(Before nightfall...)
“Leonor said he will be reporting at midnight,” My servant, Fish, informed as we stood by the crowd. I then glanced at the window with curiosity; it was still giving off evening signs.
“And what about the girl?” I asked next.
“I don’t think she is here, sire.” Was his reply.
Hmm.
She is a royal, yet she isn’t here. But the party has not started though; maybe she will be coming by any time sooner.
The room was getting crowded as visitors were piling up. Everyone is clothed with nobleness. That it shone together with the dazzling light of the glow stones. The place was wide enough for four full-grown dragons to fit and quite grand.
Well-furnished maroon tiles, an old canvas of dragons and human beings painted together on the domed ceiling, and a kindled crystal chandelier in the middle. A throne is nowhere to be found, and
“How dare you fail to show up yesterday, Rhys.” Fiona furiously probed as she fixes my hair at a bench by the garden. I was meant to be scolded today either, but with my aunt around, I managed to avoid that, yet sadly, they dismissed me from my hunting job and must remain inside the walls once again.---since I so-callingly broke an important protocol.“Ouch,” I softly mumbled when she accidentally pulled my hair a bit too harsh. Involuntarily, my gaze traveled upon my bandaged hands, resting on my lap. Then, it slowly averted onto this thin, white, average-length dress that my aunt forced me to wear today.How unpleasant“Look at you, you are growing old.” She madly spat with the voice I could hardly recognize, “Do not wait for love to find you and just go on, MARRY someone and leave this crappy place.”“Yeah, and be stuck with some crappy guy too, huh,” I coldly responded. She didn&rsquo
Damn, I can’t stand her, leaving just like that in the middle of a discussion. Where did she even go?I scratched my head as I remember how I waited for her to come back only to know she runoff.But looking back earlier, with that plain white dress she wore and her braided hair. I never thought she has such side, I mean, she looks good in it.Her behavior is a drawback though. She even blabbered about seducing someone; I am not planning to go that far, that bastard!---And she did not even thank me for lending her a hand to go home, how ungrateful that is.I left the mansion and fled back to Leonor’s resting place, planning to investigate. Who even bothered to start an assassination on such a prestigious day?---The place will obviously be well-guarded.My mind then flashed a memory. I don’t know but; it is bothering me, why she opened up to me just like that. It was kind of unusual for someone wicked like her.
Fierce untamed flames and flailing dreadful screams became my everyday bedtime story. It creeps into my mind, corrupting my once lively dreams into nightmares. I tried to bury it all deep down into my guts yet it only kept resurfacing, pleading to be released from this benighted prison of misery and sorrow, wishing to see the so-called light one more time.I realized I was the one foolish on that part. That these dark cold demons inside me crave for the warmth of the light even though they know they would perish, and I obliged them from that due to the fact that I cannot just let things go.Just because I am afraid to remember, I am afraid to feel too much. I have prolonged my agony for so long that it clouded me from recognizing freedom.After all those terrible years of being alive, I decided to let it go. I faced my demons head-on with the courage that I could muster. I devoted myself to ending this century-year-old suffering of mine once and fo
Too much happened today;A lit-up motivation to end my connection with her and then,---a waver.Surely, the past has nothing to do with her anymore; she is not the person they knew back then, but, why is it bugging me?I thought as I stared at the candle-lit wooden ceiling while lying on my bed.What made it worse is that she is loved regardless of her sins, and even though she is at her worse. The fact that those kinds of people, the good one, are the one who is still hoping for her to come back is unrealistic. I mean, is it even possible, for humans, to create such a pure and strong bond?How come someone still loves an evil-deprived person?What made them think she has hope?I heaved a deep sigh at these idealistic questions in my mind.Betrayal and greed,---that is their nature, so I guess, forgiveness and selflessness either, huh,I closed my eyes, deciding not to think much about it, but I failed when I rem
An intimidating silence somehow woke me up, just to find myself alone in a grim and prison-like room, as I rested my back on the wall. I tried to stand up, only to find myself cuffed from hands to feet which I just recently noticed. My hands are roped on my back and on my ankles too.“What happened?” I softly mumbled, trying to remember what came to pass.I went to visit Rhys by early midnight at the Bescheil residence to ask her about her upcoming birthday, only to hear she was not there. Well, my actions were quite questionable too, since it is already midnight, and I am known to be cold-hearted around her.Upon leaving, that was when I blackout. For heaven’s sake, who dares hurt a princess and store her in such a filthy place?!I glanced at my surrounding. The walls were made of mud bricks, a table far in front of me, and a wooden door on the left side of the wall that I am facing. The floor is made of stone. There are no windows, and
A damn miscalculation, that is what you get from letting idiots do the job. Everything always ends in disaster or surprises. Just like meeting a cunning girl or some annoying brat similar to this person in front of me.Her fair twisted blond hair plus her spotless and clear skin as wore a classy purple dress hinted her extravagant way of life. How does it feel, leaving your comfortable tower?“Geez, this bread is quite bland, don’t you have some cream or sauces to add some flavor to it?” She protested while chewing some of the bread I gave her as she sat in front of me, untied. She has been complaining about it a hundred times already. It is irritating me.I threw my Katana on the table, making her squeal with shock. It is to remind her she is a hostage and not some guest to feed. She isn’t even overwhelmed from this abduction and was acting like she is home.People here are horrible. They are accustomed to saving themselves that t
As I quietly sat on this dirty and cold stone tiles inside this mud-made prison, solely remembering how we even ended up here.After we reached Leonor’s grave, we found no one, no one but a fresh ‘R’ mark carved on a tree, which Rhys must have left for us to follow, leading us towards the gloomy woods until we reached this mound-like place.I fathomed she is aware of the situation, how?We were supposed to give a signal to the army, but this idiot ran towards the front gates swarming with guards like some fated hero while shouting “I’m coming for you, retarded sister!”“What the heck was that, Prince?!” I annoyingly shouted onto him as he was sitting far from my side while resting his back on the mud-brick wall. We are in some war zone now, let us put courtesy aside.“Geez, Theon,” He slightly laughed, forced one. “But we managed to enter this place unhurt, right?” He scratched
(Before the quake..)After leaving the two behind, I decided to investigate more. I was lucky and unlucky at the same time, to take a glimpse of the situation when I visited Leonor’s grave just to find something.A flying black dragon passed nearby my location. I am not interested actually, not until I recognized that curly blond hair of hers dancing with the icy wind on top of that dragon. I then followed their trail by keeping my eyes on it until I reached this place. I also managed to leave traces behind, hoping someone would even come there to look for it.I wonder if the dragon that fought Leonor is in this same group.Astrays huh, I wonder.Astrays are old enemies lurking around but I haven’t fought one though, since the other generals and Harith are mostly obliged to those kinds of works.Why did they suddenly suspect the Astrays? Did they find that piece of old paper?There is no dou