I'M DOOMED
Avery's POV
"What are you doing here?" He asks me in a condescending tone after glaring at me with those deep beautiful eyeballs for more than three minutes.
He is sitting on a red sofa in this room that looks like his personal chambers. The interior decor of the room is so sleek and perfect. I wonder how much he must have spent to give it this beautiful expensive decoration. It is so beautiful. He must have loads of money to be able to afford this kind of lifestyle.
My legs are aching me already so I kneel backwards for ease. Shit! This uniform is so short. I wonder why they'll give out this kind of uniforms to maids, that's too weird. My creamy laps are of course beautiful but I am not here to sell my body.
Won't he think I'm trying to seduce him? Well, it's his mind let him think as he wants. I take my mind off that thought to answer his question.
"My name is Avery, my lord. I am one of the maids recently employed to take care of the castle. It is my pleasure to meet you," I smile broadly at him hoping that he would take this as a cue to let down his furrowed brows and guard.
However, he doesn't smile back, but he smirks rather. This sends chills down my spine. I just met him and I have gotten on his bad side. Oh Avery, the king should have known that you're the wrong person for this job. You are in deep mess. My insides are shivering but I try not to let it out. It would give him an edge over me.
Then to my surprise he smiles at me. This man is so handsome. He should smile often. Maybe I'll paint him one day.
"Oh, you're a maid here. Alright that's good. When did you start?" He asks me. Wow! I never imagined that he'd be this cool. Turns out that I mistook him to be one of those handsome jerks.
"I was recruited a few weeks ago, my lord," I reply him while I shift again in discomfort. I've been kneeling for over ten minutes now.
"Get up!" My eyes are pleading for a release. As if he is a mind reader, he says those words I've been dying to hear, and I jump up to my feet immediately.
"You can go continue with your chores. I do not want to see you at the fountain again," He issues a warning, his gaze staring deep into space. I wonder why he doesn't want me around the fountain. Could it be that there's something hidden there? Well, let's find out about that later.
I need no soothsayer to tell me that he holds his words in high esteem.
"Yes, my lord. Thank you. I'll take my leave now," I courtesy before him and take my leave out of the musk-scented room into the hallway.
The scents usher me out and I close the door after me. I release a deep sigh into the atmosphere. "
That was a narrow escape, you dumb skull. You had better become more careful now." I mutter to myself, smacking my head and walk to my room.
I get to my room and open the door. It's almost dark outside and we will have dinner soon. It will be the perfect time to send a message home. My first duty was to report how the castle looked like incase of an invade.
No one would suspect my whereabouts. I get some ink and a paper to scribble down my research. When I was at the fountain, I noticed a bush by the right hand side. It was as if it led to another place. Maybe it is where they keep something secret. I'll go find out later. I know it's going to be difficult to do, considering the tight security here, but I always have my way of doing things.
Father would be so proud of me. I miss him so much. I scribble down my findings and roll it in. Then I get a scarf and tie it over my head to hide my face very well.
When I open my door, I look to the left and right and when I am sure that nobody is watching me, I tiptoe along the hallway.
I spot prince Elias, going down for dinner. That means 'the water guy' is down already. Don't blame me for calling him that, I still don't know his name. I heard that the prince that locks himself indoor is Nicholas, and something tells me that he's the same prince, but I can't conclude yet since I'm not sure of it.
Father had told me that there'll always be a carrier pigeon three times a week. It should be there already. When I get out, the breeze hits me hard, it is now cold. I grip my scarf hard and walk towards the direction.
From afar off, I spot the pigeon on a tree branch. Oh yes! It's here already. I'm relieved that I do not have to wait for another few minutes. I don't want to raise suspicions.
My belly growls for food. I didn't have much for lunch. I just ate some bananas and took water. I have to go eat soon.
When I get to carrier pigeon, I tie the tiny satchel containing the note very well on its little foot. I have to tie it well so it doesn't fall off while it's flying.
If only I had known that someone lurk in the darkness watching me send the message home. I had absolutely no idea.
