"Oh dear baby, what happened? Why are you crying?" asked Prince Erwin while he wiped my tears with his thumb.
Madam Alisya had thrown me to his chamber and left me alone with him.
"Tell me, Anna, who hurt you?"
"Why should I tell you? It's none of your business. We don't know each other. You're a stranger to me," I said as I slapped his hands.
The Prince lifted my chin and forced me to look at his face.
"Dear, you are very pretty, but you are a little rude. Do you know that you can be beheaded for saying something rude like that to me?"
"I know. You can do it if you want to. Draw your sword and slit my throat. Honestly, I do not know why I had to stay alive. Life and death are the same to me. Death seems happier since I feel nothing. At least I can meet my family at paradise." I said with tears in my eyes.
The Prince picked up a dagger from his work desk. Then, he pointed the dagger at my face, right in my nose, between my eyes.
"Close your eyes." The Prince said.
I closed my eyes, preparing to feel the pain, when a dagger stabbed my head. But, Suddenly, I heard the sound of the dagger falling to the floor.
"Open your eyes." The Prince said.
I opened my eyes.
"Why didn't you kill me?" I asked.
"Your bravery has to be applauded. I didn't expect you to be so brave to face death."
"I just didn't know what to do with the rest of my life. I miss my loved ones."
The Prince then took out a small glass bottle from his work-desk drawer.
"Do you know what liquid is in this bottle?"
"I don't know, my prince."
"This clear liquid is called night-shadow water. Drinking just a drop of it can kill you in a few seconds. You'll be drowsy and die painless, as if you were asleep, feeling no misery."
"Is that the reward for my bravery?"
"Yes, but..."
The Prince placed the transparent bottle in his left hand while his right fingers hands touched my face. He stroked my hair, then my ear, my cheek, my nose, and finally, his thumb brushed my lips.
"Think about this carefully, dear. Do you know what happens to a lifeless body? It rots, bubbles up, and is eaten by worms. That will also happen to your young, pretty body. You are still very fresh and sweet, only twenty years old. Don't you want to continue your life? Don't you want to meet the love of your life? So many beautiful things and happiness that you can't miss. You're sad and sensitive now, but your sadness will disappear in a few months. You Will forget your dead family. You are too young, too beautiful to die."
"It's weird. This palace feels very familiar to me. It's as if I've walked the halls of this palace many times before. And when I set foot in here, I knew I was here only to suffer. There is an ominous aura in this palace, Erwin. I don't belong here. And I don't wanna be here."
"How do you know? Can you read the future?"
"No, I can't. It's just my gut feeling. Besides, dying now or dying tomorrow makes no difference. I know what you want from me. You want me to bear children for you. After that, you will kill me, right?"
"I love your red hair, miss. Maybe if we get to know each other better, I will be able to fall in love with you."
"But I don't want to fall in love with a man loved by so many other women."
And he laughed at what I said.
"Miss, I don't like women."
I frowned.
"So you are into men?"
He chuckled again.
"I mean, I don't like to play with women like my father. My father worshiped his concubines too much to the point of neglecting his royal duties. I will make you my true friend, my lover, my lady. Your only duties will be to listen to me, accompany me through my days, laugh at my jokes, and whatever lovers and best friend. You will be my only confidant. We don't have to have sex if you don't want to. As your reward, I will give you a safe and comfortable life in the harem. How's that? Will you be my lover?"
I shook my head. The prince looked disappointed and handed me a clear bottle filled with the night's shadowy liquid. He placed it in my left hand.
"Drink it up. I offer you my love, and you still choose death." He said.
"You promise I won't feel hurt?"
"I promise you, my dear."
I spilled the entire liquid into my mouth. With one gulp, the night shadow entered my stomach.
Prince Erwin suddenly picked me up and laid me on his bed. He then lay down right next to me.
"Tell me." He said.
"Tell you what?"
"Your true feelings."
"I am not feeling that bad. I'm happy to die painlessly while looking at your handsome face. May I tell you my final confession, master?"
He nodded
"You are such a beautiful human being. They say you are heartless, but I think, deep inside, you have a tender heart."
"Oh dear, you don't know what I did on the battlefield. They call me a demon who loves to shed human blood. What makes you assume I have a tender heart?"
"I see deep inside your eyes. You're a person with a soft heart."
"May I say my final confession too?"
