Shia stared in horror as the dark, inked figure of a bird – a heron, perhaps – became more and more pronounced at the left side of his highness’ bare chest. She would have remained in trance if she did not realize that Prince Langrion’s left eye has started glowing fiercely in time with the appearance of the marking in his body.
“Cover your eyes!” she began to frantically shout at Lady Khailis, and the girl heeded her instruction immediately.
Shia began removing his majesty’s mask, and saw that the menacing red glow was starting to become fiercer and fiercer despite the physical contact she had with the prince. It has also started affecting his majesty’s other eye, making him look more like a monster instead of a person.
Shia’s heart beat began to escalate even further. ‘What the hell is happening?!’ she asked herself. The figure on his chest started to turn blood-red as well.
Without a thought, Shia began weaving a dome of vine to separate his majest
“You do realize that you two sounded like old couples when you argue, right? You remind me of my own mother and father back home,” Lady Khailis fancifully mentioned afterwards when the heat of their disagreement about the Mark of the Beast and the prince’s future have already dissipated. By then, his majesty had recovered enough of his strength, and they were now able to continue their journey back to the camp. The two of them sat a top of the horse with Shia in front and his majesty controlling the reigns. “The Mark of the Beast, I have seen it in Soccora,” Shia began to say after a while. She looked up and met his majesty’s remorseful stare. “If the story I had just heard was true, then you must have been under the Devil’s control three months ago when my parents and siblings died. That must be why you cannot remember any of it...” “I-I’m sorry...” he began to say. “Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. It was not you who killed them. It was the Devil who
The soft, wavy flow of her silvery white hair, the way she smiled, and the way that the woman starred back from the portrait looked exactly like Shia. The only difference was that she had a pair of hazel-colored eyes while Shia’s were of a darker brown hue. “It’s so scary! I cannot tell the two of you apart!” Khailis exclaimed while flipping her gaze from Shia and back to the woman in the portrait. “I didn’t realize it back then, but I think this was the reason why you looked so familiar to me when I first saw you in the woods,” the prince whispered to her. “Who is she?” Shia inquired, gasping at the apparition she was seeing. “She,” a voice from behind them spoke, “is the lady of this house – Duchess Tristal Mariana Andry.” The three of them were met by a tall woman in her early forties with silvery hair that was tied neatly in a bun. Her eyes looked kind, and they started shedding tears as she came closer towards them. “By the gods o
The heaps of tears turned into so much vibrancy and happiness as the long lost child of the Andry household and her grandmother chatted of old times and tried to get to know each other better. Although, as their conversation shifted to the part about Prince Langrion’s and Shia’s apparent ‘meeting’ and ‘engagement,’ the exchanges of words took its turn for the worse.It started when Shia mentioned meeting the prince in a cave.“What? You spent the night together in a cave?” the poor duchess’ eyes went wild with alarm and fright.“Ah, he... he fell into the water, and I-I rescued him,” she said quietly. The two of them failed to rehearse this part of their story, but knowing that the mere mention of the words ‘cursed ones’ or ‘hunters’ would have given the duchess a greater heart attack, she simply declared the cave as the initial place of their meeting. Prince Langrion did h
“I am not the slightest bit afraid,” Langrion said. “I don’t want any other bride... I-I think I have already come to love you.” Perhaps it was the weariness from the travel and from all that have happened on the past few days, but the words already came out of Langrion’s mouth before his mind could recall them back. As his own words sunk into him, his ears and face turned so crimson and became so heated up, it felt like he was having a heart attack. Thankfully, Shia looked as if she was already fast asleep. If he were lucky, she will not remember any of it. Everything will remain as it is; everything will still go according to plan... Then reality hit him... ‘I love her,’ he thought desperately. This was not part of his plan. He just needed her to be by his side for some time while he looked for a way to break his curse. He could not afford to love someone, or anyone, for that matter. What if he does not find a cure? Or worse, what if the Devil, the
Langrion tried to hide the deafening beating of his heart against his chest as Shia innocently inquired, “What other reasons do we have for our engagement?” His mind raced to think. “There are many reasons...” he started. He was trying to buy some time for himself, but Shia’s big and beautiful eyes and her wonderfully-shaped, fragrant body seemed to cloud his thoughts. “First, I am positive that Nana would kill me,” he said She laughed in an amusing way. “Actually, she discouraged me to accept your proposal.” “She did?” “Yes. He said you were a mere boy and that you would never dare to formalize the engagement. She was so surprised when you did.” “I will always be a mere boy to her. She practically raised me when my mother died.” “I see...” Shia remarked. “I also promised to protect you,” Langrion said. “From what?” “From the Capitol.” She seemed to ponder on a thought for a moment. “I have alway
If Shia thought her encounter with the man by the dirt road was bizarre enough, she did not know that things would only just turn stranger and more irritating as her day went by.Shia and Khailis were each able to heave a sigh of relief as their carriage finally drove out of the manor’s front gate. Shia didn’t go down from the carriage to bid her goodbye to the duchess and the baroness and only looked at them from the small carriage window to avoid any questions that may arise from her ruined dress. It was a bit unconventional, but thankfully, they bought her excuse that she was too excited to see her dress for her to crawl back down from the carriage and properly say her good bye.Thankfully, Khailis did have a cloak inside her carriage that can be put over Shia’s dress. Upon closer inspection, however, Shia could not decide which one is filthier: her dress or Khailis’ cloak that she admitted to have kept in the carriage’s storage box for
“Please don’t lay a hand on him. He said he did not mean it.” Shia blurted out before she can even think straight. She held the maiden’s hand firmly, which seemed to enrage the girl even more. “Who do you think you are to lay a hand on me?!” the maiden shouted out at her. “You look even filthier than that kid!” For the first time, Shia became aware that she was only wearing Khailis’ dirty, old robe with nothing else but her undergarments within. She started to turn slightly red from embarrassment. However, she did not let that fact to deter her to speak her mind against the girl. “He’s just a child, and he already said sorry...” “Sorry won’t be able to buy a clean set of dress, won’t it?” the girl roared as her golden locks dazzled in the sun. Her olive-green eyes glittered menacingly at Shia, but she still looked quite charming. Shia would have looked in awe at her beauty if she weren’t acting like such a spoiled brat at that moment. Shia saw
Langrion’s voice sounded sinister as he breathed his words, “Didn’t you know that it’s bad luck to lose a shoe, deary? And it’s even a far worst luck to meet some stranger in the woods at this dreadful hour...” After he spoke these words, he grabbed one of Shia’s arm, which made her lose her balance. With a loud thud, they crashed together hard on the ground. Shia’s head seemed to spin a little from the fall. When she came about, she realized that Langrion’s muscular body had landed on top of her. She tried to move about, but she can’t. She looked down and saw that his face had buried itself near her stomach, but his hands gripped both of Shia’s shoulder so forcefully that it hurt quite a lot. “Let me go, Langrey. You’re hurting me,” Shia said. She was waiting for Langrion to laugh at her anytime now and tell her that he had simply missed a step or that everything was a joke. She waited, but he said nothing. A twinge of panic began to rise in the pit of her s