Hands intertwined and the heat started to burn inside, Sumire and Mort were alone inside the carriage. The maiden stared at his face. She still couldn't believe that Mort is here. That she was with him now, right next to him and they were still holding hands. The constellation of stars in Sumire's midnight eyes was shining and her sweet smile was painted on her face. They exchange deep and longing gazes. The warmth of his gaze seemed to penetrate her skin. The heated stare in them made her heart and blood race.Sumire could hardly contain her happiness right now. She could barely conceal her delight. All her worries vanished into the air like a bubble upon seeing him. She forgets what she heard about the threat that Mort will face in Nort Le Frère. The maiden gulped as her eyes landed on Mort's lips. She was tempted to kiss him. Her lips twitched in the desire to taste it. She was having second thoughts about what she wanted to do. Sumire felt her knees weaken at the thought. Such wa
Upon Mort, Klauss, Laurel, Narco, and the twin's arrival, the Massoullèves boarded their private jet, were about to reach North Le Frère to join the exciting festival. The place started to become lively and the joy exist beyond the huge palace wall. Down below, the houses are empty, but the village is all alive, bustling with festivity, warmth, and noise. Outside the palace, people of all generations walk through the streets wearing traditional clothes with colorful embroidery. Flags are put all over North Le Frère. The hustle and bustle of chatter, cheers of celebration; the tantalizing smell of warm stew, fry meat, and caramel desserts wafted the air. The village emitted a golden glow. Instrumental music was played everywhere, some people performed dance swords, breathing fire on the streets, and many more extraordinary performances. It's like entering a whole new world. Even in the City of North Le Frère, the fancy festival feels sad, people are busy preparing for the upcoming fe
The special occasion has finally come. The most awaited day has arrived. A one day event where people unite and celebrate the festival together. The loud bang of music can be heard on every corner and street outside the palace. Fantastic performances putting on a play. The waves of laughter and children's noises playing echoing the air. While inside the palace wall, families are busy preparing palatable cuisine to their tables. At night, the sky is illuminated with a parade of lights. The people of North Le Frère welcomed the festival with spectacular sky lanterns and fireworks displays. In The Great Hall of the palace, where the largest part of the palace was embellished with extraordinaire ornaments, diamonds, and gold by the exclusive palace interior designers. The black and crimson red designs are blended harmoniously which were the only two hues that compliment the Great Hall oozing the aura of power and authority. The marble and glossy dark floor that looks like an abyss perfect
People residing outside the palace welcome the festival merrily, and spontaneous celebrations broke out everywhere. Inside the palace wall, the news about the death of Dreygur and Cataleia quickly disseminates through the place like wildfire. What happened to their death made some of the Davenfords shocked and others didn't seem to care about his loss. Mort and Klauss who were now surrounded by the horde of knights bother not to fight. All piercing weapons were aimed at the hunk. They just waited for the arrival of the Queen and her command. Mort standing huge and taller than the knights was menacingly cold and dead calm. He was like a fearsome deity who inspire awe and terror in everybody. They all can't meet his eyes devoid of emotions. Klauss, on the other hand, was already burning with anger. His vein was protruding and visible on the side of his head. His face flushed with indignation. He is deadly serious and if only looks can kill, Klauss has killed all the knights in the Grea
The somber mood and silence dominate inside Sumire's chamber. Lunaire and Chaise were on their daughter's bed and later move to the sofa. Holding hands, Cornelius and Airenna were watching the maiden on the side pitifully, while Blanche and Claire are worried about their cousin lying unconscious for hours. Chadwick, on the other hand, leaning on the door, silently looking at them with hands crossed on his chest. After many hours passed, eyes slowly opened, blinking, Sumire woke up and rose from the bed. Her gaze cruise the place and Mort was the only person she immediately looked for. "Where's Mort? Take me to him there, uncle. Right now." Sumire said to Chadwick who is now was sitting on the near sofa. The Massoullèves except for Don Zagreus was there, worrying for the maiden. Chaise is wiping the tears off his wife. Clair and Blanche were there along with his uncle, Cornelius, and Airenna."I can't do that. No one can go in there, except the one who will be executed. You can't vis
5:00 AM. Caged in the death row cell of the palace dungeon with no sign of life, Mort was just staring at the wall. His emerald-green eyes gleamed, mysteriously cold but beautiful. Unmoved, with a calm demeanor, face devoid of any signs of emotion and mind completely blank though a part of his heart ached every time Sumire's face entered his blank mind. He wanted to talk to the maiden during his last moments. He wanted to see and hug her for the last time.His arms were folded across his chest and his rugged features were drawn into a frown. Mort sighed heavily. Trying to get rid of the maiden out of his mind, the image of her crying. Eyes closed, he thought of going back to his dark past that he had buried in the bottom of his mind for a long time.Even before Mort was born, his future is already decided. His path is set and everyone in the Underground world expects him to be the next leader, an heir of the most powerful clan in the world, the Aslanov. Many mafia clans tried to dispos
The sky glooms and the air feels ominous; bedarkened and weeping. Leaves flew along the current of the cold wind. The heavy dark clouds dominate the sky and the rain began to fall. People who witnessed the execution earlier had left the gallows, leaving the dead body of Mort hanging on the rope. Except for the two prison knights escorting Mort and Chadwick who will cremate the body."What a masterpiece." Said Chadwick as he look up at the corpse coldly with hands thrust into his pocket. The rain soaked messily his hair and he then motioned the two knights who were drenched in rain to take down Mort's body and follow him to the cremation. Sumire was brought back to her room. She was still unconscious while Lunaire was holding onto her daughter's hand. She had mixed emotions after finding out the truth. It never occurs to her that Sumire would be lusted by her Uncle. A solemn tear fell down her cheek; her body looked calm compared to how tangled her mind was. Chaise, constantly sniff
2 months later...Sumire went to Aimer Country, a place far away from Brethren City and even North Le Frère, alone. She wants to stay away from the people who know her. She wanted to breathe freely and heal herself. Sadness can be expressed in a thousand different ways. The death of Mort left a mark on her psyche. Every time she remembers him it brought her to tears. Though she doesn't want to forget him, the maiden just wants to relieve herself from the pain and sadness she feels which torments her every single day. She had a hard time convincing her parents to leave the Brethren alone. Chaise and Lunaire were delighted after knowing their daughter was enceinte and they would soon be grandparents. They are protective and take care of her, especially Chaise who prepares the room and baby crib for her unborn grandkid. The couple insisted on accompanying her due to her pregnancy but later gave in and respected her decision. Sumire has been living her life in Aimer for two months now and