Semua Bab The Dragon King's Pet : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The news of the king's death was yet to reach the academy. The gigantic bell that was located at the tallest building in RedShire which Minerva learnt was called the bell of doom chimed aggressively. “Bell of doom? Why would anyone want to name a bell?” She asked Belle who was getting ready for today's training. Minerva was already dressed as she woke up very early in the morning due to the fact that she couldn't sleep. Belle chuckled lightly and grabbed her spear from under her bed. “RedShire has so much history, Minerva. As time goes on, you'll learn each of them,” she replied and made for the door. “Okay! Huh– where's my spear?” Minerva asked when both sisters took theirs. “It'll be given to you by our coordinator. Relax,” Elle smiled as they walked down the corridor which was now crowded with so many students trotting up and down in various colorful uniforms. Exiting the dormitory, the three girls made their way towards the training arena which was behind the registration bui

The Coronation;The ballroom was decorated with red and black ribbons. From the chandeliers to the pillars, everything was covered with red and black, which was the color of the RedShire emblem. Few people from different kingdoms were invited to witness the crowning of a new king. Victor Gael stood regally in his suit while waiting for his grandson to appear. On his hand was a cushion of estate and on top of it, was a huge gold crown.The Archbishop of the Roman church in RedShire was present. Standing on the platform where the pulpit was before him. Vincent despised the church because of their lying reverend father. The churches were among those responsible for the chaos that took place hundreds of years ago. The poison era. Standing in his full grace, the Archbishop wore his long mantle which had the sign of the cross at both sides and a small red cap on his bald head. Vincent stood before him, glaring at the old man with a scowl on his face. “Sirs, I present unto you King Vincen

All he could see was an unconscious Minerva lying on the broken carriage seat. His eyes turned gold at the thought that she would die. Then he heard it. Approaching footsteps of people. On the ground which was covered with fallen dead leaves was the man Vincent had beheaded. On the headless body's hand was a flute. The man had blown the needle into Minerva's head. At the front was the coachman. Without looking twice, Vincent knew he was dead. An arrow pierced through his heart, pinning him against the carriage body. Fresh blood dripped from the dead man's mouth and chest. When Vincent looked at the men who were marching towards him, he immediately recognized who they were. He could never forget them and neither will he be able to forget this day. They were the same men who killed Minerva's father on that gore day at Blueshead. “Young man, give the girl to us and we'll let you live. It's not a plea, it's a demand,” one of the men who looked huge said between gritting teeth. Impatien

Vincent returned to the physician's quarter with a servant on his trail as he stepped into Minerva's room. He found her pouting her lips while staring at the ceiling. The sounds of footsteps make her look in the direction of the door, only to find Vincent and a middle aged woman behind him. On her hand was a tray of food, served in different plates and enamels. Her eyes moved back to Vincent and he shrugged.“You should have some food,” he said and carried the only stool inside the room, placing it beside Minerva's bed so he could sit. He was now dressed in black slacks and a white sleeve shirt, which revealed the strong outlines of his masculine body. Her eyes fell to his lips which looked firm and tasty as he sat facing her. Minerva blushed scarlet and crimson. Quietly, she outstretched her hands for the tray of food. Instead, the woman who was wearing a faded blue and brown dress handed it to Vincent. “Thank you Anna,” he says and the woman gives a deep bow before stepping out o

Roseline paled instantly as she stared dumbstruck at her grandson, Vincent. She immediately recovered from the shock and put on her royal face mask on. “How much did you hear?” She asked. Her throat bobbing up and down as she swallowed nervously. Her heart couldn't stop beating fast and she was so sure Vincent could heart it.He smirked. “Enough to let me know that you don't have good intents for her,” he replied with a stern expression. Vincent drag his fingers in his hair as she glared at his grandmother. “I can't believe you,” he growled and stormed into the room where his grandfather was quiet. “Both of you! Is this what you want for me?” He asked. “This is what your father had always wanted for you. You've to let the people know that you're superior to them,” Roseline said calmly. She moved to stand in front of Vincent, holding his hand like the caring grandmother she is. “By making Riona your concubine would prove that point,” she added. Expectations gleaming in her eyes as she