All Chapters of The Next Lord Of The Central City.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have brought him here, Sif!" Fiora scolded at Sif who could only reply in plain silence. Aiden just stood over without uttering any word. "Since you have chosen to be so foolish, do you think everyone else would wish to follow in your path?" Clement questioned with cold eyes."So what? You're here to take me away again?" She asked, not meaning to yell but the fear in her voice forced her tone to increase more than intended. "No, Fiora," Sif replied and her eyes turned to him. "He wants to help.""Help?" Scoffed Fiora."He said he wants to help." He repeated again, though with little assurance.Fiora advanced closer to him."What are you talking about? He's only fooling you." She pointed out, whispering to him."He said he wanted to help. It did surprised me as well, but I never quite knew exactly why. But I'm sure he has good intentions." Sif continued to explain lowering his voice and Fiora added her own bit of objections as well, making both of them sou

"So?" Aiden's eyes shone with excitement as he asked. Fiora arrived back home when she met Aiden already in expectance of her. She'd just only began to speak before he bombarded her with series of questions. "What did she say? Did she believed any of your story? Wait, did you even meet her, Fiora?" He asked lastly before Clement cut him off with a wicked glare."I am sure Fiora has quite a lot to say." He said, then frowned at Aiden again. "So let her do so.""Yes." Fiora said, agreeing with Clement. There were two separate rooms, one which they spared for Fiora—the smaller room—then the other where Sif, Clement and Gregoria slept in. A dining table long enough for five was placed in the same room, with chairs arranged round it. They each sat down, eagarly waiting for Fiora's message. "Helen did give in to the idea, and we had a peaceful breakfast." She said with bright eyes, then they changed almost immediately as her brows lowered. "But, she did not trust me. She was only desperate,

"I'm so sorry for your loss," Aiden said to Fiora with a saddened heart. They went home together that morning just after midnight, and on getting there, they all had a quick meeting. Clement mentioned to them of Helen's purpose and gave Fiora tactics she could use to face her. He kept to himself all day and only decided to spill until they were all completed. The twin were with Gregoria, pretending to had been fast asleep. It was maybe only three and half hours past midnight when Asmi had asked why Gregoria cried to bed, since she saw dried tears on her cheeks.Clement barked they left her in peace, then decided it was time to give her her morning dose for her illness. He advanced to where she was laying and gently tapped her to wake her up. She did not move. He did so again and again. Then it hit him. Gregoria was not one to fall into deep sleep, especially since her ailment came back. Sif and Fiora exchanged a disheartening glare as they both slowly advanced to where Clement was.

Some minutes later and Aiden was escorted out of the palace. He had no excuse to give other than series of apologizes. He was sorry she had to find out about his identity like that. Fiora could process all he'd explained except for one fact. He was going to be married to some daughter of Chief Makolo. She asked if they'd ever see each other again and he couldn't give a pleasing reply. That was when the royal guards arrived to take their master's son. In the blink of an eye, he too was gone. Just as Sif had left her.****The next morning, Fiora was back at the palace. She'd already met with Helen the previous day, and had been summoned to the palace at first light. Why? She didn't know. When she mentioned it to Clement, he confessed he had not the slightest idea what plan Helen had.On getting to the throne room, she arrived in and met Helen and her son in deep argument. Silently announcing her presence, she inquired if they'd wanted her excuse them but Helen shoved off the idea at o

I grab my softest sweater, my favourite, and ball it up. I bend down, arranging my face into something I hope is friendly, then wrap his arms around it. He holds it while I walk away to the vault. I have the pills to arrange and store. On my return he is in the exact same spot, his arms still hugging a sweater that lies cold on his feet. I'm such a shit. He's in total shock and I'm arranging my wares. This is why he needs a mom, not some hopeless teen. I go back to him and pick him up just like I did in the old train. At first he is stiff but then he melts into my body, his arms limp, dangling like a doll. Without being aware of it my left hand rises to stroke his back. Then he begins to cry softly, wetting my shirt. I thought kids were supposed to cry loudly, not this guy apparently, he cries like an old man beaten down with sorrow.In this life you make me stable, then you pull every little thing from beneath my feet and are indifferent to the fact that I can no longer stand - until