As soon as we arrived, James immediately summoned the guards for an immediate meeting in the throne room. James and Gonzalo laid out a table with a map that included both realms: Mortal and Immortal. I examined the map as I carefully scanned the entire illustration. It had small holes in it, which probably came from miniature flags used to plan combat strategies. I marvelled at its antiquity, the possibility that it could have been used in different battles added to its majestic feel. Without warning, the doors of the throne room bursted open and the guards marched in. Once they filled the entire space, the captain of the guards walked towards us, with his helmet held by his hand. “Your Majesty,” the captain bowed to my parents. He then turned to Elizabeth and me, “Your Highness.” He returned to James and asked, “You called for us, my king?” “Yes, and I would like for all of you to listen very carefully,” James said as he looked at every guard in the hall. “I implore that everyone
In my mind, Laura pushed through the crowd with her beautiful smile. She seemed so carefree. And from the simple image, I was able to feel her warmth, her calming presence. Slowly, I couldn’t help but let a smile crept up on my face. “Hm, a smile from the young prince,” James taunted once again as he put his hands behind him. He asked, “Can it be that you are finally seeing the joke that you’re making out of yourself?” Laura’s image smiled at me one last time before she faded completely. I took a deep breath and looked James straight in the face. “On the contrary,” I replied, “I smiled because I realised that someone like you will never understand her importance to me.” “Someone like me, huh?” James smirked once more, surprised that I was calm despite his constant insults towards Laura and my dedication to rescue her. I nodded as I slowly walked towards him. “A person who has treated everyone as inadequate. A person who believes that he is above everybody else, all because of a cr
I immediately looked at my page and said, “Let her in.” I folded the scroll as my page left my room. I fixed myself as I walked away from my chair. As soon as Nana entered the room, I smiled as I greeted, “Hello, Nana.” “My dear boy,” Nana walked up to me with open arms. We shared a quick embrace as the door closed behind her. “I hope I didn’t disturb anything, Nana,” I said as we pulled away. “Of course not, dear one. I will always have time for you,” Nana smiled as she caressed my face. “Now, what is it that you need?” she asked. “I need to speak to Mallory. Do you know where she is?” I asked. I explained, “Most of the maids said they haven’t seen her today.” Nana took a moment to think before she replied, “Perhaps, she was sent to the town market to buy some ingredients.” “What time will she return?” I asked another. “That is something that I am not sure of. Is there something that you need from her?” Nana asked. With a sigh, I carefully led her to the chair by my desk. The
The world around me came to a screeching halt. Stunned, my ears rang as it barred itself from hearing anything else. My page continued on but his voice was muffled. My mind raced with questions as my heartbeat picked up its pace after it stopped for a second. Massacred?? My men, massacred?! How could this have happened?! Why would someone kill innocent people?! And if they were killed, what happened to everyone in the bakery?! What happened to Grandpa Ben?! “Your Highness,” my page raised his voice, which finally brought me back to reality. His hold on me tightened further as he asked, “What must we do?!” I grabbed hold of his arms and asked, “Where are the guards??” “Those who survived brought the fallen back home. I sent them to the guards’ keep to avoid commotion from the other servants,” my page replied. I bolted to the door and rushed to the keep. I was followed closely by Gonzalo, my page, and the two guards who stood by my door. ~*~*~*~ As I barged into the guards’ ke
Grandpa Ben was slumped onto the floor. Blood trickled down his face. HIs brown shirt was soaked in blood. He looked exhausted. He was left there to die. “Grandpa Ben?” I knelt beside him as I turned him around. Grandpa Ben whimpered as I laid his back on the counter. He struggled to open his eyes. But when he saw me, he was able to utter, “Robert?” “Young man,” the old lady called from the door, clearly worried, “Is everything all right in there?” I peeped up from the counter and replied, “Yes, madam. It is Grandpa Ben. And he is gravely hurt.” I returned to Grandpa Ben and gasped as I saw his bleeding arm. “Don’t you worry, Grandpa Ben,” I said as I grabbed my knife. I tore a long piece from my shirt, gently wrapped it around his arm and continued, “I am here. I will take care of everything.” “Robert…” Grandpa Ben then reached his hand out towards me. I held his hand and slowly put it down. “Rest yourself, Grandpa Ben. You must not move too much.” I shouted towards the old lad
My jaw clenched as those words played in my mind, over and over again. Unwanted yet terrifying situations haunted my brain. It made me sick to the stomach. “Robert?” I turned around as James called me, “What does it say?” As I tried to control my emotions, I handed the note to James. My hand shook as my mind scattered to keep myself calm. James read the note and returned to me with a tense look. For once, we had a mutual understanding. This matter wasn’t just about saving Laura anymore. It suddenly became a matter of importance as innocent people were brought into the problem. “Gonzalo came out of the guest room. “Your Majesty,” he bowed as he approached us, “The visitor is now in a better state. I will have some of the maids work on rotation to ensure his swift recovery.” “Well done, Gonzalo,” James said as he turned to Gonzalo. He then instructed, “Take some of my guards with you to the bakery. Hold an investigation on what happened. And I want the results within the day.” “As
Horrified, James’ eyes widened. Carefully, James placed his fingers on the table. In a low voice, he replied, “Please, do not tell me that this Benjamin that you mentioned–” “Is the prince of Eastern Sun?” I finished James’ question. “Unfortunately, you are correct.” James slammed his fists on the table. The loud thud echoed throughout the entire room. “Be very wise about your assumptions, Robert,” James gritted through his teeth. His brows furrowed and his eyes squinted. He continued, “For a maid to be suspect is already unbelievable in itself. But, to accuse the son of our greatest ally is a monstrosity!” “My accusations are valid, James,” I replied. “And what are those, may I ask?” I took a deep breath and explained, “Mallory hates Laura because I chose Laura. Benjamin hates me because Laura chose me. It only makes sense that they will try and make things harder for me.” “Have you asked Mallory about this?” James asked. “Nana Olsa is still looking for her. I am still hoping
Grandpa Ben had a cloth on his forehead. Two maids diligently wiped his arms and legs. The other two helped the Medicine King with his tools. I dragged my feet as I slowly approached the busy physician. My gaze never left Grandpa Ben, who breathed heavily. His clothes were removed and only a blanket covered him. “Your Highness,” the Medicine King bowed along with the maids. “What is going on, sir?” my voice shook as I asked. The Medicine King sighed whilst he mashed a few herbs together. “He had a bad reaction to the medicine. The dosage was too much for his body,” he explained. He bowed once again and added, “Forgive me for my incompetence, Your Highness.” “Please get up, Medicine King. There is no time for such things,” I replied. “What happened to Grandpa Ben?” I asked as he stood up. “The medicine caused his wounds to swell. His soiled clothes caused infection. He now has a high fever because of that horrible combination?” the Medicine King explained. I closed my eyes as I