Ashriel laughed and held her head. “Aahh, we really can’t be too complacent, can’t we? We don’t know our enemy’s hidden tricks.” She whined and clicked her earpiece.
“Kill me, and these freaking bombs will explode! Ha!” The man retorted. “Stupid bitches.” He riposted, making Siel enraged.
“Your Highness, the two is coming. I contacted First General; he’ll be there in five minutes. Please hold the situation.” Xieaniel reported anxiously. He is a calm person. But putting Ashriel in danger destroys his composure. Ashriel signaled Siel, who heard everything through her earpiece, and she nodded in response.
“Did Edom send you?” Ashriel asked boldly. The man, who is looking at Siel now, turned to Ashriel, giving way for Siel to
"Your Highness!" Xieaniel shouted as he dashed inside Ashriel's room. Her wound was now covered with bandages which she really hates. "Please, for goodness' sake! Don't ever do that again!" He sobbed and knelt in front of her, checking her condition. "Oh com'on, Xieaniel. You're the fourth person who did that and said the same thing for Pete's sake." Ashriel rolled her eyes and pushed Xieaniel's face away. He was about to argue when the door banged open again. Ashriel sighed in distress. "Boss!" Olive shouted and cried as well. She pushed Xieaniel aside and knelt in front of her. "Please-" "Don't ever do that again. Arrgh! I know!" Ashriel cut her and stood up. "Seriously, guys? I'm alive and well, okay?" She held her head that throb while everyone looked at her with teary eyes and pouted lips.
“What’s the status?” Ashriel calmly took a sip of her black tea and faced Venice, who closed the heavy curtain. They both went to the balcony for some privacy while the party continued outside. As to avoid eavesdropping, John guarded behind the curtains. Nathan and Olive talked with the nobles on behalf of Ashriel. “You’ll not come here and leave your post at Aparctias if it’s not a graveyard situation.” “You really are quick-witted, aren’t you?” She chuckled and sat opposite to Ashriel, who just shrugged her shoulders. Suddenly, the atmosphere became serious. “Chaster informed me via secret codes that Donovan started to move. He told me to warn you not to be distracted. His father probably knows he still has some lingering attachment to us… to you, to be exact, so he doesn’t give him his plan.” Her voice was stern but anxious. “Aside from Xieaniel, I don’t trust anyone in the security system team to send you this important mess
Ashriel stripped off her Queen Uniform and changed into a simple yet elegant white suit and black high stilettos heels. Her wig was also changed from black to dark blond. Of course, though Venice grumbled, Ashriel is Ashriel, so knives and daggers were hiding somewhere in her outfit. The rest did the same. They stepped into normal clothes to blend in with the crowds and avoid drawing attention. That’s what they thought. “Who are they? From what place are they from?” “Gosh, look! The brawny man looks hot!” “Are you blind? The man with golden-brown hair was the hottest!” “Heavens, am I going to die today?! I think I just made eye contact with an angel! I want to see the beauty behind her mask!” &
After buying some antiseptics and bandages, Leon put Oriana down on a bench far from the scene and rechecked her palm. It was still bleeding so much. Olive was still busy talking with Xieaniel on her phone. Xieaniel told them about the ruckus in the restaurant, so the three waited in the park for the rest to come and pick them up. "The cut was deep but not deep enough to need some stitches. Tsk." Leon spat and started cleaning her cut. Oriana sighed in relief. "What are you so relieved about? If you don't want some stitches, then don't be too reckless." He nagged. Is he really a nagger? "Colonel, please stop nag-" "Lady Atherton? Is that you?" Oriana and Leon stopped and looked at the man who
“Carsillion?” “Nathan?” They asked in chorus. Nathan stopped for a moment and looked directly at Chaster’s swollen eyes and crumpled his fist. “Why are you here?” Nathan asked him coldly. Chaster remained silent. “That’s my question for you, Carsillion. I thought I told you to settle-“ “I settled everything before following you here, Ash.” Ashriel stopped with his unusual tone.“I-Is he angry? No. It’s not anger. Am I imagining things? What’s wrong with him?”She asked herself. An awkward silence covered them. Nathan could not stand the silence, so he walked towards Ashriel, making Chaster flinch. Ashriel only looked at Nathan, who cu
The interrogation and the execution were over. What remains undone now was the investigation. The useless investigation for they already know who was behind everything – Edom. Ashriel sat on her chair. The grand chair has a red velvet cushion, a frame made of gold adorned with diamonds, and a lion crafted on the armrest that had blue and green diamonds as eyes. An eagle was also crafted on the top rail with red diamonds as eyes. It was a chair that was the epitome of luxury and the symbol of her power, authority, and responsibility. It was the chair that Edom greedily desired to have. The chair that was protected by many blood – both innocent and not. If not for the responsibility Ashriel carried, everything is vanity for her. “Carsillion.” She whispered. Nathan, who was observing her for a while now knelt before her in respect. “Everything that I do wa
“Oriana,” Leon called but she did not respond. “Oriana,” He called again but still, no answer. Her eyes never blink and her mind was somewhere else. “Hey.” She flinched when Leon held her hand and she quickly took it away. “What’s wrong, Sir?” She asked, befuddled. Leon looked at her with his usual look. “That’s my question for you. What’s wrong? I called your name a couple of times yet your mind is somewhere else.” He asked with a soft, worried voice. Is he usually using that voice? No. But when did he start using that? Oriana again remembered Teb. He was such a good man but why? Why did he join the Quislings? Why did he become a traitor? “Will Teb die, Colonel?” She asked carefully but that made him piss
“Mother?” Ashriel asked as she rested her head on her luxurious sofa inside her office. Olive and Xieaniel took care of Teb’s body and the other Quislings and the rest did their usual job. “Your birthday’s in two months.” Lady Chalier started and Ashriel pressed her hand on her temple, fully aware of her mother’s next words. “When will you go home here at Thrascias?” She asked firmly. Bull’s eyes. Ashriel sighed and transferred her eyes to her file-filled folders. “Next month, I guess mother.” “Next month?!” She fumed. Ashriel pulled her ear away from her phone and brought it back. “You’re turning legal and that night will be your Coronatio