All Chapters of My Fair Lady|FAIRVERSE BOOK ~ I|: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

 Zylith. "If the princess is so inclined to hear my performance, I can't possibly continue to decline and embarrass the benevolent Princess. Your majesty, you need not worry about the rest. Since I do have something prepared of the sort, just let this Queen perform a song for you and the Princess to enjoy." I said with a stunning smile, but Alexteris rather looked at me in unease. Lord Xavier raised his brows and spoke in a soft voice, "What do you think, do you think our Queen will be able to amaze the crowd or will it be that little songstress?" Looking at me with a scrutinizing gaze, my gorgeous instructor said, "It's hard to say, I mean it's Her Highness after all. There are some matters that could be guessed in the beginning but cannot be guessed in the end. The tab

 ZYLITH. Smouldering, flickering, it flared and leaped. The fire licked the walls around me with a dangerous fervor. It soared and winded around the room like a huge hungry serpent, an inferno blazing out of control, the plumes of grey smoke enveloping us with not a way to escape. It's almost funny how only a flickering spark could weave such a destructive blazing curse. When I saw the flaming arrow zipping towards Alexteris through the massive window of the master bedroom, I was a wide-eyed ball of anxiety. I bolted to him unconsciously to pull him out of the arrow's trajectory, but what I didn't realize was that it was just a fraction of the entire plot. They not only wanted the life of Alexteris, but all the lives in the whole Eastern palace. 

ZYLITH."I remember it being a hot summer evening. I had mild beads of sweat adorning my temple as I rushed to my mother. I collided into the then First Queen who seemed to be on her way to my father. I fell back onto the ground due to the hard collision and she crouched down with an extended hand towards me; asking me why I had tears in my eyes. And I, like a fool, told her of my woes." He sneered in a twisted smile. It was not exactly a smile, maybe an ironic kind of self-mockery? But one could not call it a genuine smile. "She was so kind and patient that for a sensitive ten-year-old, who was hardly ever taken seriously by an adult, it was the greatest form of gratification. I was really grateful, and I.... I even trusted all her words of console and false promises. She gave me a tonic, claiming it would definitely help my mother get better. And I.