"I'm sorry." She finally said but she didn't sound one bit remorseful. Instead, there was a certain eagerness in those seemly ocean eyes as her gaze zeroed on his lips before moving back to his gaze.When he freed a hand from the support system he was relaying on, permitting him for his next act of slipping his finger underneath her chin instead, her eyes rolled shut for a brief moment and he frowned. "I miss you could get rid of that glove." She muttered, before she opening her eyes, a sly and suggestive smile making it up to her face. He wasn't in the mood for her little tease game tonight, one that she seemed to very much be in the mood for. He knew how it would end, in yet again another painful rejection, leaving him hot and bothered, while she allowed the promise she had made to herself to remain and an unbreakable wall between them.Besides, he still had that maid to question.When his frown didn't vanish, she grumbled. "I already said I'm sorry. Fine. If it happens next tim
"Let me take care of this, Your Majesty." Kestra's voice snapped him right out of his train of thoughts."I will try and find out the aura she had last been in contact with and we can trace it. Hopefully, it will give us answers."Eli sighed."If you had reported this to me immediately, this would not have happened."He just couldn't figure out why she hadn't come to him with the report. This had nothing to do with just a simple dress, this was his his castle, his Kingdom even, if something was going wrong, he had the right to know and fix it immediately. "I am sorry, your Majesty.""Your apology would do nothing to make proper amends to what your lack of proper calculatuon and dispense of duty has cost us." He finally turned to her now and the rage in his eyes made her fix her gaze to the dungeon floor. The putrid smell around them made it to her nostrils, the smell of the blood in the nearest cell finding it's way into her lungs. This wasn't the kind of death she liked. "Look a
When Kestra got into the room that had been set aside for her work, along with the dungeon workers that had helped bring the body into her room, her smile dwindled, completely vanishing after she had snapped her fingers for them to leave and shut the door firmly right after.The gems that hung around different spots in the room provided her dim lights of different shades, the only thing she believed they were used for. The sharp smell of different herbs as they clashed against each other filled the air and the bubbling sound of something boiling without fire some distance across the room in a big, black clay pot added a nice ring to it. Kestra took in a deep breath. By Ignas, this place was the only one that now gave her ease and peace......and responsiblities.Reminded of the task at hand, she look at the lifeless body that was at one side of the room, on the floor. The blood on her dress and face now turning into a shade of red that seemed stale. The King had asked her to give he
It was still a surprise to Mayti, everything that had happened tonight. How she had gone from being in the dinning hall with Kuftan by her side, to the dungeon and now free in the carriage to go back home. By Ignas, it was a wonder, but still she couldn't stop the slight shakiness of her body, as it remained tensed to any possible danger that might be lurking around. She wasn't out of the woods yet.She knew. Someone knocked on her carriage window and she jumped in her skin, startled beyond doubt, before she reached for it, hesitating even as she did that, till she couldn't stop herself anymore and just finally lifted the carriage's window. It was the face she had been expecting. Basti. The Village Head of Inaymi's most trusted warrior. He was at his master beck and call, serving him like a loyal dog. That had been what Mayti used to be to Kuftan until tonight. The built, bald man, smiled at her, revealing his gap teeth under the dim moonlight. He looked young enough to be t
Lies rushed right out of his mouth. "No, it isn't true. I was threatened. My master threatened me to this!""Take him away." The King ordered and he was dragged away, his strength nothing against the number and better strenght that defeated him. "I am very grateful your Majesty." Mayti said, as she stepped out if the carriage. "Thank you for helping me."The tears that streamed down her face, made it into a mess of scars and messed up make up, black watery stains running down her cheeks from her eyelids, revealing the blue bruise she had earlier done so much to hide. She bowed over and over again in gratitude. When one's trouble reached a certain height, even the greatest fear became nothing. Desperation was a mighty blindfold.Torn with what she had to do and the role she had to pay in the conspiracy, Mayti had wandered across the hall before dinner, scared that the plans they had would make her end up in the Dragon King's dungeon. She hadn't even been scared of exchanging her lif
The heavy gates of the underground dungeon swung open, the voice of a man as he yelled for his life echoed in the silence, the sound of boots against thundering against the ground accompaning it. "Your Majesty! Please, don't do this. I will change. I will no longer have my revenge! I am wrong, I accept!" His plea fell on deaf ears, as he cried more and more yet got dragged into the dark place that promised him nothing but more misery than he could ever fathom. This place of doom smelt of roasted flesh, and the air felt still with lifelessness. If death had a certain aura, a certain presence, it would be this one. "I shouldn't have killed my own bastard! He is like a son to me. How dare I take his life for something he had no control over. Let me serve you your Majesty, or let me rot in your dungeon. Anything but this." The dragging continued and he tried harder this time. "I will no longer kill my daughter. It doesn't matter how her father is!" When it seemed like his confession o
Aniya wanted to blame this midnight walk around the castle on Arlo but her son was very gentle and he hardly disturbed her sleep or demanded anything out of the ordinary needs of a baby. What had kept her up though was the beauty of this place. Everything looked so expensive and glamorous. The garden was a wonder, the fountain breathtaking and the hallways downstairs was filled with golden statues. Golden. They must be really expensive. Royalty must be wonderful.She patted her sleeping son gently on his back, a smile plastered on her face as she walked around. Her sister must be living a great life. The clicking of someone's approaching heels made her look behind her. It was the icy lady with silver eyes that almost made her freeze in fear, but her desperation to make the best use of this possible once in a lifetime opportunity pushed her forward and made her approach the lady despite her thundering heart. "My Lady, it is such a---" She bypassed her immediately, heading for
"I mean he saved your life."Belladonna frowned at the sudden emphasis.Why was she trying to get her to go to that room so bad?"You must want to see him, I know he is unconscious at the moment but still, the man that saved your life...""My deepest and greatest gratitude. Please, express them to him when he wakes up." Belladonna cut her off, already fed up of her rambling and to think that back in that past, she always tried to make time for it. Even had sleepless nights listening to her talk on and on about things that didn't matter so much. Not tonight. She was far too stressed about everything going on and she would be a fool to allow more stress into her night with this conversation.Aniya frowned. This was not the Belladonna she knew. What happened to her?"So you do not---""Yes, I don't want to see him. I am already doing the best I can, ain't her? Taking care of your child while you take care of him." She paused, patting the baby on his back as she watched the smile on An