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CHAPTER 28: THE SEER’S WORDS
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The Kings Captive CHAPTER 29 : THE EMERGENCE
VERA’S POV:I awoke with a clarity that had not come over me in days. My cell's moist stone walls were familiar, but they didn't seem as gloomy today. Even though my muscles were tense, I got the feeling that I had slept for years and woke up feeling rejuvenated. I couldn't get rid of a weird, inexplicable thought that was stirring within me. It was a whisper of belief, and not a safe one.“I am special. I'm going to be free soon….” were the words that kept flashing in my mind like a bolt of lightning.However, I wasn't stupid enough to accept it at face value. The castle of King Sylvester was a stronghold. I had been held captive here for weeks with no chance of escape. Still, the idea kept coming back to me, as though it were attempting to persuade me. I leaned my head against the chilly stone and embraced my knees to my chest. My independence and options had been taken from me by the castle, but my defiance remained intact. I held fast to that, even if it meant incurring Sylvester
The Kings Captive CHAPTER 30 : THE ENCOUNTER
DEREK'S POV:This isn't where I belong. Although my gut told me that this was a bad idea, I was unable to stop myself. Indeed. I kept thinking about her, confined in that jail as a result of my actions. I could always see the treachery in her eyes when I closed mine. The way she stared at me after I turned my back on her and picked Amelia’s side.My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding as I moved through the chilly, stone corridors of the dungeon beneath King Sylvester's castle. Down here, the atmosphere was different; it was thick and stifling, the kind that would suffocate anyone who lingered in it for too long.There was an issue with the sentient guards. They were always like that. They processed every word and every command and cross-referenced it with their database of directives, making it impossible to outthink them. Yet I had a plan; it might not be a strong one, but I had one.The two guards at the door to her cell turned to face me when I got there. For a brief mome
The Kings Captive CHAPTER 31 : AMELIA'S IRE
DEREK'S POV:It was a blur walking home. Thoughts raced through my mind, outweighing even the chilly night air that slashed like razors. Indeed. I kept thinking about her, imprisoned in that castle and under Sylvester's control. None of this was fair to her. My heart raced as I thought of her being shackled and how I had let her down, and I balled my hands. As I got closer to my home, each step felt more significant and served as a reminder of the agreement I had made. The chance I was taking to overthrow King Sylvester, the one who had robbed me of everything.However, the issue went beyond revenge. It has to do with her. Everything was always about her.The cracking sound of the wood didn't really disturb my trance as I pushed the door open. The only light in the otherwise gloomy house was the dim moonlight that filtered through the windows. My home was a modest, lonely place that reflected my life as it had become. After entering, I sank into the chair by the window and began to go
The Kings Captive CHAPTER 32 : SYLVESTER’S FALSE CHARM
VERA’S POV:Just before sunset Lorna arrived, looking as calm as ever, but I could see the strain in her posture. She never wasted time on small talk, and I liked that about her. I had no desire for pointless chatter. The events of the last few days had left me reeling, each one more ridiculous than the last and driving me ever closer to the brink of sanity, which I was barely hanging onto.Lorna replied, "King Sylvester wants to see you," but her eyes flickered warily towards the guards stationed immediately outside my cell. I studied her for a moment before nodding. Fighting it was pointless, for the time being anyway.The cold stone under my bare feet served as a stark reminder of the chains that shackled me, even though they weren't real, as we made our way through the dimly lit hallways of the castle. The guard positioned in front of us maintained a neutral expression with his eyes fixed front, but I was aware that his quiet did not imply disinterest. Each individual in Sylvester
The Kings Captive CHAPTER 33 : DEREK'S OPPORTUNITY
DEREK'S POV:For several hours, I had been stationed outside the castle door, feeling the chilly wind pierce my flesh through my clothes. It was getting closer to night, and I was always nervous about the silence that comes with it when it gets twilight. However, this anxiousness wasn't the typical kind that comes from watching over King Sylvester's stronghold's borders. There was something unusual about tonight. I was unable to pinpoint it exactly.Above me, I could see King Sylvester, in all his regal haughtiness, walking back and forth while speaking with Ryan through the enormous windows of the castle's opulent foyer. The monarch had the broad shoulders and silver-threaded hair of someone born to reign. Ryan, on the other hand, I never trusted. His sly, analytical eyes always seemed to be working extra hours, taking in data that he could utilise to his advantage. Their features were barely visible through the shadows created by the enormous chandelier above them, as they appeared
The Kings Captive CHAPTER 34 : THE COME UP
We exchanged a challenge as the emerging black werewolf's eyes met mine, a silent promise that only one of us would survive this. The beast, bristling in rage, lunged at me faster than any regular werewolf should have been able to, and my heart hammered against my rib cage. I was overcome by instinct and barely avoided its savage fangs as they slashed through the air where my chest had been only a few moments ago.I got up quickly and squatted down, preparing to jump. Even though it wasn't my first encounter with a marauder, this one seemed unique. He moved with precision and calculation. He was more than a feral beast and more of an apex predator – a vicious one at that.And I was his victim.I shot forward, my claws outstretched, going for his throat, and a snarl tore from my throat. However, he moved too quickly. He moved to the side without any difficulty and quickly brought his claws down on my side. His claws tore through skin and fur, and I felt pain shoot through my body. I st
The Kings Captive CHAPTER 35 : THE ENCOUNTER WITH KING
Sims's boots crunched on the gravel courtyard path as he fell into step beside me as I made my way back from the cells. His stillness carried an unsettled weight, an underlying strain to his normal stoicism. As we passed, I could feel the other guards' eyes on me and hear their respectful murmurs. But to me, it was all meaningless. My thoughts were exclusively focused on Vera.Finally, with a quiet voice, Sims added, "King Sylvester wants to see you." I was aware that we would be meeting. No one had overlooked my achievement.I looked at Sims; his countenance was as blank as usual, but I was getting used to it. He was stoic, yet there was a sense of loyalty in his actions, a begrudging respect for me, a loyalty to the King. He had fought with me, witnessed the carnage, and now that we had won, I could feel that respect growing. It didn't alter the fact that I detested the person I had turned into while working for King Sylvester.We arrived at the courtyard. The high stone walls of th
The Kings Captive CHAPTER 36 : THE CONFRONTATION
As soon as I entered the bar, I saw Ryan's well-known silhouette. He was sitting where we usually sat, facing the door with his back to the wall. When he noticed me, he lifted his hand and his lips curled into a tiny smile. Even though my heartbeat was steady and slow, my mind was racing with ideas as I walked over. I was meant to feel relieved, even elated, but instead I felt tense.Ryan remarked, "You made it," as I walked up and he kicked out the chair across from him. "I was beginning to fear that you wouldn't arrive.”I nodded as I sat down. "It is finished."He signalled the stewardess, who practically slid over, her motions so graceful and poised they made me think of a dancer. She gave me a tumbler of whisky, the amber liquid glistening in the low bar light. Quietly, I thanked her and returned my focus to Ryan.In a toast, Ryan lifted his glass to my elevation. I returned the favour, but the atmosphere was sombre rather than joyous. Our glasses clinked, the sound barely audibl
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