All Chapters of Captive Of The Count: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Orian's pov The coronation ball was gradually turning into a nightmare, one I never envisioned. I wish I could be pinched, I wish it was one of those night terrors where I get to scream and wake up but it wasn't and I had to watch it all unfold before me with the spectators crowding the ball room applauding the scene before them while I silently withdrew to the back to recollect my thoughts and process my emotions.My heart was currently breaking into a thousand pieces that I wasn't sure could be picked up this time, the pain gnawed at my insides like a tiny thousand needles being inserted in my very being and poked harshly by the one I cherished the most and all I could do was stand behind and watch.And it came to a point where I couldn't bear it anymore, I handed over my wine glass which I hadn't taken a sip from due to the bitterness clinging in my throat, and made my way out of the room hoping nobody would notice but I already guessed that they wouldn't for

Orian’s povOur hands were joined, fingers linked with wide smiles on our aching faces as we bade our final goodbyes to the cheering crowd. The footman opened the door to the carriage and I help Amara in, tucking in the excess length of her ball gown after her and with one last wave, I got into the carriage and let out a sigh as the door was shut.The carriage began to move across the street lined up with people on each side with their hands in the air throwing roses at the carriage as we moved with jolly looks on their faces. We had to turn to each window waving at them, matching their light hearted expressions as the carriage pulled away taking the path to our new castle.After a while, it rode through the huge gates that led to the expanse of land where the castle was situated and I watched with glee as Amara's eyes were never torn from the window as she admired the scenery of our new home.As we drew closer, I could already see Ailleen waiting outside with the team of house staff

Orian’s povI took in a huge breath not knowing how well to comfort him that his future mate would never abuse him or make his life difficult like the last woman he was with did, "You have to forget the past Nexus, and look at the future. The person meant for you is going to accept you with her whole being and never put you through hell like the last. I just know she's out there waiting for you, you both just have to be led to each other.""Stop with the poetic shit." He snorted walking over to the sink to rinse his hands, "Thank you for listening to me now let's get to work." We were in my new office pondering over Japheth's death, what I planned to do with my predicament, and what we were going to make out of the information that we found out from the book I once stole from Hector's hidden library."Whoever was out to kill him and his second in command surely didn't want them to survive," I noted to Nexus as we looked at the pictures taken from the scene.

Amara’s povIt's all over Amara, I whispered to myself despite my silent sobs that were drowned by the sound of the water, You fixed everything, nothing bad will happen. You and him will have your happily ever after.Despite my pep talk, I was mortified and filled with fear at the possibility of "what ifs". What if my plan hadn't worked out? What if I got caught? What if I am found out later on? What if I complicate things, tarnish Orian's name in the process and he hates me forever?I leaned my head against the wall as the water ran down my body washing away the blood and filth, My teary eyes followed the trail of red liquid going down the drain as the evidence of what I had done tonight was cleansed off me just like the very night I murdered Japheth and his second.I grabbed my sponge and the bottle of body wash, squirting a large amount of the scented liquid onto the sponge and then I made it foam, placed it on my skin, and began scrubbing away. As I scrubbed my skin red, I imagi

Amara's pov"It's lovely," I picked up the mug, curling my fingers in the handle as I admired the obsidian ceramic model, "Thank you." A smile grazed my lips just as I ran a finger across the words printed on it, "It is lovely, I adore it.""Thank you, Your Highness." The artisan bowed slightly before me with a bashful simper on his face, "Would you need any other thing?""No," I shook my head placing the cup back in the box it was packaged in next to its twin, "This is all." I picked up the lid and placed it on the opening, "How much would that cost?""Ah." There was a nervous laughter that came from him and I watched as he scratched the back of his neck shifting on his feet, "I wouldn't be okay accepting money from the most beautiful Queen I had ever known, Consider it a gift your majesty.""Oh I-" I looked around the workshop before looking back at him trying to absorb his offer, "I insist, I would love to pay you.""No." The man sounded firmer this time, picking up the box and qui