The king thought that his body was immune to fire after he drank Anna's blood, but look at his horrible condition now. His body reeked of burnt flesh, completely blistered except for his head which was not burnt. He was still alive, but he wished he was dead because of the excruciating pain he was feel. His three daughters who were also burned, Princess Rosei, Princess Giselle, and Princess Mia were injured as badly as he was and were also in great suffering. Erwin ordered that his sisters be given belladonna leaves, the famous painkiller to make them feel better, while the father was left alone, in pain."You'd better kill me. What's left of me?" said princess Mia.Erwin had no intention of killing his sisters after all."My prince, she's right. We can't do anything. Your sisters will be dead in a week at most. Their burns are too severe, and the fire even hit their hearts. Do you want to leave them in pain for a week before they die?" asked the physician.Erwin sighed and thought ab
Erwin let Anna rest even until the next afternoon. That afternoon, he was busy with some things he had to accomplish, such as attending the funerals of his sisters. Also preparing for his coronation which would take place a week later.Jean Gardier and his cavalry had arrived in the capital and they were resting in the military headquarters.That very day, Erwin did another thing, something that no other kings had ever done : freeing his harem girls from slavery. rwin also freed his father's concubines. And also sent them to the old palace to be married off.And before his concubines that he never touched, Erwin first "visited" Lady Tiana. She was still in her chamber, accompanied by several servants. As Erwin arrived, Lady Tiana remained seated quietly in one of her round table chairs, the same one Sir Esther had sat in before he died.She asked all her servants to leaving her alone with Erwin."Welcome, my prince.""I know what you did to Anna, from the poison to the tiara in firepl
On the same time of the harem girls' liberation ceremony, Jean Gardier returned to his hometown in the west, in a province called Lenereal. His father was the governor of the province. Lord Gardier, Jean’s father, was a very old man, but Jean, who was his eleventh child, was never be his heir. From the beginning of his life, Jean knew that he would not own Lanereal even if his father died. That is why he served Erwin. Jean felt he had a place in Erwin's military."Whatever this letter says, I hope the commander doesn't decide for me to stay at Lanereal." Jean said looking at the decree from Erwin that he was about to give to his father.He entered the castle’s gate, his childhood home where he lived until he was 17 years old. His talent as a swordsman was excellent. And he could also be a smart commander like Erwin. That was why he felt uncomfortable in his own castle. The royal military was his true home.His hunched-over father greeted him in the front yard, along with his siblings
This event took place many years before Anna's arrival at the mistere palace, before Erwin understood the true meaning of love.Princess Donatella was 12 years old when she married a 27-year-old lord named Deiter, but of course the lord had to wait until the princess was 18 to make love to her.And like the rest of the Harlow family, the 12-year-old princess was also cursed. Her curse was similar to Erwin's: an overwhelming desire to kill and an obsession with blood. Her lord husband even fears her obsession with murder and torture, fearing that she will kill him too.However, all fear disappeared when he saw the princess for the first time.The princess was just an innocent little girl, with her hair more blonde than the other Harlows, and her big round eyes made her look like a doll."There's no way this little girl can kill." thought Deiter."Are you afraid of me, husband?" said the princess in her typical childlike voice.Lord Deiter shook his head."I too will grow up to be a mad
At that time, Lord Deiter and the princess were buying food at the public market. Although they could have asked the servants to buy whatever they wanted to eat, Deiter and the princess were tired from their bed (due to their love-making addiction) and wanted to get some fresh air.That's when the havoc began, there was a girl who seduced Lord Deiter. The public market they were visiting was right near a famous brothel. And the whores were so excited to see a handsome young man buying vegetables near them. Of course Lord Deiter dressed like a commoner and Princess Donatella hid her blonde hair, they wanted to walk around without being disturbed by anyone, and to fool any assassins who might be sent to kill them."Wow, there's a handsome man passing by. Are you sure you don't want to visit my chamber? I can give you a big discount or even free-fee if you want. A handsome man like you doesn't have to pay to fuck all the whores." said a girl who coquettishly stroked Lord Deiter's arm.Lo
"Chaos is so beautiful." thought Donatella the fire princess, or so she called herself back then. Everything around her was on fire, including her clothes, but her body was intact and felt no heat."Besides love, what's more entertaining is chaos and murder."And Donatella's mind was divided into two, love or chaos.She explores herself further, killing more people. Even after she learnt that it was not her husband who was in the brothel that day, but her brother-in-law, she still did not feel guilty about the murder.Eventually, Erwin, who served as the commander of the city's security forces, suspected that his sister had committed the series of murders. Then love again showed its sacrifice, Lord Deiter suddenly confessed that he was the one who ordered Donatella to kill. In trial with Erwin as the main judge, Lord Deiter makes false testimony."You didn't do this to protect her, did you?" Erwin asked."No, my prince, my wife is innocent. I am.""You are a good man Lord Deiter. You