After I was done, I send it off. Turning around to go inside the castle, I collided with a hard surface and I wince in pain.
"Ah! There was no pillar here when I came in," I rub my forehead painfully, but stop abruptly as my hand make a contact with the surface I just collided with, it's not a pillar as I thought, it's a muscled chest.
"Who are you?" My words are taken back when I behold the person standing in front of me. It's the water guy! What! How and when did I get here?...
EPILOGUE --- AGAIN AND AGAINIt was a whole battle against a male confessor and his clan. The nightcrawlers came together to join forces with all the confessors to eradicate the male confessor once and for all. They all knew, that killing the male confessor is like catching lightning - His armies are might, large and filled with humans, confessors, Lycans, werewolves, and nightcrawlers.Only a few, a very little few are not under his command. They are all bent to his command and are willing to sacrifice themselves for the male confessor. With his mother forcefully beside him, ruling multiple large kingdoms.When he was only but twenty, Dylan decided to kill him, but he was caught. The male confessor commanded that each part of his fingers should be removed every hour, then he would finally be killed when the ten fingers and toes are gone.Dylan removed the leather gloves, revealing his lost fingers. "Damn," Nikki whispered under her breath."I had the power to outrun his army because
THE LITTLE BOY The nightcrawlers surrounded the eldest of the nightcrawlers inside their cave. They waited for him to speak up because they are all aware that he would have known about what is going on currently in the forest and with the confessors. "You all expect me to say something about what is going on currently in the confessor's city?" The nightcrawler asked. They all shook their heads and went their way. Deep down they were all scared. What really happened during those times? The nightcrawler sighed and glared at one who didn't want to leave. "What are you waiting for young one?" He didn't speak, yet he continued staring at the nightcrawler. He sniffed the air and at once the old nightcrawler knew something was disturbing him. "Talk young one. I won't sacrifice you." He assured. "The baby ---" "I know. I'm also thinking about what to do here. The baby must not live." "The baby is hours old now. Nothing can kill him as we speak. What about that sword, Elder Dylan?" It ha
HE IS REBORN."We will regret this. It is not about the question if we would. We didn't - No - You should have listened when I said we should go forward and search for her." Theresa, one of the midwives - also one of the greatest confessors that ever lived lamented.She sat down on the chair as she entered the room and others followed behind. "I know it is risky." The eldest of the midwives said and continued. "But, we all know that it is just written in the books and we have not seen for ourselves what great calamity would befall us. Maybe the people who came together to write this book see how powerful he is and would not want anyone to wield that kind of power again. Thus, tagging him bad from birth.""I would not say otherwise, but it is written for a reason. If it was never a threat to us all, I don't think they would have agreed to write the book.""Then they should have explained the consequences of leaving that child alive. No stories, only warnings. And if it had happened bef
THE BIRTH SYNDROMEIt feels a lot weird when you know you have a super power inside of you. Humans and supernatural beings bend to your will, and there is absolutely nothing they can do about it. It is incredible, but it comes with a disadvantage."Erhmm, Nicholas, can you help me with the cup of water on the table please?" Avery asked."I'm very busy currently, there are a lot of letters I need to write back to Blessingstoke and —" a stolen glare toward Avery kept him mute halfway. "Don't you dare use that on me, Avery." Nicholas stood slowly.Avery laughed and kept on laughing. "I'm not using it on you. See my baby bump, I don't want to move right now." She said amidst laughing.Avery is eight months pregnant. The midwives told her to get into care immediately, but she was adamant. When anyone tries to force her to leave for the care room, she would try to use her powers on them. Thus, they all backed off at one point in time.They heard a knock on the door. Nicholas was holding the
