The Central City was ruled by one head, The Queen. Then under the Queen's rule, her power were distributed to a couple of heads. The Barons, the Lords, and some Ministers. Normally, these people were supposed to be under the Queen, but Tobin was successful enough to had diverted more than half of them under his rule. He was like the King, but still with the title of a Lord. Tobin was more powerful than Helen even knew, and Helen was sure he was a big threat to her throne. He had lands almost all over the kingdom with many followers, maybe even more than Helen's. There were twelve Ministers, and at least seven of them had sworn their allegiance to Tobin. It would not be long before he managed to take all the power for himself. Fiora did not know this much. Maybe if she did, she would know Ropert was the least of her problems. It would save her the unfortunately waste of her time and she would not had bothered going to see him in the first place. Aiden already found the place where he
The instant Clement left Helen, she was not herself. She became restless and impatient. Not like she was not always like that most of the times, but it was worst. Worst to the extent, she thought she might die of anxiety. She picked up the letter over and over again, re-reading through the lines like it's content would soften to favor her.You're not worthy of the life you desire. Give it up.She was not worthy? Helen could had received any other insults like she was a maniac, a selfish ruler, perhaps even a witch? But not worthy? She doubled the guards and sent for Clement immediately she received the letter. It was rather frightening to her. Of course it was a warning. A warning she did not take very friendly. Clement had no choice because he was one of the very few people his Queen could call onto at any hour of the day to seek for guidance. If his thinking were correct, he was the only person Helen could trust. She was all by herself, even if she refused to admit it sometimes. T
"You are quite annoying to have scared us like that." Fiora told Aiden as they stroll down the city. Night was already falling with all tantrums of cold. They walk towards the church to their normal place where they camped with the people every night. Aiden had managed to take care of that night's food supply, but he assured Fiora there wasn't much he would be able to do the next day to come."How else was I supposed to get your attentions? Just walking in with no permission would have gotten me a death sentence with you and your immortal friend guy." He said, regretting why he'd even brought up his name. He wasn't the type to get jealous, but he was certain he didn't like how Fiora talked and looked at him."Friend guy? You mean Sif-""Doesn't matter." He hushed her, though not intentionally. He was not ready to get into an awkward discussion about this friend guy of Fiora. "But I'm here now and that's all that counts." "Wait, how did you even know where I lived?" She asked.It was s
"You might have to." Aiden said amidst all of Fiora's refusal. "What? Aiden, you-""Listen to me." He gripped her shoulders and drew her closer. "This is it. This is the solution to our problem.""What are you talking about? I have to cower under her like a slave?" She asked, knowing in her mind she'd have to die first than to become one of Helen's puppets. "Never.""No. Not a puppet," he said, his hands still held on tight on her shoulder. His eyes widened with excitement. This was it. He would finally be another step closer to his goal. "You are going to visit Helen, hear her out. Listen," he said, calling her already divided attention. "Hey, hey, Lord Tobin is powerful and we can't do anything to stop him. But who else is more powerful than even Lord Tobin himself?" He asked and didn't even needed to hear her say out her reply. "Exactly. You can do this, I just know that." He straightened his posture and added a little seriousness in his glare, then he brought his hand to his stoma
"I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have brought him here, Sif!" Fiora scolded at Sif who could only reply in plain silence. Aiden just stood over without uttering any word. "Since you have chosen to be so foolish, do you think everyone else would wish to follow in your path?" Clement questioned with cold eyes."So what? You're here to take me away again?" She asked, not meaning to yell but the fear in her voice forced her tone to increase more than intended. "No, Fiora," Sif replied and her eyes turned to him. "He wants to help.""Help?" Scoffed Fiora."He said he wants to help." He repeated again, though with little assurance.Fiora advanced closer to him."What are you talking about? He's only fooling you." She pointed out, whispering to him."He said he wanted to help. It did surprised me as well, but I never quite knew exactly why. But I'm sure he has good intentions." Sif continued to explain lowering his voice and Fiora added her own bit of objections as well, making both of them sou
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
"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,
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