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The men passed wary glances among themselves. "What do you mean, my lady?" "I love my fiancee," Firoza said, smiling as she began her little pace around the room. "So obviously, I would do anything to make sure that he doesn't make a mistake. Any mistake he makes would affect me." She paused in front of a small table by the side of the room. A small flower vase was on it. "And besides, don't forget that I am royalty." She caressed the flower petals between her fingers and then turned to face him. "I am getting married to the blood king; you don't think that I would possibly be an ordinary woman, do you? I am just as powerful as my husband. Perhaps even a bit more powerful." She smiled evilly. "I can prove it to you, and now if you will." The men turned to face themselves again. "Just how exactly would you prove it to us?" One of them asked. "I only need a volunteer," Firoza replied, raising her index finger. The silence hung heavy in the room till
Svetlana and her partner wasted no time in going to Neba. Once she had told him her discovery, they quickly made their way back to their kingdom. Upon arriving at their kingdom, Svetlana felt that something was strange. Even though people seemed normal and were going about their daily activities, the slight actions Svetlana spotted that weren't there went she left let her know that something big was going on. Security was tighter at the front gates. That should have been expected after the little war in their kingdom. Svetlana and her father still hadn't told the king and his son Wazir how they were able to know the weakness of the Allikans. It was unavoidable that she would have to say to them her real identity with the news she had. The guards at the gate were not the normal ones she was used to seeing. There were built like the ones trained for war, and they carried the finesse of a warrior. They were stricter in their dealings, pushing and locking away people the
Svetlana and her father headed towards the king's study. They weren't surprised to see the king and his son, Wazir, waiting for them along with her partner. Svetlana gave one worried look to her father before facing her audience. "Svetlana." The king started, his face not betraying any emotion. "Your partner here says you have something for us." Svetlana nodded. "I have vital information, my king." "Please, go ahead and tell us." "Yes my Lord." She said, bowing slightly. "When I scoured through the halls of the palace, I did well to keep my ears to the ground. I noticed some changes that weren't there the first time I had gone to the castle when I went to get information for you." Understanding what she meant, the king nodded his head, signaling her to continue. "The first time I went there, the people all treated their king with awe, reverence and happiness. Now, there is a sense of restlessness and fear in the castle. The people fear most especially, th
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,