With a sickening thud, Gallas' body fell to the ground and rolled a couple rounds lifelessly due to the impact and weight. Seeing their prince standing there leisurely – the ultimate picture of calmness and with an air of assurance surrounding him – with the half-blood's head still dangling in his hand, the Dacrian soldiers seemed unable to believe what their eyes were showing them nor were they able to respond to what had just taken place.They gulped in astonishment, opened their mouths, then shut it again, very closely resembling the actions of those golden, red or black fishes with rotund bodies and bulging eyes that can be found in the palace gardens. Romeo's men saw the other soldier's responses and could only smirk and chuckle in the superior knowledge that this is nothing to their prince. The best has yet to come.Their prince resembled the prince of hell very closely, right about now. They could actually feel goosebumps prickling and rising along their skins just by looking a
Leon's eyes widened a little before narrowing them in suspicion, not sure where Romeo was going with this. "You didn't even give me a chance to agree." He gritted his teeth."Oh, did I not?" Romeo tilted his head slightly. "Well, that's not important anymore. You've lost the bet. Therefore, you will serve me from now on." The prince declared with a wide smile.It was not just Leon who was shocked at the words that came out of Romeo's mouth, but everyone else who had heard him. Romeo shrugged his shoulders casually."Calus left you behind while retreating with the rest of his troops. That means you're not as valuable a weapon to him as you seem to think you are." Romeo did not hold back in his comments and observations. One of the things he had noticed with Leon was his intelligence. Unlike Gallas, Leon was certainly aware of how the royals truly see the half-bloods. Romeo could tell just by looking into his eyes."Why would you want me to serve you?" The half-blood finally spoke, his
"Nightmist…" Romeo said and Zolan's eyes widened in fear. He quickly got the prince to lean against the wall and immediately checked on his wound."Fuck. It's indeed nightmist!" Zolan cursed.Nightmist was the most lethal poison ever created because there was no known antidote for it. This poison could only be obtained by the werewolfs' royal family and it was said that there was only a very little amount left in the possession of the royals. No one knew who created this poison. All they knew was that this Nightmist had been gifted to a queen long, long ago."No need to panic. This poison would kill a Werewolf in an instant, but you know this poison can't do much to me, much less kill me." Romeo said calmly. But the prince had started to look a little paler than usual, and his eyes was starting to show a dazed look.Zolan knew that Romeo had been poisoned before. Back then, it took him five days to battle and clear off the poison in his body. Since this particular poison does not have
Last night, while the sounds of battle raging from afar was intense, Roselle could do nothing else but just stand by the window, fingers with knuckles bone white, desperately gripping the window frame as if she were hanging on for dear life. The images and thoughts swirling in her brain had been driving her near to madness and terror. No, she was not at all afraid of the possibility that the enemy might be reaching her. However, she was scared and worried to death about Romeo. She wished she could go down to the frontlines right this moment just to have a quick peek on him, just to reassure herself that he was fine. She could even accept that he would have had sustained some form of injuries as this was a war. All she needed to know was that he was alive and well.When the realization finally sank into her consciousness that the clashing sounds of battle had stopped before daylight, Roselle found herself dashing out of her room and in a few short moments, she was out on the veranda, l
"Perfect." He smiled proudly. "Again, Princess!"Roselle shot at him again and again and she had yet to miss any shots barring the first one. She was incredibly precise. Even Zolan was starting to enjoy being her target."You're an incredible archer princess, but… what if your target is moving?" Zolan told her. "If your enemy is running from you, could you do a thing to take it down?"Roselle remembered her self-taught trainings. When her father stopped instructing her, Roselle decided to train by herself. Though archery was simply a hobby to her at that time, she often found herself experimenting on things whenever she was bored. She had tried to aim at many things, even moving objects."Try to aim at me while I'm moving Princess." He then began moving – not that fast but not that slow either. Roselle aimed and the first shot was a miss. But the second one was precise, making Elijah clap and Zolan smile in satisfaction.He gradually increased his speed. Roselle missed a lot but after
The library was a large, elegant place that was a bookworm's dream come true. Shelves after shelves of books, from all topics that one could think of were gracing those layers of strong mahogany wood. However, the first impression Roselle got from this place that it was awfully silent. It was so still that the sounds of her gown brushing against the beautifully polished wooden floor and her quiet steps seemed to vibrate extra loud in her ears. Thus, walking through this place made her feel a little uneasy. However, as beggars cannot be choosers, she decided to go ahead and stroll through the place.As she slowly walked, her eyes were not idle. Looking around, Roselle's observant gaze fell on the large sturdy table that was placed in the middle and the first thing that came to her mind was Romeo. His face, his eyes, his voice and his kisses. He had kissed her so hard as she sat on top of that very table.The memory was so vivid in her mind that she started to feel hot. She wanted him t
Shock etched on Roselle's face as she stared at the secret passage. Her mouth was literally hanging open. It was mind blowing to even think that Werewolf would also have the need to make secret passages. She never thought she could find something like this in a boring place like the library. It took her quite a while to calm her excitement get her bearings before she could gather up enough courage to slowly and carefully approached the dark eerie door."Where does this passage lead to?" she asked, whispering to herself. Her heartbeat for some reason was pounding loudly in her ears and she could tell it definitely was not because she was thrilled about going for an unexpected adventure into this secret passage which might be offering her. It was pure nervousness and a healthy dose of fear. And she did not exactly know why. Was she scared?As Roselle silently peeked inside, the pitch-black darkness that welcomed her sent shivers down her spine. She knew secret passages like this would m
Her lips parted at the sight that laid before her. A dungeon? What on earth?The place was surprisingly very large that her lamp was not enough to light up the ceiling or the far end of whatever this place was.And then, she suddenly stiffened. She had the prickling feeling that something or someone else was down here together with her. There was a living, breathing presence in this place. Something, no, someone was here.Roselle was frozen still. She could sense something dark. A shadowy coiled energy pulsating with quiet and deadly power was making her shiver violently.She knew she should run before it was too late. But why did she suddenly pictured Romeo's face in her mind? This quiet and dark power… why did it feel so familiar? That's right, she once felt something close to this same sensation towards Romeo before. What she was feeling right now was far more intense, but it still strongly reminded her of Romeo. Why was that so? This was getting so strange.Suddenly, Roselle remem