The harsh bang on the door woke Forsyth up. He hadn't slept for long and he still felt a little fuzzy. He slid down from his bed and ambled towards his door, after checking who it was he unlocked the door."What is it?" His voice was deep and husky as he stared at Sean."The men were here." Sean's anxious voice made him blink. He looked past Sean and looked around."What do you mean?" He rubbed his face to clear his eyes."They took Mildred." This made Forsyth halt all of a sudden. His head snapped at Sean and he looked into his eyes to check if he was lying, but he wasn't.Dammit!"How is that possible? I asked you to keep watch on her!" He became furious and pushed past Sean to search for Mildred. He ran to the room he kept her but she wasn't there. He heard footsteps behind him and he looked back and saw the almost teary Sean."I…I saw this letter on her table." His voice shook and he stretched his hand to Forsyth.Forsyth picked up the letter and opened it; he didn't fail to see h
"Help!" The outcry came from the girl on the ground, her hands and legs were tied."One more scream and your finger come off." Forsyth threatened.He had his back on a wall with a tied Mildred close to his feet. They were inside a tiny cavern.Mildred frighteningly looked at him, her eyes held terror. Something she didn't bother hiding."What do you want from me…" Her voice trailed at the end of her speech, she was tired and it was dark.Forsyth didn't respond as he kept fiddling with the stick at the side of his mouth. He thumped his fingers impatiently, it was an alarming scenery for Mildred.Everything about him was unnerving to her."Stop glancing, little girl. I wouldn't want you falling in love with me." The reply he got was a state of disbelief.A reverberating sound was heard, confusing and alerting them.Forsyth lingered whirling the stick in his mouth and stared in a direction. Sensing his eyes on her she glanced over at him, then she knew he wasn't looking at her, but behin
"What if we got it wrong?""I don't think so. She looks literally like her.""But he hasn't countered or rendered any venture,""He wouldn't make a reckless decision this time around, he knows what that cost him last time."Mildred kept hearing low murmurings, her skull ached and the last thing she recollected before passing out was something behind her…a beast…Wait…BEAST!Her eyes snapped open as she concluded. It took some time to get her heavy eyes adapted to her surroundings, the walls were gray and the room dimmed, And two men were gazing at her with a weird... strange expression.It took her a second to understand she was shackled."The beauty has finally awakened." Mildred peered at the terrifying-looking man before her, he had this alarming resemblance to Madman, especially the crazy glint in his eyes.And where's Madman? She was with him at the time she passed out."Forsyth isn't here, and he won't be coming for the time being." The man with an odd resemblance to Madman spok
"Getting him disgruntled wasn't crucial, Gretel, she wasn't his girl," Dominus mumbled to Gretel, he was still at the forbidden church.Gretel swiveled toward him with a frown. "He was the main reason Michael died, the reason I had to use everything in me to bring him back to life, even if it meant me being banished," Her chest rose and fell heavily from resentment. "You have no inkling of the things I wanted to do to him, you were just in time to save him.""Forsyth is powerful, taking him down wouldn't have been lenient, and I need you alive.""Of course you do." Gretel scoffed.All of a sudden the tinge in her eyes deviated, it now held more sobriety. "Give me your hand." And Dominus didn't object, knowing his sister and the bizarre things she does.Gretel held Dominus's hand in a tight grip and scrutinized the palm's sketch, she glanced into Dominus's eyes with an eerie expression after some minutes and released his palm."Find the books of Goratar as soon as possible, there is no
*knock**knock*Alexandra thumped softly on the door. She stayed for a few seconds before the door clicked open."Come in." A voice from inside said and she walked into the room. The room was pitch black, except for the soft glow of the early morning sun."Ummm…good morning." She cleared her throat and uttered, she shifted her weight to her left leg."Is there a problem?" Michael asked, he glanced into her eyes but she wasn't staring back, her eyes were on the interesting floor."Yes…I mean, No. It's just… last night you were tipsy and sad, are..are you alright?" Her voice was almost inaudible.Her words caught his attention."You saw me drunk last night?" He asked, pointedly."Yes, you..you held my hand and brought me to a corner, and…" she was cut off."Did I…say anything?...like a woman or something related?" He asked carefully. His tone was that of someone anxious."Yes, you said something about you meeting her…someone.""Did I mention her name?""Ummm…you said something about a s
[Far past]A carriage trotted and stopped along a family cemetery. It was nighttime, and surely wasn't the best time to visit such a place, but Ava needed to investigate something."Thanks very much, Mr. Sam, I don't know how I would've gotten here." She thanked the coachman.Nobody knows she departed the palace, except Marleen. She needed to look into a cynical issue, without capturing the attention of the palace or the council."I'll be right here, Miss Ava, just make sure to be quick, I've heard stories of the terrors here at night." Mr. Sam announced to Ava. She nodded her head and walked quickly into the graveyard.The graveyard belongs to the Lambert family. The Royals.She looks at the names on the tombstones, and the names all have one thing in common…Seth.That wasn't correct.The Lamberts owned the graveyard, not Seth, it belonged to the Royals.That only means one thing…Dominus Lambert isn't a Royal!"But..but how come he is king?" She asked herself, this was mystifying.
"I reckoned the bet was abolished?" Marleen inquired as she strolled behind Ava with a tray in her hand. After hearing what happened between her and the king, and the death of Mr. Sam, she had thought the bet wasn't worth it."I don't go back on my words, Marleen. And I'll find the name of the first king in no time." Ava mumbled, determined."But you only have till midnight, that's the deal." Marleen reminded."I know. And I'm not backing out, don't worry, I'll be more careful this time." Ava said.They strolled toward the living room with the trays in their hands and kept them on top of the center table. They spun around and left the room."I heard Mr. Sam's family will be holding his funeral tomorrow. Would you be attending?" Mildred asked, something was notifying her that Ava wouldn't, and that was because of the King."The king won't allow me." She mumbled. They wander past the east wing corridor to get other work done.___________That evening, Ava couldn't sleep. She searched ev
"Would you wipe my memories?" Ava asked, she was presently tied in the king's chamber, with the King beside her."Why would I do that? And how do you know about that?" The king asked plainly. His head was filled with thoughts on how to get his doppelganger back."That's what the books I read always say. A…and I know your secrets…" Her voice weakened at the end. She wasn't sure if he would kill her or let her go, his secret was too heavy."Trust me, there's more to that. It's more than just a secret." He gazed intensively at her. His gaze held isolated words, words that weren't meant to be spoken."You will be spending the night here, I need to make sure the doppelganger doesn't kill you before morning." He sighed and took off his coat, causing her head to turn as she didn't want to look at his bare body."K–kill me…?" She stuttered. With her eyes gazing anywhere but at him, she spoke again. "Why would he kill me? I've done nothing wrong." She endorsed herself."The doppelganger, you s