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“It should be a delightful occasion, shouldn’t it?” Nero looked into the mirror while tying up the back of Valerine’s dress. “It shall be my king,” she watched him in the mirror as he tied the light purple satin bow. He then laid his head on her shoulder. “As beautiful as they come,” he smiled. She covered her mouth, trying not to smile; she uncovered her mouth, giving Nero a loving gaze. Nero gave her a five-second kiss before rubbing her shoulder briefly, then stared at the ceiling as he l
“A crippling disaster,” said the Krystonian Post“A horrible disaster amid the execution,” said our very own news outlet.“And I don’t even know how this one got out! Princess Letharia tries to execute King under orders of the prince Aven”, said the Xorian Central Newspaper.Nero threw the newspapers on the floor “ I am running out of ways to punish you.”Aven sat on his knees handcuffed, “Why so silent?” Nero laid back onto his throne.“No matter, I talked to the council yesterday, and the best way to handle you is not to handle you at all.”Aven looked up at Nero. “You aren’t going to punish me, Father?”“No, but I will,
Letharia’s POV____________I woke up gasping for air, and once again, the first name I called out was “Aven.”“He’s not here yet,” to my surprise, I saw council member Arlin sitting in the corner.I looked into the mirror to see bandages wrapped around my head as I wore a hospital gown. I looked to my left side. “What do you want from me?” I asked calmly.“To adore you as I adored your mother.”I lost my patience and laughed with denial. “Are you joking?!”Arlin took his hood off, revealing long grey hair with white streaks but a young face with blue eyes. I blushed and looked to my right; he lo
(Before Jessi's "execution")Illy's POV------------------------Gallowaythrewme onto hisbed."Illy,dear.Take it off...takethedressoff."He soundednearlyout ofbreath.I lay confusedly."Why?Wasrejectingyour
Whispers had filled the throne room as Aven and Letharia walked in holding hands, only for show but itlooked real to them- the low nobility. Eyes went to Letharia as she wore a jaw-dropping white and gold dress and Aven had matched with his suit. She looked back at Aven as he nodded at her giving her a small peck on the lips before she let go of his hand walking to Nero. She stopped in front of his throne and bowed her head “May I have a dance?” Nero smiled “What are you planning?” “Nothing at all, just a dance with you my lord.” Valerine stared at me in anger “From her aura, she doesn’thave negative intentions.” “It was fine either way, I’ll play along “, he walked down the steps of the throne to extend his hand out to Letharia. “Queue the music,” Nero yelled to his servants. Letharia paused to hear classic music from the place her mother was from “The Valley of the Fools.” Bells and Drums were music to her ear
Aven's POV___________After running her to the hospital wing, I cupped my hands around my eyes sitting next to Evander. "It's nice to see you genuinely worried about her," Evander pulled out a cigarette. " I have always been worried about that girl no matter how much I don't express it, it has always been my fault." I hadn't realized tears had rolled down my face, I looked down to see her blood in my hands. I started shaking then it hit me harder than it should of, I thought about my mother's death then I thought about Letharia. . . and if she died. . . I couldn't. I started to sob intensely, years of built up emotions led to this, Evander sighed. He started to pat me on the back, placing his unlit cigarette at his side. I glanced at my father coming down the hall, as
-Third Person POV-Aven had not slept in days, his concern grew for Letharia, throughout the night terrors she had, he wanted to stay longer with her. Aven moved her into his room earlier through the night. He sat at his desk with thousands of piles of legal documents. Since around seven in the evening, as Letharia had fallen asleep by nine, he started writing down changes to Xorian law. He pondered on letting Letharia go, doing the right thing for her, though he began loving her so. He pondered on trusting her completely, but doubt never escaped his mind. Furthermore, he then settled on hiring extra security from his pockets, paying military men instead of guards. He worked quietly, sometimes gazing upon a restless Letharia. He gave her medicine to lower her fever throughout the night, he was relieved it was almost gone. Her bullet wound looked fine, no sign of infection. Aven sat back at his desk, as he wrote down further adjustments to law, the more he drifted off into slumber. L
Aven’s POV___________“Aven… I disagree with all your proposals, it’s disrespectful to your ancestors, and the kings that came before you,” father furrowed his brown and scoffed. His voice made the conference room echo. We sat across each other in emerald chairs surrounded by the council. I spoke rather calmly. “Didn’t we disrespect our old country? Didn’t we rip the preserved constitution? Then we took the rights of our citizens away, which I agree has caused us to prosper but for the people born into poverty to resort to killing to get food or money is unacceptable….”My father crossed his arms “Yes, Aven it is, which is why we should eliminate the slums. I’ll make sure the poor never exist again.”“The poor will always be poor no matter what you do unless we give them government assistance, the one thing we should do is to stop giving the poor public lashings for insubordination,” I sighed. “We must make them fear us less, father,” I continued.“Fear gives them order, Aven!” he
Third Person POV —-/————- As Aven entered the conference room alongside his father, he had paused in his tracks. “Hello, prince Aven,” he heard a voice further back in the room. He looked slightly above eye level to see a young man on a big television screen. Aven tapped his father on the shoulder “Who is that, father?” Nero brushed Aven’s hand off his shoulder “King Atticus, Letharia’s grandfather.” Aven tried to keep his voice low “But Father, King Atticus is… around 30 centuries old, that’s impossible. Nero sighed, gently face palming himself as King Atticus laughed for almost a minute “Oh! My oh my! I never would have fathomed that Queen Nessa’s son would be just as dull-witted.” Aven quickly bowed his head despite King Atticus’s insults. “No need to bow my boy though your father should pay his respect to the man who represents the gods,” Atticus had finally shown a serious demeanor. Aven became amused when his father dropped to his knees and bowed his head “Forgive me, O’ M