"My king, have you met this man before?"Calhoun nodded. "It's this same person who had taken it upon himself to keep me on my toes. You know, after the first letter from Fraco, the arrows and knives that would occasionally whoosh pass me.""It's him? How did you know?" Felix asked."When did you know?" Evander asked."A little while after the first two times." Calhoun answered. "He is George's older brother.""My king, I have told you before, don't take out that man's name before me." The man said gruffly.Felix and Evander shared a glance. What?"What is he talking about, my king?" Evander asked.Calhoun chuckled. "He hates his brother.""He's not my brother." The man grunted. "George is a betrayal.""You are the black sheep of the family, it's hard to say that George is the betrayal." Calhoun stated. "You're the one who's hated by the entire family.""Only because I speak the truth. I refused them to harm you.""And I'm supposed to be indebted to you for that?" Calhoun asked pridef
Patricia's life flashed before her eyes as Calhoun's hand holding the sword came whooshing down. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain. Memories of her childhood, her first love, and her family flooded her mind.As she opened her eyes, she realized that she was still alive. Calhoun had missed her by inches. She wasn't sure if he had intentionally missed her or if it was a mistake. Either way, she was more than grateful for it."Speak," Calhoun growled. She noticed that her hair had grown many inches shorter and Calhoun grabbed the cut part and raised it to her gaze. Patricia was more than stunned. Why did he cut her hair?"I... I felt bad. She killed George." She stuttered. Calhoun raised his hands again and she began to speak even faster."I only wanted to make her sleep a little more. I didn't think it was going to be so lethal. It was given to me by my father-""Your late father." Calhoun corrected. Why did the people around him like to die and resurrect?"Y... yes. He ga
Calhoun was curious about what had his servants so worked up that they were willing to leave their duties and go somewhere. He decided to follow them and see where they were headed. As he made his way through the castle's corridors, he couldn't help but wonder what awaited him at the end of the journey. The possibilities were endless. It could be something thrilling or something that would upset him. Calhoun was prepared for anything. He continued to follow his servants, eager to find out what was going on. As he made his way towards the room, his anxiety grew with every step. The servants had been tight-lipped about what he was about to witness, leaving him to imagine the worst. He tried to calm himself down, but the unknown was too much to bear.Finally, he arrived at the door of the room. He hesitated for a moment before turning the handle and pushing it open. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by a sight that took his breath away. The room was unlike anything he had ever seen
Calhoun expected her to follow him but he also was not surprised that she did not. It did not annoy him, funnily. It rather made him feel amused. As he walked towards his chamber, he stopped at the room where he had kept the rogue wolf. He suddenly remembered his reason for seeking her out."I guess I'm the one to go out and search for her again." He muttered. He walked away and stopped by his throne room. He sat on his throne and stared at nothing. Felix and Evander were supposed to have shown up in the castle again. But they had not shown up, and it was making him have thoughts.Not long after he thought about them, they showed up in the throne room. They were apologetic towards their delay."My king." Felix bowed. Evander followed suit."How long did it take you to give an announcement to the people?" Calhoun demanded."My king, something came up and that was why we delayed," Evander answered."Hm." Calhoun hummed. Things seemed to get more interesting after the war. Every day was
Calhoun was in disbelief as he realized that the werewolf he had tried to kill was Julitta, his woman's closest friend. The thought of Diana's potential hatred towards him had he succeeded in killing Julitta weighed heavily on his mind. He couldn't help but imagine the repercussions of his actions and the impact it would have on his relationship with Diana. The guilt he felt for even attempting to harm someone she cared about was overwhelming. As he processed the situation, Calhoun couldn't help but feel grateful that he had not succeeded in his attempt to kill Julitta. He knew that the consequences of his actions would have been far worse than the guilt he currently felt.Diana was equally surprised and then she remembered that Calhoun had fed Julitta with the potion that was to turn her into a werewolf. As the realization dawned on her, she slowly stared at Calhoun who held an expression that displayed the confusion that seemed to match the one on her face."You remember too, rig
The preparation for the banquet was going too well. Calhoun had been extra nice to his servants that they all began to fear. Diana also noticed his unusual kindness to them and she wanted to ask about it, but then she noticed that Calhoun had kept to his part of the deal and wasn't always falling around her like he used to. Somewhere, she missed him. She missed his attention and she wanted to ask about it. But she also did not want to pass off as the loser of the bet. Was it that important anyway? Was it a bit more important than she and Calhoun having the best times of their lives?She walked around the castle, watching the servants go about their usual duties, fervently. She enjoyed the way they did their designs and occasionally she had something to input. And when she did, she would notice Calhoun observing from the side and if their eyes met, he would offer her a charming smile of approval.That was it, it was three days already and the full moon was the following night. She c
Diana had expected to find more bodies but was surprised to find none. It was just that which belonged to that one servant. She held her chest as if she could calm her raging heartbeat by rubbing her chest.Calhoun was behind her instantly and when he peeked over her shoulder to see what had got her screaming, he chuckled. Diana was such a scaredy pants. How can she be so afraid of a dead body?"Diana...""Don't you dare to mock me, Calhoun?" She warned. Calhoun raised his hands in surrender. "What happened?""I was just rounding the corner when the body fell at my feet," Diana replied. She was still shaken up by the sight."Calm down, darling. I'm sure it was just a prank that went too Extreme. I'll just ask around the servants and find out who has done it." Calhoun said.Diana nodded severally. As Calhoun took a step forward, she grabbed his shirt in a tight fist and held onto him. She did not trust him to leave without her. What if suddenly all the other servants in the castle bega
Diana lay in bed, trying to fall asleep. She had bathed her baby and dressed him in a cosy manner. She cuddled him under the duvet and tried to sleep.Just when she felt like sleep was coming, she heard a soft knock on the door. She ignored it and the knock persisted."Calhoun, go away. I don't want to see you." Diana muttered."My lady? It's not King Calhoun. It's just me." The soft voice came. "Someone is here to meet you, a lady from the antique store. I was wondering if you asked her to come.""Ugh. What is Elizabeth doing here? I thought I asked her not to show up.""My lady? Did you say something?""Yeah... Um, no. Um..." Diana rubbed her sleepy head. "Tell her to come."Then she wondered how the maid had easily found her in the room. Did Calhoun know where she was and sent the maid to her? If Calhoun knew, could he not even show up at least, to show her that he cared and did not mean any of what he said? After a while, Elizabeth arrived at the room with the maid. Diana had a