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Raul frowned, his face getting red with anger. Before he could say anything else, Gwen quickly grabbed Tyron's arms and began to walk away."Goodbye, sir." She said to Raul as she left. They both walked out of the theater in silence, Tyron grinning inwardly and Gwendolyn utterly confused. it wasn't u til they had boarded their carriage and had gone a few miles away from the Theater that Gwen finally asked."Did you have anything to do with Raul's house being robbed?""Please, don't tell me you actually believe him." Tyron said, rolling his eyes."But it's strange though, isn't it? Who else in the whole realm has the level of power that you have?""Dear Gwen," Tyron grinned, leaning forward to touch her chin. "You would be surprised by the number of powerful people that resides in your realm." He then leaned back and sighed. "Besides, I am more surprised that he suspects me of having powers.""Well, who wouldn't?" Gwen asked, looking at him curiously. "You are basically a stranger here
Gwen was at home, working on a new song for her workplace. Raul had hired several artists that he could train, but they all lacked the skill of songwriting. So he left her the job of creating songs for them.She was seated by her couch, on the floor, hitting the tip of her charcoal pencil on the note she was writing. Deep in her thoughts, she didn't notice the presence of her mother when she came into the living room."Honey," her mother said, and Gwendolyn quickly glanced at her. "Are you okay?" her mother asked, walking over. "Yeah," Gwendolyn, replied, sitting up straight. "I am fine, I guess." Her mother sat down on the couch opposite her. "Something bothers you. I can see it.""It's no big deal.""Spill. What is it?"Gwendolyn glanced at her mother. "Aren't you supposed to be at your bakery?""I decided to take a break today." Her mother replied, fanning her hair. "I am a little stressed lately, and I thought that I should rest." Her mother stared at her face."You, on the othe
Gwendolyn arrived back from work looking extremely tired. She knocked on the door of her house, softly massaging her neck as she waited for her mother to get the door open. Her mother had taking another leave that day, and so would be in the house. A few minutes later, her mother opened the door. “Good evening.” Gwen greeted, making her way inside. “What took you long to open the door?” She walked to the couch set and collapsed on it, throwing her bag on the ground. When her mother didn’t say anything, she glanced at her. “Mum?” Her mother had closed the entrance door, but she still stood next to it, lost in her thoughts. “Mom.” Gwen called again, startling her mother out of her dream. She quickly looked at her daughter, her eyes glazed. “Yes dear? What is it?” Gwen sat up slowly, concern etched on her face. “Is something wrong?” “No,” her mother said, forcing a laugh as she waved her hands. “Nothing is wrong. Don’t worry about it.” “Don’t bother lying to me, mother.” Gwendol
Tyron looked at Gwen as they both walked down the street where her work studio was situated. She looked lost in thought, and Tyron was a bit concerned about it. He had never seen her that way."Is anything wrong?" He asked.Gwen sighed and looked up at the sky. "Do you remember when I told you about my father? If I had thought there was no way he could get even worse, I was proven wrong.""Tyron frowned. "What happened?"The street was silent as they both walked slowly. They had both worn huge coats that would protect them from the chilly breeze of the Dras weather. "My father wants me to stay with him.""Why is that?""Because he needs an heir."Tyron frowned further. "I thought you said he wasn't bothered about that?""Apparently I was wrong. He has so many enemies that would take advantage of that fact. So he wants me to act as his heir till his wife gives him a child. Even if she didn't, he would find a way to rule through me till his death.""Wow. That's shocking." He kicked a li
Gwendolyn finished the work Raul had given her with a heavy sigh. She was to crosscheck the lyrics of about fifty different songs and spot out or edit words that may not be good enough. What annoyed her was that it was beginning to look glaringly like a punishment. Even her colleagues felt pity for her, but none attempted to help her in order not to spark Raul's rage. She scoffed, thinking of what Tyron said. This just further proves her point that Raul in no way likes her. What kind of man tortures the girl he is interested in? Sighing, she stood up from her desk and walked over to his office. Taking in a deep breath, she knocked once on the door."Come in." Raul said.Slowly, she pushed her way inside, her head bowed."I'm done with the work you gave me." She said, placing the pile of files she had taken with her on his desk.Raul looked at her wryly and took the document at the top of the pile, then quickly skimmed through it. He then nodded his head and placed the document back a
Gwen threw her head back, laughing loudly. "Even I know that is a lie."Sandra frowned, folding her hands against her chest. "What do you mean?""Tyron made it very clear to me that he had nothing to do with you." Gwen sighed, shaking her head. "I really do not want to get on your bad side, because really, I am not in the mood. But I do not think Tryon would appreciate you lying with his name.""We were once lovers." Sandra said with gritted teeth. "He would be mine sooner or later. He just doesn't know it yet.""And why are you telling me this? Are you scared that he wouldn't return to you in the end?"Sandra walked closer to her, a malevolent look in her eyes. "I was right to suspect that you are more than what you look like. Who would have thought that calm, docile Gwen could actually bite?""You are not close to me. I have no right to show myself to you.""You are right on that." Sandra said, shaking her head. "I just wanted to let you know though, that I wouldn't seat down and wat
In the highest level of the Enu realm, The supreme lord walked around the throne room, looking out through the huge glass behind his door. His long white hair lay long behind his back to his feet, almost touching the floor. He adorned a black robe, and he folded both his hands behind his back. His eyes were darker than usual, yet they did nothing to hide his handsomeness. He was eerily handsome, his features a rarity. "My lord." A guard called from behind him. Slowly, he turned around to face who had called him. The guard knelt on one foot, his head bowed. "My lord, I have come to report."The Supreme Lord turned around and walked to his throne seat, then he waved his arm and sat down regally on it."Go ahead.""Everything is going according to plan, my Lord." The guard started. "We have all of our men stationed in the Ogwu realm, blending well with the people.""Hmm." The supreme lord replied, nodding his head. "What of the Zruch realm?""My lord, not all our men are fully stationed
Gwen was angry. And sad.As she walked back to her house, she wiped away the tears that had managed to fall down her eyes. Well, at least she was now clear on who Tyron favored the most. She wouldn't need to embarrass herself by confessing to him.But why did it hurt her so?She couldn't bare to return to talk with him. Exactly what would she say? The main reason she had arranged for a meeting with him, was so that she could confess her feelings. Sandra had made it clear that she would never allow that to happen, not on her watch.To think she had taken extra care of her appearance. In the end, it was all for naught.She returned to her house, and her mother rushed to her once she saw the look on her daughter's face."What's wrong?" She asked, concerned.Gwen walked straight into her mother's embrace and sobbed.Her mother held her for a while, simply running her hand through her hair to comfort her. Later, they both walked to the couch and sat down."Tell me," her mother started softl