1161 word(s)Published280 REUNION: The Ocean Of Unexpected Truth and Pain. ....A tear dropped from his eyes and splashed into his hands. The sight broke Declan's heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Brother. You did everything you could. You did as you promised. You brought us out of that shíthole like you promised." "Not until it was too late," his voice sounded scrapped raw, "Not until all the damages have been done." "No, you're wrong. Damages was done, but here we are today. Salem is magnificent again, I was flabbergasted when I entered the Kingdom," Declan closed the distance between them then, grabbed his shoulders and shook him, "The Kingdom is wealthy, beautiful and prosperous again! In just six years! No, all damages was not done." Deep into that hurtful place King Lucien was buried int

 1088 word(s)Published282  "Thank you for saving my life, Anarieveta." Declan rasped at her hair. "Thank you f-for staying alive." Vetta cried, "You have no idea h-how... how you have helped m-me now." He continued, "All these years, I get flashes of our time in that cage...and my last moments. I felt so much hatred towards you," he admitted, "my memories were all jumbled up. I remember a betrayal from a woman that has taken punishments for the King. I remember the woman stabbing me." Declan pulled back then and looked at her, "But as I stepped into the boundaries of Salem and my memories welcomed me, my heart set you free. I remembered fully then that it was the maid—Talia—who owns that rage and hatred." "It would have been a disaster for me if your memories didn't return..." It was a joke, but it came out tearfully.&

 1251 word(s)Published284 FOURTH TO FINAL EPISODE; Part 1.Name: Night For Lovers.  Bathed and dressed in her nighties, Princess Kamara laid down in bed, her heart filled with elation and peace, for the first time in a long time. Her Callan—no, Declan—is no peasant after all, but a Prince. The knowledge is going to take some time getting used to. At the sound of her door opening, her eyes slipped open. Declan stood at her door. He was dressed in a white coif robe with the rope tied into knots at the front. Her heart fluttered. The temperature of her bedroom seems to have dropped as her eyes met his. "Declan..." She has no idea what she wanted to say, only that he was too far. "I think I'm finally ready to take what belongs to me, My Lady. I'm ready to make you mine," His cheeks

 958 word(s)Published286 THIRD TO LAST EPISODE; Part 1.Name: My Woman. My Possession....."So, let me get something very straight. You, My King, almost executed the long-lost brother of the King of Salem?" Queen Izia, Princess Kamara's mother arched her brows at her King. They are in his Chambers. King Valendy, behind his desk, while the Queen sat on the bed giving him a look that managed to be both smug and elegant at the same time. King Valendy cleared his throat sheepishly. "Well, how was I supposed to know that the peasant is no peasant after all, but a Prince?" "Maybe, if you had let your daughter follow her heart, we might at least notice some little little details that hints that the man does NOT behave like a peasant at all." she paused, letting that one sink in. Flapping her folding feather fan o

 897 word(s)Published288 Just then, Queen Danika cried out loudly in pain, holding her waist. Her water broke. Chaos broke out in the Royal Court. The Ministers were filled with fear. The guards ran into the Royal Court to await a command from their Queen. "Shit!!" The word tore from King Lucien's throat. He turned towards Danika, "What's going on?" "My waist! It hurts!" The Queen cried. Holding her waist like a lifeline, she bent over, trying to find a position that'll relieve the pain. There was none. "The Kingdom is under attack!!" Another guard shouted, raising his voice about the loud crashes outside and the chaotic noises of the people inside the Court. "Heavens!" King Lucien lowered down to become eye level with her belly, he placed his hand on the bump and caressed it, "Not now, son. It's not safe. Please, you have to help