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The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Twelve.
Helen was surprisingly well rested. Not that she looked it though. Her night had only lasted less than two hours. Even through the heavy make-up, you could still see her puffy eyes and unrested face. Her hair had been styled into an updo bun, her lips, touched with red lip color and her neck, ordained with luxurious ornaments. Her heart pounded fast as her maidservants all gathered around in her chambers, preparing her for her day. There was no turning back now. The knock on her door cut her loose of her thoughts."Your majesty? The guest has arrived." The guard announced."Of course." Muttered Helen, not loud enough time had been heard by the guard."Your majesty? I didn't quite hear you." He questioned with a puzzled face. "Your majesty?"Helen heaved a sigh at detest to the noisy guard man who repeatedly began to call; "your majesty," non-stop. "Tell him to get out of my sight." She gestured a wave sign towards one of the maidservants, and the girl ambled to the door at once infor
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Thirteen.
"So?" Aiden's eyes shone with excitement as he asked. Fiora arrived back home when she met Aiden already in expectance of her. She'd just only began to speak before he bombarded her with series of questions. "What did she say? Did she believed any of your story? Wait, did you even meet her, Fiora?" He asked lastly before Clement cut him off with a wicked glare."I am sure Fiora has quite a lot to say." He said, then frowned at Aiden again. "So let her do so.""Yes." Fiora said, agreeing with Clement. There were two separate rooms, one which they spared for Fiora—the smaller room—then the other where Sif, Clement and Gregoria slept in. A dining table long enough for five was placed in the same room, with chairs arranged round it. They each sat down, eagarly waiting for Fiora's message. "Helen did give in to the idea, and we had a peaceful breakfast." She said with bright eyes, then they changed almost immediately as her brows lowered. "But, she did not trust me. She was only desperate,
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Fourteen.
Returning to the castle, Fiora had already prepared herself for the worst. She had quickly rushed home earlier, telling them all what had just happened. Clement gave a brief detail on all he knew about Baron Daegal while Sif just stared and watch with a paused lips. When she arrived, the guards welcomed her more warmly. They led her through the same path she used to follow, straight down to the throne room. She paused, hoping to had seen Baron Daegal sitting already, but instead to her wildest surprise, found two good looking young men, with Helen out of sight. One of these men was very familiar."You've arrived," said one of the men, to Fiora, the less attractive one. He was less attractive because he had every features of her—slender in a way, bright hazel eyes that madness ran through, and a face straight from hell. When he spoke though, he was calmer than Helen."Prince Theon," Fiora found herself whispered out loud. The last time she'd seen him would had been when they were only
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Fifteen.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," Aiden said to Fiora with a saddened heart. They went home together that morning just after midnight, and on getting there, they all had a quick meeting. Clement mentioned to them of Helen's purpose and gave Fiora tactics she could use to face her. He kept to himself all day and only decided to spill until they were all completed. The twin were with Gregoria, pretending to had been fast asleep. It was maybe only three and half hours past midnight when Asmi had asked why Gregoria cried to bed, since she saw dried tears on her cheeks.Clement barked they left her in peace, then decided it was time to give her her morning dose for her illness. He advanced to where she was laying and gently tapped her to wake her up. She did not move. He did so again and again. Then it hit him. Gregoria was not one to fall into deep sleep, especially since her ailment came back. Sif and Fiora exchanged a disheartening glare as they both slowly advanced to where Clement was.
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Sixteen.
"I'm so sorry, Fiora." Clement began to say. "It was my intention to help you as my own child and reclaim the throne. But I also wanted to help my son.""But you all would abandon me," "Not anymore." He replied. "I know I won't." "But father, what-""Her destiny is on the line. It is true that Helen ordered me to save you. It is equally true as well that I would have protected you whether I received any order from Helen or not.""Why are you saying all this, father? You would abandon your own son over a stranger's child?""Sif, what has gotten into you? A stranger's child?""That stranger's child was the kind king of the Central City." Said Clement. "I am sorry for whatever it is that you've become-""You made me this!""He didn't." Replied Fiora as a silent whisper. "You brought this upon yourself." Her eyes were red already from all of her tears."I am sorry for the loss of your mother, but would she ever want you to abandon Fiora after everything we've been through?""But father,
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Seventeen.
Some minutes later and Aiden was escorted out of the palace. He had no excuse to give other than series of apologizes. He was sorry she had to find out about his identity like that. Fiora could process all he'd explained except for one fact. He was going to be married to some daughter of Chief Makolo. She asked if they'd ever see each other again and he couldn't give a pleasing reply. That was when the royal guards arrived to take their master's son. In the blink of an eye, he too was gone. Just as Sif had left her.****The next morning, Fiora was back at the palace. She'd already met with Helen the previous day, and had been summoned to the palace at first light. Why? She didn't know. When she mentioned it to Clement, he confessed he had not the slightest idea what plan Helen had.On getting to the throne room, she arrived in and met Helen and her son in deep argument. Silently announcing her presence, she inquired if they'd wanted her excuse them but Helen shoved off the idea at o
The Next Lord Of The Central City. Chapter Eighteen.
Helen's eyes were swollen from all the tears she'd been shedding. She feared all of her nightmares were coming to past. Of course they were enough reasons as to why such thinking would torment and haunt her. Starting with why she had chosen Fiora to stand against Ropert, instead of her. It was so stupid and selfish of her. It wasn't that Helen was so much scared of Ropert, but if things hadn't gone fine, she would have no choice than to result to her last resort. By the next day, Ropert's death would be announced to the council. Yet, why had she trusted Fiora more and expected a better result from her?It was true. She was a weakling. Her brother insinuated it to her all the time. Same with her father, as well as Tobin himself. She feared that bastard was right about her all along and she wasn't fit to rule the kingdom.She heaved in a deep sigh, that soon followed with more tears. She was a failure. What she feared more was that her only son had to see her like that. What was worst
The Next Lord Of The Central City. chapter 19
I grab my softest sweater, my favourite, and ball it up. I bend down, arranging my face into something I hope is friendly, then wrap his arms around it. He holds it while I walk away to the vault. I have the pills to arrange and store. On my return he is in the exact same spot, his arms still hugging a sweater that lies cold on his feet. I'm such a shit. He's in total shock and I'm arranging my wares. This is why he needs a mom, not some hopeless teen. I go back to him and pick him up just like I did in the old train. At first he is stiff but then he melts into my body, his arms limp, dangling like a doll. Without being aware of it my left hand rises to stroke his back. Then he begins to cry softly, wetting my shirt. I thought kids were supposed to cry loudly, not this guy apparently, he cries like an old man beaten down with sorrow.In this life you make me stable, then you pull every little thing from beneath my feet and are indifferent to the fact that I can no longer stand - until
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