I.I stood at the balcony of the second floor, standing with my hands placed on the rails and having my eyes stare at the large landscape which was before me. Nature was beautiful, and the thoughts of having to make Arianna see the places which intrigued me had already stirred inside of me.She could have been too stubborn to follow the path of freedom and sweetness, and this attitude of hers had caused me to change the way I thought about her, but to some extent, I still felt something inside for her, that feeling that made me change my thoughts of killing her after every few minutes.My right hand was occupied with a tall glass of wine, the red one to be precise, and during the intervals of my thoughts and meditation, it quenched my thirst and gave me more freedo
Third POVHe was patient, Augustra was really patient. He sat with his right leg placed on his left leg, and his hands occupied with the drink he craved for deeply. He sat at a far end, yet was able to still sight the people he came to meet.They trained, and he watched keenly on every move that was made by both participants. He was more than impressed. The lady whom he had come to meet was really improving with her skills, but within him, he still found some minute error which he claimed he could correct.Soon Starr was done, and he walked down towards him with heavy breath and sweat rolling down his face. He sat on the soft couch and rested his neck on the backrest of the chair, looking towards the sky as he kept heaving off heavy sighs."Thank you..!" Starr said to the maid who had brought a neatly folded white towel towards him, taking it from her hands and began wiping off the sweat from his face."Look Starr.. I could tell you weren't so comfortable with what I did earlier today
Third POV."How did you know?" Starr asked as he cracked his fingers. His face was clenched, looking straight wards at the man as though he was about to snuff out the last breath from his lungs."The day you came with her, that day when she was almost dying." Augustra said.He could remember that day vividly. He was at his residence, just seated, thinking deeply about his own affairs, and as usual, using a drink to quench down his thirst, not until he was interrupted by one of his guards.He was told of a visitor who was in dear need of having his attention. He had asked of a description of who it was, who had come to see him, but there was none the other could tell that would fit into what Augustra really wanted.He rose from his seat, walking forward while the guard moved at fewer paces behind him. He walked with his morale set before him, his confidence showing off. He couldn't tell who had come to see him, but if he was willing to follow just what the guard had told him, he consid