“I’ll leave now. When I come back I want everything eaten or serve me tonight too.” She trembled in rage with his obscene demand. “Oh, and don’t get in the way of the servants.” Her breath was ragged as she debated her next move. It was physically hurt her to not use her aura on him to get her revenge but looking at him leaving, alarmed her. She was quick on her feet as she ran behind him barefoot. “Where is Eloise?” She called out to him desperately, grabbing his arm “Eloise… that servant?” She held her breath as he craned his head with a taunting smirk. “That’s an interesting question. Let’s see… she’s out of our hair, for sure.” Her breath hitched. Out of hair? What does that mean, was she perhaps dead?! “You- You promised!” She exclaimed, barely holding her tears in. “Do you have no blood or tears left?!” He turned around and his cold eyes skimmed over her messy but neat appearance. She was just as delectable as she was the night before. Her enchanting blue eyes seduced him
As expected of her she sat by the window as the maids swept the room silently grumbling and sneering at her. When they called out to her, she pretended not to hear. ‘What good would come out of it anyway?’ The only reason she wasn’t wailing with her head buried in the blanket was because It reeked of him, like everything else in this room. She had tried to leave but the guards stationed outside were persistent in keeping her here per the King’s order. She didn’t cause a ruckus as it would reduce her chances of seeing Eloise one last time. Every one of them left one after another as she relaxed her posture but a voice alerted her. “Princess.” Curiously, Laylin turned her head at the familiar voice, lifting her head and crumbling her dress under the table. Her eyes widened and her hands shook as she recognized the person very well. “Princess Laylin.” Agatha deeply bowed, before sinking to her knees in front of her. She extended her hand and Laylin's eyes fell on the gleaming famili
With a sigh, she slumped down on the bed. One thing was clear. King was just as much a vermin as any other. Sayo was apparently Sayon’s brother. Sayo was a demon which made Sayon a demon too or at least a half-breed. It just infuriated her further. The law here was twisted to suit those in power. But it also meant the King didn’t personally harbor resentment against these minorities. Eloise, at least, won’t be a victim of hate crime. As her despair set in, she thought she should get something to eat. Who knows what she will have to face once he returns? She needed to gather her strength. After all, she couldn’t afford to show signs of her fatigue. Immediately she moved to grab the food the maids had changed twice, setting some out on a plate and placing it on the table. She only chose light food she thought she could stomach. While she knew she needed to eat more, she couldn’t find it in herself to swallow any further after the hectic day she had. Despite not being hungry, she sho
“The Ehanian Princess isn’t human.” He paused to give Ambrose enough time to come to terms with he shock, but the King seemed unfazed. “…But then again, you probably already know,” Sayo muttered. Ambrose thought profusely of the whole thing and he was sure there was something more amiss about the girl than his blood-poison that was running through her veins. Honestly, he had expected her body to refute the intrusion and for her to die but she didn’t even look like she was in pain. Jerking his head, he turned to the demon who was bound on his knees with iron chains. The demon smirked in derision despite the metal scalding his flesh, “You must have thought I was jesting when I warned you.” The King calmly said. Sayo bowed his deeply to the half-demon in front of him with a flushed face out of pain and strain. With his skin scalded and blisters ripped, he looked horrible. The last few hours had been hell for him, but he still held on to the hope that it will be over soon. He was ri
“Do you wish to see your servant or not? I’m short of time and the shifts are about to change.” Laylin jerked up straight with her mouth gaping. She had assumed he would come up with an excuse after what her ex-governess said. She had assumed Eloise was dead and was planning to torment the King by pestering him. “Are you taking me there right now?” She carefully asked, looking out of the window. It was dark outside, almost midnight. He was staring at her with a mix of strange emotions, feeling queasy. She turned her head away. He was curious about the nightmare she had but when she seemed this reluctant to let him dwell on it, he decided to ask her later. Laylin too didn't wish to relive it again. She was scared and the worst part was she couldn't recall what she was afraid of or what she saw. He gave a nod, looking away from her beaming smile. “From what I know, she’s planning to leave the capital. You only have tonight.” “I-is that so?” she asked slowly, her head turning jerkil
In these guards' life, it will be their greatest misfortune if they were to catch this King on his secret trip. Looking into his eyes in the dim lighting, she felt her whole body numb under his administration before she finally summoned the courage to push against him. His head turned to her before he wordlessly stepped away from her. The commotion had died down by now too. Instead, a deafening silence followed. They stayed there for several seconds. Her heart beat a million miles a second. Getting anxious she was ready to speak when she felt a tug on her arm and he moved in the dark. With his touch gone, she desperately reached for him. She caught the end of his cloak but it was creeping her out. He had shoved the strange situation on her with no context. All she wanted to do was see Eloise but instead, another thing dawned on her. Even the King wasn't free to make a light of public opinion despite being a ferocious beast who could wipe them all out. She would never have taken h
She stared at his back in shock at the revelation. It was infamous that Ambrose had killed his blood relatives to get to the position he was in out of resentment, but this was news to her. Life of the King before taking over the throne wasn't widely known but to live in a such a dreary place to await your Execution... it couldn't have been a bed of roses. People just knew he was a General, the king's dog on a leash to keep nobility and other Kingdom's in check. A war crazed maniac. Apparently, his life was not as dandy as people liked to portray, which, for the record, didn’t excuse his heartless demeanor. 'There was truth in it when they say monsters aren't born but are made.' Laylin grimaced. The uneven floor was never-ending and she was sweating buckets and getting dizzy with all the footwork. Hesitantly, she asked the question that was weighing heavily in her head. “Are you… really taking me to see Eloise?” Snorting, his head turned back to glance at her before turning away,
She had to get to the root of this. If she knew the secret of the King and a secret that is related to Demons she would be indispensable. Her thoughts kept her busy until they reached a rundown hut in the middle of nowhere with nothing around but tall trees. As she was to pass by it, the King held her arm and pulled her in front of it. “It looks abandoned…” She solemnly murmured, looking around the strange dwelling. Giving a shake of his head at her, he kicked the door open. A shriek from the young woman inside was about to wake the wild animals, but Ambrose was quick to shut the young witch. Realizing who the captured girl was, Laylin lept to her at once and urged him to let her go. “I’ll take it from here." Once freed, Eloise bowed her head in utmost respect, her eyes still wild in surprise “Thank you, my King! I sincerely don’t know what else to say for what you have done for a lowly servant like me. Thank you so much.” Eloise thanked profusely, bowing her head deeply to the b