The Fool The Emperor And The Hanged Man Novels & Stories

How could have been so foolish? He rounded the last bend and ascended through the stairs, taking the most direct route. So far, he was alone. If the others had followed him, he could not say. This was his burden and his cross. He had played the fool and had dinned with the devil himself. Now was the time to pay the price. If only the emperor would leave the brotherhood and face him, at least he would be sure that his friends and enemies would be out of harm’s way and that their life would be preserved from the costly mistake he had made.

I was head over heels, dreaming of a future with him while circling answers. He wasn't exactly focused either. When he looked at me, his sincerity seemed real. "What kind of ring do you like?" Talking about rings so young made us both blush like fools. After a long pause, I mumbled, "Purple, I guess. I've always loved purple." His voice was soft. "Got it." The cicadas hummed, and for a moment, I believed in forever. "Their company is a wreck, and he sends a purple diamond? Must've sold his soul for that," Stanley said, his tone sharp with rare venom.

"There they are! That shameless pair! They hurt Rick and still dare to hold a funeral here? Hypocrites!" When they saw me, it was like they'd found their target. Anything they could throw came flying my way. "This is all your fault! You set him up!" Hard, cold objects slammed into my body. I tried to stop them, but a man lunged forward and shoved me hard to the ground. In the chaos, a heavy candlestick crashed against my head. My vision went black, and I passed out. In less than ten minutes, the enraged "fans" had reduced the funeral hall to rubble.

And Bella would never simply misplace it. The waiter suddenly realized the woman he'd seen mistreated earlier was actually Mr. Shenton's wife. A storm of dread swept through him. He bowed again and again, trembling. "No, it wasn't me! I didn't lay a hand on her! The manager said she'd insulted Mrs. Rice and tried to seduce you, Mr. Shenton. He ordered me to throw her into the kitchen tank. I didn't know she was your wife! I only saw the watch slip from her wrist and picked it up. I didn't steal it, I swear! The manager forced me. It wasn't my fault!"

A towering man, nearly two meters tall and built like a fortress of muscle, stepped into the room against the light. The moment Nathan saw him, his eyes lit up with glee. He hurried forward with an obsequious grin plastered on his face. “Mr. Morgan Williamson? Are you Mr. Williamson? Fantastic! “There’s a shameless fraud here pretending to be Mr. Brooke. Please, teach him a lesson—show him what happens to impostors! “Beat him to death for all I care. He has no parents and no background. He’s just a stray, despised by everyone.”

Stacy smirked from the front row, clutching a designer bag I’d bought her last Christmas. I walked down the stairs, every step measured. I reached the stage and handed him the small, beautifully wrapped velvet box. "I remember how much you wanted this, Julian," I said, my voice carrying through the silent hall. "A gift to match your true character." Julian grinned at the crowd. "See? She never forgets." He ripped the paper off, expecting the diamond watch. The click of the box opening was audible. His face went from smug to ghostly pale. Inside, resting on the red velvet, were the heavy, cold silver handcuffs.

At least last night, I should have still been lying here, right? Vincent's eyes grew moist. He was beginning to miss me. He suddenly remembered the gift I had given him and sat up abruptly. The small jewelry box lay quietly on the vanity. Vincent carefully picked it up. The box was light, as if it were empty. When he opened it, there was not any exquisite jewelry inside, but rather a small mass of oddly shaped metal and a pile of shattered moonstone fragments. Vincent did not know what it was at first, until he looked at the wedding ring on his ring finger. He was thunderstruck.

Sighing, he finally turned his attention to the old man and asked, “The whole you are trying to envision on my face will not appear.” Alfred scoffed and folded his arms over his chest, asking, “So the prince is alive?” Shawn shook his head. “No, whatever made you think that?” “Shawn, his majesty asked when would they see him and you said when he wants to be seen, what was that all about?” He asked. Shawn rubbed his head and looked at the girls beside him. They looked at him knowingly but couldn’t give him a lie to tell. “Shawn, do not lie to me. We are already working together and you are pinning crimes on the Queen of this Kingdom that she is not the culprit of,” he said.

His voice shook the walls. Kim Tae froze. “I- What?” “The potion,” Yeonho snarled, cracking his knuckles as he stepped closer. “You knew what it was. You lured me away so the king could ensnare her!” He slammed his fist against the table, sending the goblet toppling. “I—wait—listen—” Kim Tae stumbled back until his shoulders struck the wall. “You tricked me, and you tricked Kim Gguk into believing Prince Do-won was guilty. All of it to protect your king.”

No fiancé tonight, and the old guard would start making noise by morning. “None of the four work. The White son was late—” Before I could finish, that same hand appeared again. “Hello. I’m Ethan White.”