Darius' POV The dungeons had always smelled of damp stone and rusted iron, but tonight the stench was thicker, like copper, sharp enough to sting the nose. My boots echoed off the walls as I descended the narrow stairwell, torchlight dragging long shadows that twisted against the rough brick. I didn't want to be here, every part of me screamed that i should be in bed, or at least be trying to piece the puzzle of who was behind all of this together. But instead of doing that, I was jogging down the same stone stairs I'd frequented so much that I knew the outline by each one. Heaven knows I wouldn't have come here had it not been important. In fact, I was this close to switch off my wrist comm when it buzzed to life with a call. “Alpha.” The guard sounded scared, and that was the only reason I didn't end the call immediately. “There's been a situation.”“What?” Something about the way he said that didn't sit well with me, and I jerked up immediately at the sound of that. “What's
Darius' POV My office was quieter than usual, but no less suffocating. Papers rustled, pens rolled all over the place, scratching against the desk and literally everything else it could find. On the walls, the faint flicker of the lights shifting shadows across the stone walls was all the company I could find. I wasn't sure how long had passed since I was in here, but I knew it was a lot. Like that wasn't enough, I didn't particularly like that I was spending so much time in here anymore. A small groan slid past my lips at the pain that had pooled at my lower back. It felt like I'd carried the weight of a million people all on my back, and I still had nothing to show for it. After Kael's evidence, I didn't come straight to the study, I decided to do a quick stop by the doctors wing. Kiara was still unconscious, but instead of hanging outside the door like the last time, I walked in. I didn't know what I was expecting, but somehow the sight of her knocked me off my feet. Her ey
Darius' POV The air in the lower halls clung heavy with damp stone and stale torch smoke. The atmosphere around was cold too, with a kind of chill that seemed to settle into the bones and stay there. My boots struck the floor with each pace, and each step rang louder than I intended. It was as though the dungeon itself sought to remind me of the man I had cast down here.Alric.It might not look like it, but deep down, I had actually grown tired of visiting him here. This was what? The second or third time and I still wasn't used to it. Honestly, I didn't even want to. I might not admit it to his face, but Rhian was right. Alric had served me for years, and even though it was sentimental, I didn't want to believe that he belonged here. But even as that belief hung from one part of myself, I didn't hesitate to explore the other side as well. I had told myself he deserved it. I had repeated those words, convincing others and myself alike that his betrayal was clear. That he had sa
Darius' POV I always knew being a leader came with lots of ups and downs, but I guess no one really warned me about how deep and scarring some of them were. In the last couple of days, I'd had more downs than I'd had since I ascended the throne, but that wasn't even that worst part. The worst part was that whatever calamity that decided to strike, just had to pick the one person I now cared about. Kiara. Even the mere thought of her made my heart ache. It'd been one week since the doctor officially announced that she was in a coma. Each day, I wished and prayed that the doctor would one day come out and say it was all an elaborate prank he'd planned with Kiara, to test just how far I could go to rescue her. While that was an offense punishable by death, heaven knows I would let him go Scot free if that was the case. I wouldn't even mind granting him a title if he wanted it. But no, I didn't get that. Instead, I got more news that her health was slowly deteriorating. “How's she
Darius' POV The council chamber was quieter than usual that evening, and even though I didn't want to admit it, it didn't change the truth. Or anything in fact. The long table sat in shadow, the candles half burned, their wax dripping sluggishly down the iron holders. Call me crazy or whatever , but I could swear that I could spot a thin sheet of dust covering the top. It made a wry smile appear on my lips, because the table had just been used a little over an hour ago. I'd held a meeting with the council members, and while I didn't have any expectations when I called for it, it definitely didn't end the way I thought it would. It ended in chaos, pure, natural and somehow expected from the kind of people I'd picked to rule at my side. The council had summoned me first, claiming that they needed clarity on what had happened to one of their members, so I simply obliged. What didn't go down well though, was the part where I told them the truth. That their partner was a criminal
Darius' POV The iron doors groaned open with a screech that echoed down the narrow stone passage. The stench hit me first and I fought the urge to gag and gourge my eyes out. The smell of death, suffering, rust, and sweat baked into the stones after years of confinement lingered around and even if I were to order a staunch cleaning of the place, I wasn't sure it would change anything.My footsteps echoed with eazgg footstep I took down the narrow corridor. As I walked, I didn't miss how the torches hung up on the wall spat weak flames in their sconces, just a enough to cast long, quivering shadows across the dungeon walls.Since I hadn't followed the guards, I wasn't sure where exactly he was being locked up in. Yes, I could have gotten one of the guards at the foot if the stairs to show me his cell, but I didn't want that. Maybe because a small part of me was yet to really believe that he was now behind bars, and I was the one who'd put him there. Luckily for me, and quite the o