As the sun's gentle rays filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow upon the surroundings, Faith found herself immersed in the thoughts of what happened a few minutes ago. Her gaze fixed downwards, she mumbled self assurance softly to herself, her thoughts consumed by the impending conversation she needed to have.Interrupting her solitude, Steven appeared, his brow furrowed with confusion as he observed Faith's nervous demeanor. Sensing her unease, he offered to talk right then and there, perplexed as to why she seemed so hesitant and he had many questions as well. "Faith, I have a lot of questions. Could you please answer them?" Steven asked slowly, not wanting to startle her. Shifting her gaze from the ground to meet his eyes, Faith felt a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. Her voice trembled slightly as she replied, "No... I can't talk now. But... but I do need to talk to you. You're the first good person I've encountered since I arrived here." Her words were laced wi
"Steven, my little boy!" "Steve, you are back from the trip!" The king and queen exclaimed in happiness as soon as they saw their youngest son getting inside the living room. They were having their morning tea. Steven had gone on a patrolling mission around their border for a week and he had just returned this morning. Steven was the youngest and most loving son of theirs. They pamper them more than they do to Kendrick. Kendrick doesn't mind because he loves his younger brother as well. "Good morning, father. Good morning, mother. Could I please talk to you both later? I am in a hurry." Steven said in a blank tone as he continued to walk toward the stairs after stopping to bow at them a little. He didn't even look at them properly. "You just returned from a very long and tiring journey. What are you in a hurry for?" The king stopped him and asked with a frown. Steven stopped after hearing him as well and turned around to look at him. The look of annoyance and displeasure were clea
"Hello, Steven. It's nice to see you after so long," Selena said, her voice dripping with false warmth as she entered the room uninvited. She held herself with an air of entitlement, her every movement exuding confidence. The unpredictable reaction of the brothers intrigued her, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips."Hello, Selena. I wish I could say the same about you," Steven retorted, his displeasure evident in his tone. He and Selena had never been on good terms since childhood, their relationship marred by rivalry and animosity. Growing up as friends, the connection between their families had thrust them into each other's lives, but their conflicting personalities had kept them at odds.But after what she did to Faith, she has been marked as a red card to his enmity list. He cannot tolerate evil souls. He didn't know what was going on in his brother's head, he needed to talk to him as soon as possible before he lost his temper."Why are you being so grumpy early in the morn
"John! Please come quickly! Our dear son is starting to regain consciousness," Lina, Jackson's mother, urgently called out upon noticing faint movements in her son's body.Jackson had been trapped in the clutches of unconsciousness for the past agonizing days. Kendrick, in his merciless act of brutality, had not only beaten him to the edge of death but also administered a concoction of potent medicines that left Jackson weak and feeble. The road to recovery had been an arduous one, spanning almost three grueling days."Jackson, my boy! Can you hear me?" John's voice brimmed with a mixture of relief and concern as he rushed into the room, his face marked with the weight of worry."John, we must summon the doctor immediately!" Lina's voice quivered with a blend of anxiousness and hope, fully aware of the critical nature of their son's condition. John nodded in comprehension, fully understanding the urgency of the situation, and hastened to make the necessary arrangements."Doctor! Nurse!
The sun began its descent, casting a warm golden hue across the quiet neighborhood. The door creaked open, revealing a tired and weary Faith stepping into her humble abode. The weight of the day seemed to press upon her slender shoulders, the lines of exhaustion etched deeply into her face. She had endured a long and arduous day in cleaning the complete training building. Her footsteps, slow and deliberate, echoed through the narrow hallway as she made her way towards the room where her little daughter, Echo, awaited her return. Faith closed the door gently behind her, the click resonating throughout the silent room. She let out a heavy sigh, releasing the pent-up tension that had accumulated within her. As Faith approached the room, she could hear the faint sounds of soft weeping, punctuated by tiny sniffles. A heaviness settled in her chest as she recognized the familiar sound of her daughter's sadness. Faith's pace quickened, her concerns growing, and she gently pushed open the do
The dimly lit corridor was lined with antique paintings and ornate, dusty furniture, creating an atmosphere of mystery and intrigue. The sound of Kendrick's footsteps echoed loudly against the polished marble floor, accentuating his frustration. His furrowed brow and clenched fists revealed his seething anger as he stormed ahead, completely ignoring Faith's desperate calls from behind."King, please, wait! Please listen to me!"Her voice filled with concern and desperation, called out to him. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as he stubbornly kept on walking, taking long strides. She has already lost him in the pile of corridors. She couldn't match his speed.He has already mind linked to his special guards to bring those bastards in this dungeon which is specially designed for torturing low lives. Soon a concealed doorway appeared among the myriad of paintings. As he turned a corner, his steps led him right into this hidden passage. The door swung open silently, revealing a secret hall
Kendrick stood outside the secret door of the dungeon to make sure there wasn't anyone standing outside. He didn't want anyone to find out about this place. When he didn't hear any sound near the place, he slowly opened the door. As he stepped through the door, he noticed a small petite body at the opposite side, leaned against the wall and laying down. Walking further toward that body, Kendrick discovered Faith lying asleep on the floor. His brows frowned as he couldn't hear her heartbeat. "Faith…?" He kneeled down and slowly called out her name, but received no response.Worry welled up inside him as he rushed to her side, gently shaking her to wake her up. However, Faith remained in a deep slumber, oblivious to his presence.Kendrick's worry turned into a mix of relief and tenderness as he realized she was unharmed and simply exhausted from cleaning the whole training building herself. He carefully scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Her head nestled aga
TWO DAYS LATER Inside the grand palace, anticipation filled the air as the workers diligently prepared for the upcoming gala. The corridors buzzed with activity as decorators adorned the halls with lavish tapestries, while florists carefully arranged exquisite bouquets to enhance the royal ambiance. Amidst the flurry of preparations, the future queen, Selena, took charge of the final touches, inspecting every detail to ensure perfection.Donned in her resplendent gown, Selena commanded attention as she strolled through the palace, her regal presence casting a shadow over the bustling servants. With an air of authority, she directed the workers, orchestrating the symphony of preparations for the grand event. Her sharp eyes scrutinized the placement of every decoration, her meticulousness driving the workers to deliver their best.In the midst of the whirlwind, Faith was going about her tasks, her heart pounding with nervousness. She was working with everyone today. Selena ordered her t