I nodded
"I also feel like we've met before, Anna. I feel like you're an old lover coming back to me. I never felt like you were a stranger. Like... we used to be so close... Back then, I felt like, your red hair was once the sun in my dark world. But I can't remember who you are now."
I smiled sincerely at him.
"Goodbye, Erwin."
Then, I lost consciousness.
Through her tears, a radiant smile blooms on her pretty face."Oh my dearest master. My little heart could endure all the pain and sorrow I've been through. But, it couldn't endure the joy that comes from your truth. I am dying because of the joy."Her hand reaches out. Her fingers trembling slightly as it seeks his touch. Her fingers reach up to brush away a tear from his cheek."And forgive me, my lady... How i regret for hiding the truth from you. If only... If only I were bold enough to confess our love in front of my family. To leave my highborn life behind, to elope with you. None of this would happen. And i regret that from the bottom of my heart. Forgive me, my lady.Jean gazes at her, vision foggy from tears welling up. Her soul belongs to her, but her body has changed. Her face is still the same, yet in this life she is far more pretty. Her eyes changed from brown to purple. She is not his, not in this life. Another love, another life, and another purpose await her.She look
"You... Do you wish me to leave, master? Even before knowing what I want to tell you?"For Jean, the longer he looks at her, the less sure he is to keep her for Erwin. She had to leave soon before he changed his mind. Her beautiful, purple eyes might tempt him to kiss her."Leave me alone. Never show your face to me again. Never. Never." He said with a firm voice, almost like the tone he used when he gave a war speech.Anna's heart wrenched as she felt the "seriousness" in her master's voice. It's valid; he doesn't want to see her again. A choked sob escaped her lips, followed by a torrent of tears that streamed down her face. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as her tears welled up and spilled over. She fell on her knees, feeling déjà vu when her master sent her to the Kingsley Palace centuries ago."I will leave. But, take this with you. Press this crystal right against your heart. And you will see everything about us," she said as she put the crystal right in his doorway. "I wis
For centuries, Jean wandered the earth, his once clear purpose becoming a distant echo in his immortal existence. He walked through countless epochs, observed civilizations rise and fall, and saw the face of the world change in ways he could never have imagined. As the years turned into decades, and decades into centuries, the world around him became a blur. The faces, the names, the places - they all began to merge into one, an indistinguishable haze of experiences. The figure of Anna, the woman he had once loved so deeply, started to fade from his memory, her image distorted by the countless faces he had encountered. His mind, once sharp and focused, was now clouded with confusion. Memories of his past life seemed like fragments of a dream, disjointed and elusive. The love he had for Anna, the promise he had made to Thanaros, all were lost in his distorted mind. He lived among humans, but he was not one of them. He was an ageless being, trapped in a cycle of endless wandering and
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The dungeon was like a nightmare, where light ran away and sounds vanished. As Jean entered the suffocating darkness, a sense of dread gripped him. He followed Gregory, each step echoing on the cold ground.Finally, they arrived. The cell was an echo of despair, its iron bars a cruel barrier, separating its occupant from the world beyond.Jean, filled with determination, approached the iron door of the cell, the heavy metallic scent invading his senses. With a cold, heavy key that Gregory have him, he unlocked the door, the grating sound echoing through the silence. As he stepped inside, the gravity of the moment weighed heavily on his heart, he will soon reunite with the woman he loved with all his heart, Anna.And there, in the heart of this darkness, was Anna. She lay motionless on the cold stone floor, her once vibrant spirit extinguished. Her hair, once full of life, was now matted and lifeless. The clothes she wore were nothing more than tattered rags, a testament to her sufferi
"Where are you off to at this late hour, husband?" Lady Yessica, Jean's wife, exclaimed with a mix of curiosity and concern, squinting as she noticed Jean's surprisingly formal outfit. "Why did you get the carriage ready? Everyone in the castle is sound asleep."Jean paused, he carefully chose his words. "I... I need to visit my old friend, Lord Kingsley, Yessica," he finally replied."Or is it your old slave? Are you going to see her, Jean?" Yessica questioned sharply. Her gaze bore into Jean's, searching for any sign of deception.Jean feigned confusion as if he didn't understand Yessica at all. "Who... who are you referring to?""Anna. Don't think I haven't noticed," Yessica's voice trembled with hurt and accusation. "The way your eyes betray you when her name comes up? The way you've kept her picture all these years? I'm your wife, Jean, not a fool.""My lady..." Jean began, his voice tinged with guilt, struggling to find the right words to ease Yessica's pain.But Yessica cut him