The next morning, Felix and Ruth, having the duty to care for the food, were serving breakfast.“There you go.” Felix smiled, handing Ruth the food as she was setting it on the dining table.“Thanks, Felix.” She smiled back, setting things up and Leona was the first person to enter the room.Her mind had utterly forgotten about yesterday, yawning while running her hand in her hair. “Leona, call everyone for breakfast.” Ruth said, tugging her hair behind her ears, smiling at her.“Fine.” She muttered, blinking to regain her senses and leaving to call everyone and deliberately went to see Tristan for the end.So by the time he reaches there, the food turns cold and they both have to eat it. With a bored face, she walked closer, not interested in running her mood by talking to him in the morning.“Ay, Tristan.” She called but her steps halted when she saw Tristan and Jade.She was wearing Tristan’s shirt as they both walked out with his hand on her shoulder, talking, giggling with each
After breakfast, Jade had some work to do so she left Tristan- too much to his disappointment. He was in the garden with Persephone. She was hugging her knees, making an almost crying face, dejection dripping from her as they were sitting on the grass. “Zadicus told me everything.” She breathed out, holding herself tightly. “I see…” He hummed coldly, noticing her tensed features. “Deep down, I always believed he had a reason, something else but as the time passed.” She began to tell him her thoughts, to share her pain with him. “He didn’t come, Kriss told me nothing… I just-” She paused, losing her strength, biting her bottom lip to contain her ache but failed. “It’s not your fault, You saw with your eyes and people tend to believe what they see.” He shrugged, patting her shoulder to soothe her. “So what’s wrong? Your reactions and words were natural.” He said softly, giving her a feeble smile to soothe her. “It’s not your fault. You reacted the way any person would, so don't
AzielKriss was losing his forbearance by the passing time, things were slipping out of his grasp and he was impotent to maintain his posture.“What should we do now? How are we going to find number 3?” Cassandra asked with a shrug when they were at the courtyard.“We need to keep a keen eye on him. He had concealed his identity enough.” Kriss’s strict voice came, earning a nervous glance from them.His rage was unfathomable for them to perceive, to find the most collected man in a state of pinch.“I can’t believe we had a traitor right under our nose and we couldn’t know.” He growled, curling his hands in a fist.They both took a step back instinctively, feeling the ire emitting from him and it emerged when he punched the wall nearby.“Dammit!” Growling, he imprinted a crack on the wall, fumes radiating from his aura as the rage blinded him. “His Highness, please, calm down.” They tried to make him understand but to no avail.“How can I? Everything is at stake, we are losing terri
Sir Laire was looking out from the balcony of his place with a grimace hovering over his stoic features, uncaring of what was happening.He knew what they were thinking but his heart didn’t waver once, exhausted from emotions, none of it mattered to him anyways.“Hmph. So they are now keeping me under surveillance.” He scoffed.Folding his eyes to witness the break of the dawn with no emotions on his dead face.“What are you going to do now? It’s a matter of time before they find out.” A voice asked him from behind, standing in the shadows to conceal its identity.“If that is how it is supposed to be then so be it.” He sighed.Pinching the bridge of his nose when the glorious rays of sunlight emerged, dispersing in the sky.“So you’re going to risk your life?” It asked, frowning at his stubbornness, refusing to leave.“Why don’t you come back? You have stayed here, served this land enough.” It insisted, deep down knowing it’s futile to convince him.“Look at my age, I won’t regret it
At night, Logan and Cassandra were clenching and unclenching their hands out of distress, praying they wouldn't mess things up. “Let’s do this, Logan. We have to prove our worth.” Cassandra’s encouraging voice came. Curling her hands in a fist, resolves glistening in their eyes to not falter and show their abilities. “You are right, we must maintain our position. Our pride.” He nodded back. They were thrilled to no extent, delighted to have such an important mission on their first time, willing to devote themselves to it. “Yeah, I want to be considered on the same level.” She agreed, excited for the edge of the job and bringing good news. “You are. It’s your fault for considering yourself inferior.” Tabit’s dead tone came from behind, staggering them. “What?!” They whisper-yelled, not expecting it. The idea of equal position made their hearts race in anticipation. Tinting their cheeks in pride. “You are a title holder now. Years of experience means nothing. You are on the sa
When he asked, Tabit and everyone came out. Logan was one of the few people who learned under Sir Laire’s shade. His heart clenched but he cannot defy his duty. He was no longer his teacher but a traitor. A threat he must eradicate, he cannot involve personal emotions in this. “Sir Laire.” Logan whispered his name sadly when they all walked out from their hiding spot. Disappointment flashed in their eyes to find him inane at the moment. Lost before burning hatred which led him here. “Ah, the new Title Holders and Tabit.” He smirked, noticing their presence before turning to Lark. He stood up, sighing deeply, resting his hand in his pocket before walking away. Unnecessary fights were not a part of his duty, he protects, not fights so he walked to the corner. “Why, Sir?” Logan asked sorrowfully, holding his heart with a woeful face. “Why? It was utterly obvious.” He hummed, walking further, putting his hand in the air casually, telling him. “I didn’t have a family of my own,
Pure Menace"My Liege." Zadicus was sitting on his throne, his eyes were closed to consume into darkness."Hmm?" Humming, he motioned Avin to continue. "Sir Laire is dead. He took his own life." Avin told him hesitantly, fearing his reaction but instead he opened his eyes slowly.A gleam of ire reached the edge of his eye but faded it entered to which he sighed.It was predictable yet the death of his Uncle made his heart clenched. It truly hurt him.‘Another funeral I was unable to attend.’ He thought sorrowfully."I told you but no..." Mumbling, he shook his head in disappointment, pressing his back further against his throne.Inhaling deeply, all his glimpse of emotions faded in the air replaced by an unbreakable austerity, grimace lingering on his face with a strict order."It's our final signal. We can no longer sit back. Call all the commanders." Swallowing hard, Avin bowed before him and nodded before walking away to call everyone, "Yes, My Liege."On the other hand, Perseph
"Whatever." Muttering, Tristan rolled his eyes off but couldn’t help but to narrow his eyes on her, watching her leave. “Let’s just hope you survive the forest.” He mumbled under his breath. Praying she would. Couldn’t bid her with a deathwish anyways but he deeply wanted her to survive. Persephone ran away, watching everyone out, trying not to get caught by anyone and surprisingly no one was present either. They were going to see Zadicus in the throne room at grave orders, giving her further access to leave. “This should work.” She smirked, looking around to find something else in the kitchen but no utensil could help her in surviving a gloomy forest. But thankfully she managed to grab a knife to protect her out in the wilderness. She managed to escape the castle quietly but her true trouble was to survive in this forest. She had no magic, no weapon. All alone in this menacing place. She had to survive, manage to live here on her own with no special powers. An ordinary hu