Back to Persephone and Zadicus. After Kriss’ army left, they were left alone and she continued to glare at him constantly with rage building in her chest. Seeing his state overflowing her chest in dismal, the thought that her Zadicus changed so much shattered her heart. “I won’t forgive you.” She hissed, grabbing her thing but hissed in pain by the broken bone and shoulder. “I am not asking for it anyways.” He muttered, taking a step closer, offering to take her bag. Her shoulder was always in pain so she threw it at him but he caught it swiftly. “Treat your wounds first.” He said coming closer but she moved back. “I don’t even want to stay in your vicinity.” She hissed but he stood unaffected and she walked to Tristan. “Is there any medic?” She asked, looking around the battlefield where only enemies' bodies lay. Because Kriss took the bodies of his soldiers back to provide them a proper burial. “Yes. I will show you.” Daphne came out of nowhere before her, motioning her to
After a long walk, they reached the castle, their hideout.Everyone was skeptical about keeping Persephone here as if she left, she could spread the news of it but only if she managed to escape their trap.She had nowhere to go, she was utterly stuck here, with him.“Here we are.” Zadicus enunciated, glancing over his shoulder to her.She checked the majestic castle before her with a devil statue at the entrance, showing dark and gothic themes.It looked deadly by its existence and architecture.“So that’s Pure Menace.” Persephone hummed, holding her chin, scanning the castle.“Welcome to my domain.” He said, moving his hand out and the gates opened, showing unbreakable barriers.Everyone left on their way, leaving Zadicus and the Gray Demise. “Before we enter.” Persephone was about to take a step inside but Zadicus stopped her.“What?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows but he motioned Jade who attached a fetter to her one ankle but it had no chain. Only a lock around her left ankle
Trembling by the assertiveness of his words, her eyes widened in disbelief, moving back.“You will regret it.” She growled, curling her hands in a tight fist.Refusing to believe the man before her is the same person she called her lover.“I know I won’t. Your imprisonment in my arena is a dark desire.” When his deep voice expressed his desire, she felt appalled.“Zadicus.” Murmuring his name, she moved back but grabbed the chain on her ankle.“Ah, don’t.” He warned. He pulled her back, placing her under him, securing his hand across from her, indulging in her powerlessness.“Don’t you dare-” He cut her off seductively.“Ah, dear, Be careful of your words. They will determine your consequences so you better use them wisely.” He warned.“I cannot believe it’s you.” She whispered, disappointment glistening in her eyes.“Me too.” He whispered back, traveling his eyes from her desirable lip to her body and back to her flickering eyes.“You are not the man I loved.” She whispered, repulse
With a snarl, he pulled her to his level, locking his fingers in her locks, staring ferociously in her eyes.“You shouldn’t have called me this.” He whispered huskily, securing her in place to move with his rhythm and lose herself in him.“That's who you are.” She glared dead into his eyes but it couldn’t remain long when his hand slid under her shirt, sensing her quivers.His cold fingers moved over her skin, noticing her convulsions rushed in her veins by his touch, driving her mindless by his caressing.“D-Don’t.” She moaned, averting her gaze but he forced her to maintain eye contact.“Look into my eyes and feel it, Persephone.” He growled, turning his grip rigid on her, aware of the magic his fingers held on her skin.“Witness how you cannot deny my touch.” He continued, moving his finger to her back, back to the side of her body, imprinting his sensation on her skin.“How low.. You intend to fall?” She asked breathlessly, narrowing her eyes in dejection, unable to cope with the
Meanwhile when Zadicus and Persephone were in the room, others were present at the grand hall, minding their own business. Tristan was lying on a couch. Leona sat at its further corner as he put his leg over her laps. She frowned at his action to which he winked in return but ignoring it, she leaned back and asked. “What’s My Liege’s obsession with her anyways?” Leona asked, bewildered after seeing Zadicus’s mien towards Persephone. “You cannot fathom her worth in his perspective, Leona.” He sighed, his head on the armrest, one arm covering his face. “Still, Tristan. What is so great about that woman?” She whined, she wanted to perceive the reasoning. “Let’s consider her the peak of his gaze.” He hummed, closing his eyes, trying to sleep but it’s not possible in her presence. “Exactly. Why?” She said, slapping his foot away. “Stop asking the same question, woman. You are pissing me off now.” He growled, sitting up, glaring at her to leave and not bother him. “I am just curiou
“You should know by now, it’s an everyday ordeal.” He chuckled.Pulling her closer, smirking at her aesthetic features when they continued their walk.“Yeah…” She hummed.“So, you used to work for Juniper, right?” He asked as they walked down the garden.“Yeah.” She nodded.“When is she going back?” He asked as Juniper was not from Fier, she was from another continent and an illegal immigrant.“I don’t know. Her Highness granted her a few years.” She shrugged casually, Juniper was on recreation until she was called back.“I see. And you? Will you stay?” He asked the main question, worried she might not go back to her homeland.“I don’t think I have anywhere else to go anyways.” She said vaguely, scanning the exquisite garden with a feeble smile over her lips, indulging in the alone time she gained with him.“Glad to know.” He spoke to himself.“What?” She asked in confusion, unable to hear what he said.“Nothing.” He smiled, turning to her, taking her hand in his to feel the perfectio
Aziel This cannot be. It cannot be Persephone. Anyone but not her. Kriss thought, looking out from the terrace. His hands closed at his back, staring at the moon with distress affecting his mind but he bore with it, trying to forget what Tabit told him. “It can’t be her.” He said to himself, curling his hand in a fist. Just at the time, he was fighting his inner thoughts, His Majesty came, noticing his son’s worry which stole his sleep as well. “Kriss.” His Majesty called, coming closer, giving his shoulder a pat and standing beside him. “Father?” Kriss called, taken aback by his sudden presence. “You were missing at the ball so I thought I might check up on you.” He smiled gently, looking up at the sky like him, hoping to help his son in this state. “I am fine.” Kriss breathed out, hoping to not tense his Father. “Certainly not.” He chuckled, turning to his, resting his hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Listen, son.” Inhaling deeply, he began to say. “I
His Majesty called everyone for an emergency meeting to share the affliction hurting the inner peace of his land and to make everyone aware of what is about to come. Vera reached in the end, everyone was on their seats, waiting for His Majesty. “Where is Perse- Oh.” Vera was about to ask but paused, making an ‘o’ face. “How long do you intend to stay on that?” Kriss asked out of frustration, looking up at her. “What can I do? My heart refuses to believe she died.” She sighed, taking a seat as well, resting her one leg over the other. Leaning back in disappointment as she and Persephone used to bitch about everyone present and shared their amusement. “The sooner you accept it, the better it will be for you.” Kriss responded coldly, folding his arms at his chest. She scoffed and rolled her eyes only to see Cassandra and Logan with a frozen face, rubbing their hands together with rapid breaths. “And what’s with you two? Why are you so upright?” She asked, knitting her brows in co