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Two days had passed since the attack in the blood castle. Calhoun had been swarmed with obligations to fulfill. He had barely had time for himself, from planning the procession that would be used to mourn the death of those who died in the attack to devising a way to prepare for war while training his men. He currently sat in his study, going through reports of some temporarily appointed ministers. He was going to have to employ new people for that position. He sighed, gently placed the information he was reading on his table, and dragged his hands through his face. "Sire? Is anything wrong?" one of the temporary ministers asked. He was the only one in the study with Calhoun. "Everything is fine. You may leave. I need some private time." The minister bowed and quietly left the room. Dragging his hands across his face again, Calhoun stood up and went to his room which shared an adjoining door with his office. He walked into it, closed the door behind him then walk
Calhoun went back to the practice field he had found Elena in the previous night. It was about the same time he saw her there, and she was practicing. He watched her for a bit as she moved fluidly, and his heart began to burst with pride. Then he remembered why he had come there, breaking it into pieces. He took a deep breath and walked over to where she stood, so silently his footsteps couldn't be heard. "Elena," he called softly from behind her. She paused her movement and slowly turned to look at him. "Calhoun?" She questioned, cocking her head. Why are you here?" Calhoun studied her face for a while, feeling his heartbreak. Then he slowly dragged her towards a bench in the field. "Please sit." He said, gently nudging her down. She looked at him, confused as she sat. "What's this about?" Calhoun sat next to her, taking both her hands in his. He stared at her intensely, and she held on to his gaze. He could see the confusion and curiosity that swam
The Allikan warriors were confused at the screaming that suffocated the air in the kingdom they surrounded. They even became more confused at the abrupt quiet that followed it. The quiet lasted for hours. Not a sight could be seen on the roads of the city. Their general was in meditation and could not be disturbed. "What is going on?" a warrior placed outside the castle walls asked. The guards who were supposed to have assisted them haven't resumed with them for a long time. "Let's go and check it out." "I'll stay here. You go." The other said. Nodding, he picked up his staff and left. He entered the castle grounds and roamed the castle halls. The sun had begun to set, preparing for the night. The day was strange. He didn't like the lisp of fear that caressed his skin as he strolled down the halls. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. He arrived at the servants' quarters, and there was not a soul in sight. It was unusually empty and silent for a place that was us
The Blood Kingdom. The king's castle… Elena made her way to Calhoun's study. She gently knocked on his door when she arrived, waiting for his command to come in. Once that happened, she gently opened the door, entering inside. She was greeted by the sight of Calhoun pacing. He was dressed formally in what seemed to be a traditional suit, and the get-up made him more handsome. He turned to look at her, then paused once he focused on her form. Blushing, she removed her eyes from his. "We have to get going. Your parents are probably waiting for us." He remained silent, then began strolling towards her. "You are beautiful." He said once he stood next to her. He placed his hands on her chin, dragging them up to see his face. She looked at him a bit embarrassed, but his total concentration was on how the beautiful girl was about to be his. Mine was what he thought. He slowly brought his head down to hers, then gently brushed his lips against hers. He re
The next day arrived. Elena had been up through the day preparing for the dinner she would serve to Calhoun's family. Forest had been by her side, worried and panicking just as she silently had been, while Elion watched them and lent a helping hand with an amused expression. Calhoun had come over to see what she was doing about twice that day, but she refused to allow him into the kitchen. Seeing him wouldn't help her nerves. News had already spread amongst the servants that Elena was the King's Bride. All the people's attitudes towards her changed since that day. Her who was not seen, barely visible, was suddenly treated with respect. When she told the High Keeper that she wished to work in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the king's family, she had beamed, setting up everything she would need immediately before Elena could say anything. The spices in the blood kingdom were different from those she was used to in Neba and Pres. As the blood kingdom was icy, most pe
Elena felt her heart banging hard against her chest through the walk up to the sacred room. She was with Calhoun. He held her hand gently but firmly in his and caressed it to calm her nerves. "It's okay. We would be done in no time." "I know," she said, breathing nervously. "This is just a very huge step for me." "You'll be alright." He replied, holding her hands firmly. "Where is this room?" Elena asked, trying to cover her nervousness with curiosity. "We have been going up for a long time." They had passed Calhoun's and his parents' floors and had even passed floors she hadn't been aware of. Calhoun looked at her drily. "We have barely been on the stairs for ten minutes. Are you sure it's not your nervousness that is talking?" "I'm just curious." She answered. "I have never heard of this room since I started working here." "That's because it's a sacred room. Even if you know of it, you are not to talk about it." He said. "And thinking of your workin
“Honey, what do you think about this?” Navina came over to his seat, gently caressing his shoulders. The king of Pres looked over at his wife and smiled. “I think you look lovely.” He said. Navina chuckled lightly. Her voice was like chiming glass. “No honey. I’m talking about the plan I just told you. You have defeated your enemies, yet you still argue with some people who are against your rule. I can take care of that for you.” “Whatever you say, honey.” The king replied. Navina smiled. The king loved her now. She knew it with every fibre of her being. Even if she had to take control of his mind, he loved her now. She praised herself for a job well-done as she slowly left the room she shared with her husband. She had made the right choice. The so-called woman he married was the one clouding his brain. She is the best for him. She knew it the first time she saw him. He was not like the other men in her town. She was never bent on getting marrie
Elena and her husband, Calhoun, entered the room created for them. It was still Calhoun's space, but it had been made to accommodate them. They had moved her things while she was getting married into Calhoun's room. She didn't have much to bring anyway, but she knew that would change once everything was over and had returned to normal. Calhoun's room was arranged the same way it had been the last time she was in it. Apart from her possessions which didn't occupy any considerable portion of the room, it was still manly and darkish in color. If she meant to occupy the space, many things would have to change. She didn't know what she was expecting when she walked inside. Though she had been hiding a lot in the Kingdom of Pres and never had an opportunity to attend a wedding, she read many books about marriages. They all explained that the room meant for the bride and the groom was arranged during the wedding night for easy copulation. She blushed just thinking about it. She gue