"Welcome back, my other half." the white-and-black woman said to her.She found herself at the gate of a magnificent palace. A very weird, but beautiful kind of place. The walls were all white, no other colours painted on the palace’s wall. Just white. And around her, there were many large trees with white trunks and pink leaves. The coolness and beautiful atmosphere was mesmerising. It was as if she was in another world."Where am i? Who are you?" she asked the white-and-black woman.She looked around, there was no one but the them. Even, there were no other living beings. It looks like this kingdom was empty and uninhabited."Come with me. I'll show you everything."Even the white-and-black woman looked very unique. She was extraordinarily beautiful, indeed. She was wearing a luxurious white dress. Her hair, skin, crown, and even jewellery were all white. The only black on her were her eyebrows, pupils, eyelashes, and lips."Wait a minute, who am I, my self?" she thought.She had am
"Who exactly is this Erwin? You haven't told me yet." Anna asked."Later."They heading towards the next painting. In the fourth painting, there is the white-and-black woman stood gracefully, and the Kingsley bowed down to her."It's you..." Anna said."It is. You know, child. Strength is enough to bring all enemies to their knees, but it is not enough to quell the vengeance in their hearts. These lords have seen their sons and fathers slaughtered and tortured. And their wives have borne illegitimate children from their enemy. That kind of grudge cannot be paralysed by the fear of a sword swung, and will be passed on to the next bloodline.""The cycle of hatred.""You are clever. You know, if the grudge is unbearable, they will unleash it, creating another war for the sake of revenge. But revenge is a form of seeking justice too. The wise Kingsley knows this.""What has all this to do with you?""My name is Eirene, I am the goddess of tranquillity and peace. The Kingsley worship me co
Through her tears, a radiant smile blooms on her pretty face."Oh my dearest master. My little heart could endure all the pain and sorrow I've been through. But, it couldn't endure the joy that comes from your truth. I am dying because of the joy."Her hand reaches out. Her fingers trembling slightly as it seeks his touch. Her fingers reach up to brush away a tear from his cheek."And forgive me, my lady... How i regret for hiding the truth from you. If only... If only I were bold enough to confess our love in front of my family. To leave my highborn life behind, to elope with you. None of this would happen. And i regret that from the bottom of my heart. Forgive me, my lady.Jean gazes at her, vision foggy from tears welling up. Her soul belongs to her, but her body has changed. Her face is still the same, yet in this life she is far more pretty. Her eyes changed from brown to purple. She is not his, not in this life. Another love, another life, and another purpose await her.She look
"You... Do you wish me to leave, master? Even before knowing what I want to tell you?"For Jean, the longer he looks at her, the less sure he is to keep her for Erwin. She had to leave soon before he changed his mind. Her beautiful, purple eyes might tempt him to kiss her."Leave me alone. Never show your face to me again. Never. Never." He said with a firm voice, almost like the tone he used when he gave a war speech.Anna's heart wrenched as she felt the "seriousness" in her master's voice. It's valid; he doesn't want to see her again. A choked sob escaped her lips, followed by a torrent of tears that streamed down her face. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as her tears welled up and spilled over. She fell on her knees, feeling déjà vu when her master sent her to the Kingsley Palace centuries ago."I will leave. But, take this with you. Press this crystal right against your heart. And you will see everything about us," she said as she put the crystal right in his doorway. "I wis
For centuries, Jean wandered the earth, his once clear purpose becoming a distant echo in his immortal existence. He walked through countless epochs, observed civilizations rise and fall, and saw the face of the world change in ways he could never have imagined. As the years turned into decades, and decades into centuries, the world around him became a blur. The faces, the names, the places - they all began to merge into one, an indistinguishable haze of experiences. The figure of Anna, the woman he had once loved so deeply, started to fade from his memory, her image distorted by the countless faces he had encountered. His mind, once sharp and focused, was now clouded with confusion. Memories of his past life seemed like fragments of a dream, disjointed and elusive. The love he had for Anna, the promise he had made to Thanaros, all were lost in his distorted mind. He lived among humans, but he was not one of them. He was an ageless being, trapped in a cycle of endless wandering and
