Duchess Of Sebria

Before you dive into the story, I would like to clear the leads' age to avoid confusion.Renai was twelve years old in the beginning, four years later she was sixteen and now eight years later she is twenty-four.Zebian was eighteen in the first meeting. Twenty-two four years later and now, thirty as a king.******“Lo and behold, kneel before your glorious Majesty,” A voice bellowed out all over the hall. Everyone, from toddlers to grey-haired, fell on their knees with their heads facing the concrete ground. The Majesty’s powerful tread echoed all over the hall, his cape billowed out on the floor, marking the flooring of his enormous castle’s hall as his victorious territory. He reached to his retained throne and gracefully took the royal seat, arms resting on the armrest of the impeccable throne. “Rise,” The King commanded and within a second, the heads of his people were upped as they stood on their feet, but eyes still downcast. The hearing began. The imperial chief shared seve

2“My lord, are you alright?” The sword of honour stepped off his horse and sprinted toward them. Renai just stared at the dangerous-looking man who also addressed him ‘Lord’ but from no angle it seemed like he was bantering. The man knelt before him and studied his wounds. “Does it hurt much?” He asked with his voice laced with utter concern and apprehension. It sounded too weird to her. Zebian raised his dirty hand, his face still dressed in a displeasing wince. “I’m better, call of appreciation for this young nymph,” He pointed out at her. She, begrudgingly, cocked her head toward the armed man. Her heartbeat shot to a reckless pace. The man’s features softened hearing his words, he nodded deeply and slowly as in a gesture of gratitude to Renai, who just gulped in response. Her face was now deprived of colours. She swivelled her head toward the injured boy, her lips quivering as she frightfully asked, “Are you the prince?” Her voice barely made it to anyone’s ear as she lost it i

4Eight Year LaterRenai’s eyes parted widely by the first sensation that made to her senses, a screechy scream. She hastily hoisted on her saggy mattress and next finding the door of her servant quarter barged open which revealed a fuming Gaia with a pair of shoes in her hand. Gaia stomped closer to her and hurled those shoes that smacked against her chest. Clammy mud smeared on her bare chest. Renai grabbed them and meekly looked at her. “W..What happened?” Her heart lurched watching her cousin redden to burst into fury. “Why didn’t you polish them last night when I told you? You know what I have to face in front of my friends and their mutuals? They laughed at me. Because of you…because of these shitty shoes. How can you be such an irresponsible bitch?” She screeched and trudged closer to punch her, which landed on her back as she tried to dodge it. Renai hissed as her struggle intensified when she hovered over her. “I..I am sorry…I was washing clothes, I couldn’t…I…I…stop…” Ren

6His happiness knew no bounds when the commander broke the news. She was alive. His rose was alive and that too, in states. She came back, after years of tormenting him but she did. Killing her father did bring a wonder, if only he knew she would come back this way, he would have never waited a second to behead that pig. Finally, the mouse had come out of its hole to eat the cheese on the mousetrap. He heaved a sigh. His lips were curved into a small smile that he masked once he stripped out of the trance. "Bring the lead to the castle and cage her. And if there shall be a mistake, only your deaths will rectify your wrongdoings," He grumbled calmly. The sword of honour knelt before him. "I take my lord's word as my warning. You shall seek no misfortune, your majesty," Lucian expressed and stood up. Zebian raised his head and smirked gravely. "Very well, my lion," ****RenaiA few hours had gone by. Dozens of hazy grey clouds merged to cast a shadow over the moon, splaying darknes

7Madrix had turned out to be a nice and helpful man. Renai couldn’t thank the family enough for their hospitality throughout the week. It had been a week living with them and they had always treated her like a family. Even they let her take their daughter to the market and sleep with her every night. Who did that in the 18th century? Sebria wasn’t as cruel as she thought while travelling, and well, she couldn’t be more grateful for that.She was combing her wet long hair after taking a bath. It was dawning. Dim grey clouds strung out in the clear sky, casting a shadow on the ground by curtaining the hues of the emerging sun. The scenery was mesmerising. Birds’ chirping made the moment more magical. A loud thunder clapped in the air, rendering Renai’s eye to fly toward the sky. It was going to rain. She would have showered under the drizzle if not taken a bath. While done braiding her damped, luscious honey-brown hair, she gazed up to glance. Her eyes flung at Madrix getting out of