Cyrus' POV I went myself to investigate the cell Audrey had disappeared from. There was no sign of a forced entry or struggle and I checked for anything to indicate she had tried calling for help but there was nothing. “Did it occur to you perhaps that she might have escaped?” I quizzed Adrianna who seemed startled that I would even consider that a possibility. “Escaped? That doesn't make any sense. She wouldn't…” “There is nothing here to suggest that she was forced out of here,” I gave my reason. “She might have been asleep…” “She is a werewolf from a direct descendant; her superpower is her ability to hear even the littlest sounds in her sleep, if someone tried to kidnap her she would have known,” was the conclusion I could infer from the situation. “There are other possibilities if it was done by one with a shadow skill…” “There is no shadow in the palace,” I said abruptly and looked into her eyes as I did so trying to check if she knew more than she should. “Maybe…” “Ad
McNeil’s head rolled to the ground before I saw the edge of Cyrus' sword. Everyone gasped in shock and I saw Adrianna running towards the entrance of the garden where the full moon celebrations were ongoing. What was she running from? Had she been the one to instigate rumours about Cyrus' supposed impotence? “Any other person with a reason to think I might be impotent?” Cyrus' voice thundered dangerously. I could see the veins stand out on his neck and knew instantly that he was not only angry but enraged, Adrianna was right to run. Cyrus could not be reasoned with in this state. Nobody answered. Nobody wanted to end up like McNeil who had not had a chance to even defend what he had said. “It seems as though this gossip has been spreading amongst you for a while. Tell me, who started it?” Cyrus' voice was deceptively calm. “The slaves that are passing the…” A woman by the name Philemona stepped out to speak but Cyrus did not let her finish. “The slaves? How easy it is for you t
I skimmed through the rest of the letter with a smile on my face. I could rest easy now, everything was going to be alright. *+*+*+*+Salmon's POV I had been beaten until my vision blurred, then darkened, and then I was dunked into a pool of water and thus forcefully roused, and the whole process repeated. This was the seventh time and I had at this point emptied my guts. I was sick and I wanted to puke but there was nothing left in me. “Why are you doing this?” I was beyond exhausted. “You're a werewolf, we'll stop on the tenth time, this is fun you know, really it is if you're the one watching but you've given up that right or you could be…” “What do you want to know? Please just stop this,” I pleaded. “Oh, this is not because I want something; I'm just having fun,” Larog was grinning as he said this, and up until now I had never known anyone could be so sick. If Larog planned to take over Ghysem not only was Ghysem in trouble but the whole world was. I needed to warn Cyrus
Theo's POV “What I cannot understand is if you are in the know in all this or not,” Cyrus had his head cocked to his side. His face bore a serious expression as he studied Adrianna's face from across him. She had arrived at the palace in the morning like she had promised and I was pleased to see that she was much more composed than last night. Her calmness bothered me a little too. I had thought that given her sister's disappearance, she would show some signs of distress. “I do not believe my sister would do any of the things that you have said she did,” came Adrianna's response. “I did not believe my brothers would plan to kill me either,” replied Cyrus. “My sister… I know her, she's not like that,” said Adrianna. “So who leaked what happened in your bedroom? And why do they have half the story? I can, I just did not want to and we both agreed that for Agatha's sake, we shouldn't. You were her best friend,” this was one reason Cyrus had shown Adrianna this much grace. He believ
Cyrus' POV “Your Majesty, I have confirmed that some of the funds never left Ghysem,” Altid was saying. I was beginning to get tired of the case of the governor. What had started out as a simple embezzlement case was turning into something bigger and more complex. Everything about the case bothered me. Altid was a councilman who worked for the palace. Like Larog he helped gather evidence of crimes and helped influence decisions I made concerning governance. “Why is that?” I questioned. “I have good reason to believe that the funds are in Lord Salmon's home,” he said. “Good reason? A search has been conducted to disprove that already,” nothing had been found in Cyrus' home that pointed to having more money than he should. In fact, I had been surprised to see that his mansion was quite conservative and toned down for a noble lord. I believed that was why I had given the man the benefit of the doubt. Unlike most noble lords, Salmon was not extravagant nor did he care for flamboyant
“Our best course of action for now is not to alert them; they shouldn't know we know what they know,” said Theo. He was right of course, it would be foolish to reveal our hand just yet. “What do you think they're trying to steal from the palace?” I asked. I did not think they were trying to end my life in my sleep. I felt that they wanted something much more than that. “Perhaps it's Agnes; your care for her has become a cause of concern amongst your subjects…” “Theo…” “Let me finish, Cyrus, please. You care for her greatly. If she is kidnapped your reaction might help your enemy usurp the throne quicker as your people will not support you. Already there are talks of dissensions amongst your warriors; they question if it is worth risking their lives for you in a war if you are going to choose a human over them,” what Theo had just said made perfect sense. Whatever strategy I employed to take care of this I had to ensure that I had the trust of my people but I could not afford to lo
I arrived at Belfast with Theo and some councilmen who were responsible for searching the house. After hours of searching and coming up with nothing, Altid stood outside the house, his hands on his hip and a look of genuine confusion on his face. It was hard to tell if he was faking or if indeed he was frustrated with the futile search. “It seems like there is nothing here,” I said, watching him to see his reaction. “My tip mentioned a vault,” he said, he looked to be deep in thought. “Your men have searched six vaults and found nothing. Whatever gold has been found so far does not belong to Ghysem but is the man's personal property,” I said. I had stopped them from taking the gold they had found in the house because when it had been valued it had been the exact amount Salmon had listed it as in his record of wealth. “Your Majesty, I believe the gold here is…” “It is not. These bars belong to a very old time; much older than your parents, Altid. It is gold that has been passed fo
We were thirty minutes into our trip and all was quiet in the carriage. I wondered what Simeon's strategy would be in stealing the plans from me. “Your Majesty, you have had nothing to eat, please let me buy you some food. There is an inn nearby,” Simeon broke the silence in the carriage. I wondered if this was his plan; to drug me and then steal from me. “We should stop at the inn and perhaps spend the night. It has been an exhausting day for all of us,” replied Theo. “But… I don't know Theo. We have… we need to get to the palace tonight,” I expressed dissatisfaction about this plan. “Your Majesty, I will guard it… you all night. You have nothing to worry about,” Theo said. “I can stand guard too… I…” “No one would be guarding anything or anyone. We are not making a stop until we reach the palace. We continued in silence and then a few minutes later, Simeon's stomach let out a loud growl indicating he was hungry. He gave an embarrassed smile and said, “I have had nothing to ea