Jean, feeling devastated, found himself burying Anna all by himself in the empty graveyard. The weight of sadness weighed heavily on his shoulders as he painfully dug into the ground, missing the presence of any helping hands. Eberfraid, his older brother, stood nearby with a stern look, making it clear that no one should offer assistance.After burying her, he solemnly said to Eberfraid that he would spend time by her grave."You can't fuck dead girl," Eberfraid uttered with disgust, spitting onto Anna's grave before departing, leaving Jean alone with her dead girl.Jean sat beside Anna's grave, the cold wind biting into his skin, seemingly mirroring the cold emptiness within him."My brown-eyed love," he began, his voice barely a whisper, "I did so many wrong things to you. I feel like this pain is enough to kill me so I can be reunited with you, my love. And God knows how I regret not confessing my love for you when I had the chance. I regret not fighting for our love, for letting
The dungeon was like a nightmare, where light ran away and sounds vanished. As Jean entered the suffocating darkness, a sense of dread gripped him. He followed Gregory, each step echoing on the cold ground.Finally, they arrived. The cell was an echo of despair, its iron bars a cruel barrier, separating its occupant from the world beyond.Jean, filled with determination, approached the iron door of the cell, the heavy metallic scent invading his senses. With a cold, heavy key that Gregory have him, he unlocked the door, the grating sound echoing through the silence. As he stepped inside, the gravity of the moment weighed heavily on his heart, he will soon reunite with the woman he loved with all his heart, Anna.And there, in the heart of this darkness, was Anna. She lay motionless on the cold stone floor, her once vibrant spirit extinguished. Her hair, once full of life, was now matted and lifeless. The clothes she wore were nothing more than tattered rags, a testament to her sufferi
"Where are you off to at this late hour, husband?" Lady Yessica, Jean's wife, exclaimed with a mix of curiosity and concern, squinting as she noticed Jean's surprisingly formal outfit. "Why did you get the carriage ready? Everyone in the castle is sound asleep."Jean paused, he carefully chose his words. "I... I need to visit my old friend, Lord Kingsley, Yessica," he finally replied."Or is it your old slave? Are you going to see her, Jean?" Yessica questioned sharply. Her gaze bore into Jean's, searching for any sign of deception.Jean feigned confusion as if he didn't understand Yessica at all. "Who... who are you referring to?""Anna. Don't think I haven't noticed," Yessica's voice trembled with hurt and accusation. "The way your eyes betray you when her name comes up? The way you've kept her picture all these years? I'm your wife, Jean, not a fool.""My lady..." Jean began, his voice tinged with guilt, struggling to find the right words to ease Yessica's pain.But Yessica cut him
Anna found herself alone once again. The icy restraints gripping her wrists offered some comfort in the gloomy dungeon. With a chilling finality, the stone door closed, plunging her into an endless darkness and loneliness. Deprived of even the most basic needs, food and water, the empty feeling in her stomach mirrored the void in her heart."My dear Master, even though my memory of you is lost, I still feel a deep love for you in my heart. I wonder, do you feel the same way about me? I often find myself yearning for your presence, longing to know what you are doing at this very moment. Please tell me, where are you? and I miss you more than words can express.In the deep dungeon abyss, Anna's life faded. Every breath became a battle, a desperate plea for life. Her once healthy body, is now fragile, tormented by starvation and dehydration. The cold touch of death drew nearer, tempting her to surrender. Yet, on the edge of oblivion, Anna held onto her love for Jean."I wanted to have m
In the suffocating depths of the dungeon, Anna's soul burned with an unquenchable fire. Tied to the icy stone wall, she endured agonizing captivity. Hungry and thirsty, all she could think about was Jean. His beautiful emerald eyes brought her comfort in the midst of despair. Even in the worst situations, Anna held onto the memory of Jean as her lifeline in the storm of loneliness.Days became a blur for Anna, each moment echoing in the empty dungeon.Suddenly, the loud clatter of keys on iron grated on her ears, pulling her out of her deep despair. Gilbert walked into the cell, his silhouette highlighted by the flickering torchlight, his expression determined. The sight of him gave Anna chills, yet a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes."Hey Anna," he started, his mighty voice echoing through the chilling, sending shivers down her spine. "I've come to find you," he continued, his footsteps echoing ominously against the cold, hard floor. "Hey, have you finally realized the consequen
Who is Jean Lyndhurst? His letter gives the sounds like we were once very close and he cares deeply about me."Consumed by overwhelming confusion, Anna desperately struggled to recollect memories of Jean. With closed eyes, her mind aimlessly wandered through her past, desperately grasping for any trace of Jean's presence, yet it yielded nothing. A wave of sickness washed over her, her heart heavy with a melancholic ache, and she yielded to unconsciousness.****Anna slowly opened her eyes, the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. As she turned her head, she saw Gilbert sit peacefully beside her in the bed, waiting for her to wake up. Concern etched on his face, he reached out to her and gently asked,"My darling, are you alright?""Jean, my lord," she replied in a hushed voice. "Who is he?"Anna, still feeling a sense of unease, handed Gilbert the crumpled letter she had found earlier. As Gilbert scanned its contents, his brow furrowed."So you read this letter?" he questi