WHO KNOWS?A wasted life can never be returned. The consequences lie in the depth of shadows. He made a lot of mistakes, and it haunts him to this day. But, who will save him from his trespasses?It has been three months and everywhere has been peaceful both in Arbedour and Blessingstoke. The visit to Blessingstoke did wonders for the citizens of both cities, but never for their rulers. Charles followed the advice of Elias and he kept poisoning the mind of the king Beatrice kept advising the king to visit Arbedour and make peace with the alpha.In the middle of the second month, words went out about the king of Blessingstoke visiting Arbedour, but Charles got his way around it and it was delayed.FOUR MONTHS LATER"You said you won't listen to me?" Charles' voice sounded cold toward the king."What do you mean? I'm the king and my decision is final. I'm going to Arbedour to sign a peace treaty. Everything needs to stop now. For the future generation, we need to stop the war." The king
BETRAYAL AND LOYALTY"We are home!" Philippa, a young lady about Avery's height and age yelled as she entered the castle. Beatrice wouldn't believe her eyes - she shouldn't be back now - oh, she missed Avery."Philippa?" Beatrice called out her daughter. They embraced each other as tightly as they could."Mother." She smiled, closing her eyes to feel the moment she had craved for.There was an elderly woman beside Philippa. A few months ago, she was forced to follow Philippa to an unknown town And they spent most of the year there. "Mrs Stewart, welcome back." Beatrice greeted her.Amazed as she should be. "Is this the king's sister?" She asked."Yes, I am," Beatrice replied with a grin."The real you wouldn't have greeted me. It is weird." She said what was on her mind and didn't keep anything to herself."People change." Reginald walked majestically toward Mrs Stewart and gave her a warm hug."Reginald." She called him."I have missed how you call my name." Reginald smiled. "Avery w
THE EVIDENCE"Should we ask her about it?" Nicholas bent toward Avery. Avery glared at Beatrice."No, don't. Let's wait till after the wine and dine. Don't spoil the fun!" Avery yelled beneath her voice."Why did you have to yell?" Nicholas scowled."I didn't. I just have to maintain a voice you can hear with the high pitch noise in this tavern.""No one can hold his liquor better than me." A man with a gold beard and a loud voice bluffed after finishing a bowl of liquor."Did he really finish that?" Nicholas asked Avery."We are both watching Nicholas. Don't ask me questions like that. I'm still amazed." Avery glared at the dwarf."Let me prove it to you." Danika's solemn voice filled the room. Her actions brought more evidence to Nicholas.The eldest prince of the moonstone clan was the strongest liquor drinker in the whole of Arbedour until Danika challenged him and she won. Maybe that sums up the reason Elias hated Danika up till now."She behaves exactly like Danika." Nicholas la
A VISIT TO HELL"Who is next!?" Young Danika screamed from the arena. Nicholas was proud of his best friend who hasn't turned but defeated those that have with ease. No one like her because of this and they are looking for a person that can shut her mouth - she hasn't stopped yelling and no one was cheering - Nicholas would have, but as the son of the alpha, he is expected not to take sides."I said who is next!!?" Danika bluffed until a huge man came on stage.This was not supposed to be so. He shouldn't be there at the moment. He was not expected to fight at all, but people wanted her to lose. Nicholas complained to Devon, but he didn't listen."Father, this is murderer. She hasn't shifted yet and she will fight with Kakuna? Even I can't take him on without getting serious injuries." Nicholas complained."No, this would be total fun. Don't you believe in your best friend?" He replied with a grin. Maybe this day was the day he stopped calling Devon, 'father'.ANNOUNCER: THERE IS THE
YOU REMIND ME OF THE SCARSAnother beautiful night and the two lovebirds avoided each other as obviously as possible. Nicholas was glued to Reginald throughout after the king dismissed them from his presence and Avery stayed with Danika and Beatrice. The men sat with the butcher who was almost done with the kill and talked about sports and the following day which was hunting.Nicholas was lost in their conversation about sports, but it is entirely different from what he knew back at home. Reginald showed the scar he got from racing on a wild horse and the butcher joked about the fact that he is always butchering or arranging the meat into a sack. Tables turned and it was Nicholas' turn."What about you?" Reginald tilted his head sideway. "Have you gotten any injury or scars?" He asked before Nicholas could reply. "I know you guys heal or you don't?""Too many questions." Nicholas scoffed. "Well, I have a scar, but it is a long story. It is from the sports, but not actually from playin