Later, a conference was called among the nobles to discuss the damage done to the country which was irrecoverable. “Damn you, Zadicus! His marauding devastated my country!” His Majesty growled, slamming his hand down after hearing the terrible reports taking place. “I apologize, Father. Engaging in a fight or any action could have been fatal for both of us.” Kriss sighed, apologizing for letting him go. Cutting the part he let him go. “No, It’s okay. I surely do not prefer my country to fall apart over a fight.” He sighed, leaning back, holding his forehead due to extreme stress after seeing the crucial state of Aziel. But his eyes fell upon Persephone who held a harsh feature on her face, jaw clenched with dead eyes but smiled, pointing at her. “Ah, I am glad Persephone was there to handle this. I am so proud of you.” The praise from His Majesty caught her off-guard. Her mouth gaped, turning to him, blinking because all her focus was on Kriss’ words and her actions that are i
Back to Zadicus’ Castle; Pure Menace.The commanders returned after a hectic night, indulging in their own company.Leona and Ruth were walking down the corridor to the western hall only to find a certain man sleeping there, his muscles ripping from his shirt.Hands covering his face, snoring in his sleep, deeply relaxed but frowning deeply at his tardiness, Leona hissed.She walked closer, putting her hand on her waist, mocking him to break his rhythm of rest.“Well, well, look at our honorable asshole, Ruth, who didn’t bother to come at the riot.” She ridiculed him, smirking but the fury on her face was clear.The leniency he gained was pissing her off to do whatever he wants and no one questions him.“Ah my, must have been hard for your weak leg to get up and follow a damn order, right, Sir Tristan?” She continued to deride him but snarling that she broke her sleep, he removed his hands.His stoic handsome features with the perfect tan complexion, glaring at her, plopping on his el
They stopped whatever they were doing and turned to him, bowing with their hand on the chest. “My Liege.” They all called him, not lifting their gazes from the ground until he waved his hand to gesture to them to ease up. “Avin.” He called coldly, mind lingering about what happened, her words, her sight, afflicting his mind. “Yes, My Liege?” He asked, trying to remain unaffected about everything and focus on his work more than someone’s words. “How many of us made it?” He asked, glancing at Tristan and others for a second before turning back to Avin. “I am afraid, My Liege. We lost seven of our commanders.” Avin said, looking down, worried by his reaction because his wrath would be unbearable for them. “What were their ranks?” He asked because if they were among his best ones, all of them were going to be in great trouble. He placed his trust on his top seven and the rest are only sacrificial pawns and if the top seven dies, he would ensure he avenge their death, they all mean t
“What can you do for me?” Persephone asked, pressing her palm on Zadicus’ chest, staring intensely into his affectionate gaze. He smirked, putting his hand over hers, creating an everlasting link of eyes, whispering the honest reply, “I can abandon this world for your sake.” Persephone all alone, looking out while hugging herself recalling a painful memory which broke her heart terribly. Lowering her eyes, she stared at her hand, whispering with difficulty. “But, you left me for the world…” Seeing him again was too painful for her, watching him after all those years brought back the unwanted memories. His one glance dug the pain she buried, her imagination where they have fallen apart is not wavering. And their distances are killing her. Why did you come back? Why are you torturing me like this? Is it easy for you? She thought, pressing her hand on the balustrade. Her lips were trembling, eyes were filled with moisture but she took a deep breath to suppress it. “Why are y
Kriss was the strategist of their upcoming war, explaining their formation to everyone. All the leaders of the army were present at the garrison building, knowing it’s a difficult time but they have to pull through it.Kriss Emette, War Strategist.Persephone Sage, The Army General.Randall Quint, First Unit Leader.Zen Parez, Second Unit Leader.Alaya Miller, Third Unit Leader. Getting a pretty rough idea where their battle might take place as he was discussing it with the rest of the members. “Aziel’s army is divided into four parts. The Army Units- our main unit under Persephone’s orders. Imperial Guards- Royalty under Vera’s orders.” He began to say, pointing at the map of his country. “Security- For Barriers and internal peace. We have lost forty percent of our unit in the riot along with Elders who maintained the borders. Our security is in grave danger.” He sighed at the unfavorable condition they are going through, the phase which might become a call upon their demise
“To prove your devotion to your land.” Everyone including Persephone gasped at his absurd statement, eyes widened in appall to think he actually said it.Moreover, in front of everyone. An ultimate middle finger.“What!?” She whisper-yelled, scrutinizing the area, the astonishment on everyone’s face.The looks.She couldn’t fathom, holding a higher position would; at a point require her to prove her loyalty towards her kingdom.“You can’t be serious, Kriss…” She whispered, eyes overflowing with flabbergast, shaking her head in denial.I am sorry, I hope you could forgive me for this. He thought sadly but he has to do this. She wanted to think she heard him wrong, she misheard but to no avail.He truly commanded her.“His Highness, what are you saying?” Zen asked, tensed by this whole ordeal growing wild between them.They wanted to halt the tension created between these two but failed. Nothing could undo what words which escaped.“Don’t interfere, Zen.” Persephone stopped him, not b
“And what will you do if I do the same thing that happened to me?” He asked, straightening his back with a sinister smirk coming to his thick lips. “What?” She trailed off, not getting the context of his words. “What if I exile you? Make the country for whom you can die to ravage your life and throw you away?” He asked, approaching her slowly. “What if I fake a scenario and make you seem as if you are working for me and then..” He paused. “Get you banished?” He completed his sentence in a low laugh. The menace emanating from him made her heart race in dread because she knew she wouldn’t be able to save herself if it happened. “No.. you wouldn’t dare, Zadicus.” She whispered, eyebrows twisting together into disgust. “Why not? Let’s share the same doom.” He shrugged, standing in front of her. “Let’s experience the same things. Feel what I felt.” His smirk converted into a wicked smile, leading down to her ears. And he whispered seductively in her ears, “Feel my hatred.” She sh
“I regret that I ever loved you, I regret that I died for you, I regret each memory I shared with you.” He continued to pour his heartfelt wishes.“Those times when I offered my breaths, pray for you. I hate all of them. I wish I could rip them from my core.”Her eyes widened in appall. She didn’t know he didn’t mean any of those words and yet it shattered her. “I wish I could kill our memories, our past, our bond.” Me too. Her lips parted to pursue two words but she couldn’t.Before his outburst of emotions, she released a tear of anguish, eyes widened in disbelief, lips quivering.“And I-” He immediately stopped when he saw the tear in her eyes, mouth gaped, trying to perceive but paused simply.“Then leave my life forever. Leave my streets and never return to me.” She managed to speak.Her voice was even lower than a whisper, she lost her strength to argue at this point.“Why are you still here? If my presence is such a nuisance, if you hate me then why are you here?” She asked.