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Laughter, lovely bright colors, pale skin, smiles. A woman's hand. Her caress. Her body. Her gown was carried softly by the wind. Her feet were beautiful against the soft green grass. Her eyes were pale grey yet twinkling with mischief. Her laughter. "Come, your majesty." Her soft voice called out, her pale hand reaching towards him. He took it, held unto it. He noticed how smooth and soft her skin was against his roughened one. He saw the daintiness it carried in its slender fingers. He felt the joy at that simple act of taking her hand. His heartbeat was faster than average, his blood rushing to his brain. He loved her. "My king, please hurry up!" the voice said again, now carrying a sense of amusement with it. He followed her. Felt his feet against soft grass. He was dragged by her little hand, and he wondered how such a small hand could pull one as big as he was. They paused their walk, but he didn't notice their environment, only the grey eyes that were
The door opened in front of Wazir, revealing eyes that were huge, innocent, suspicious, and, more importantly, scared. "May I help you?" The maid asked, still keeping to the door, not opening it any wider. Wazir flashed a smile at her, hoping to make her comfortable. "You might not have noticed me before," he said, trying for a fake blush. "But I work here." The maid's eyes widened, understanding flashing through her eyes. "You are right. I have never seen you before." "I hardly make myself seen." They stood there for a while, an uncomfortable silence covering them both. "See, I have something to tell you." He said, his face serious. He looked around, ensuring no one was there to eavesdrop on them. "Something important." "Why me?" the maid asked, her face scrunched in confusion. "Because I overheard your discussion." Wazir replied, bringing his voice to a whisper. Looking around one final time, he leaned closer to her. "I have the drea
His powers had increased again. He felt it, in the way his blood tore through his veins, the way it bruised his flesh inside out. He knew it was about time it increased. He had spent the last several weeks hunting after people who were trying to make it hard for the royal family. Ever since the power of the blood king erupted inside him, he had been doing double the work. His father hadn’t been sure that the power would awaken him. So along with his cousins, he trained for the day he would gain the power. But apart from that, he had been carrying out several pieces of training of his own. No one knew, no one, except for his two most trusted guards. They were the same age as him and were so close like brothers. They were against his training procedures because it took place in the dark forest surrounding the castle. They were afraid for him, but as they were very close, they supported him but also forced him to accept that they would be coming along. Together, they all fought the str
Wazir ran towards the servant who had collapsed on the ground, screaming. She had her hands covering both her ears, as the flood of information was too much for her. Around them and Wazir was sure the whole castle too, screams of pain were heard. The queen's death had caused a chain reaction, causing everyone to remember everything simultaneously. "Hurry!" Wazir said, lifting the servant into his back as he addressed his partners. "We have to get out of here before the queen's brother finds us!" Svetlana and the short spy nodded their head and started to scout a path for Wazir and themselves as they ran along the castle's hallways, Wazir still holding unto the screaming maid who was nudging her body about, making their escape quite tricky. Once they reached the lower level of the palace where they first found her, she had gone limp. They ran to her room, and Wazir didn't waste time to open it. They entered and saw the maid's friends also collapse. "Take them." Wa
A cloud of smoke covered the castle. There was confusion and murmuring as people were trying to balance their emotions between curiosity and fear. As the smoke died down, a shocked gasp passed through the hall. Elena couldn’t believe her eyes. A dark beast with uniquely conjoined horns stood in the middle of the castle hall, one of its horns protruding from the other side of a man’s neck. That man was the one who had snapped Aaron’s neck, Aaron, who was strangely alive and looking at the beast with awe and fear. The beast had great hide as dark as night. Its eyes were shrewd and focused on the other men in the room, who had supported the one now hanging from its horns. Elena strangely recognized that look. She looked behind her and saw that Forest’s face had turned pale and immediately understood. The beast was Elion. Elion was a magical being. Looking at Forest, she also came to the same conclusion. Forest was a magical being. Now that she thought of it,
The king of Pres looked down at the dead body of the queen. He felt nothing. No hatred, no anger, nothing. All the things he remembered had wiped out any iota of emotion from him. This woman, she had made him an emotionless being. He had learned his lesson, and he realized it the hard way. Her face was pale, and her eyes wide in shock even in death. She had a long bloody wound marring her neck, and her blood surrounded her where she lay. A guard lay by the side and, not surprisingly, understood everything. Their so-called queen was an evil witch. She had used her power on their king and the whole kingdom. Whoever had killed her needed to be commended. The king did not incline what was going on in his guard's head, but even if he did, he wouldn't care. Nothing was worth it. "Throw her away." The king ordered the guard. The guard bowed his head and did as what told. He left the scene and started to head out when a small servant stood before him, holding a l
After making sure that his parents were well attended to, Calhoun headed off into the lower level of his Castle, where Elena's room was. He still couldn't believe that her friend was a Balaksa, a being known for its supreme power. His father hadn't told him much more than what other people knew of them, that they were bloody, fearless creatures their first ancestor spoilt enormously. They were almost also accorded the same respect given to their ancestors themselves. He was sure to ask his father more about them when he woke up. No doubt that he would have more to say. As he walked the halls down to his lover's room, he couldn't stop the bout of excitement that sprung in him of the powerful ally he now had. All thanks to his lover. He had a lot of work to do. So many of the ministers by his side had been killed. Even if Elion was able to bring people from the dead, he wasn't sure she could do that much number. He didn't want to risk it. He was buried within his thoughts of i
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