The Kingdom of Pres.
A year after Elena's mother's death...
Emptiness. That was a feeling Elena was getting used to. That soul-sucking emptiness formed a huge hole in her chest. It's been a year since the death of her mother. Nothing has been the same since then. She looked at herself, as she sat hidden beneath a kitchen table, trying to avoid being caught by anybody. The son of one of her father's ministers has just tried to rape her. Nikoläs was his name. The first time she saw him was on her way to her room from the palace garden. He was with his friend, on who she recognized as the son of Côtan Lokï, her Father's closest advisor. His name was Afang Lokï, and if not for the company he kept, Elena would have deemed him a suitable friend.
He was one of the kingdom's heartthrobs. Many girls giggled whenever he walked by. His tall stature and muscular frame caused different series of imaginations by so many girls. Not that they would never have come to p
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Elena sat in the room she shared with Elion and Forest, her face a blank mask. Forest sat next to her while Elion kept pacing around the room. "Someone tell me that what I saw below wasn't real." She ranted her face a mixture of pure rage. "Please tell me that the same guy who asked to court our Elena didn't just introduce another lady as his Bride." Elena looked at Elion strangely. It was weird seeing her wired up, especially for a problem that wasn't hers. Forest saw the look she gave his sister and immediately held her hand, caressing it softly. "Don't be sad, even I was deceived by him. I thought he was an honourable man. Who would have known that he was a two-timing snake!" Elena slowly turned to face him. "I know that you might not want to see him now, but leave him to me. I'll go up and confront him. I don't care if he is king." The situation kept getting weirder and weirder for Elena, so she quickly put up her hands. "Enough," she shouted. The
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She had struck Jackpot. Firoza couldn't believe it. To think that luck had been on her side all this while. She sighed, smiling as she took in the grandeur of the room assigned to her. It was magnificent. The bed linen was made of the finest sheets, and its beams were made of fine mahogany. The walls were velvet, and despite the windows, there was not a wick of light outside. It was perfect. She had been surprised as they were going towards the forbidden lands. Then she was shocked when they entered the Blood territory and even more shocked when she found out that Calhoun was the King. As if to make it sweeter, the whole land thinks she is the woman Calhoun has an interest in, and if things go her way, he would have no choice but to be genuinely interested in her. As for her other goals, Calhoun had just made her job much easier. ***** Firoza took up the mantle of soon–to–be queen pretty well, Elena thought as she watched the said female runabout, "kindly" g
The walk to the royal dining room felt like a walk of death to Elena. She held onto her tray tightly, following other maids as they headed to the room. Once they reached, Elena was greeted by a long table. She wondered if Firoza was joining them and who else was because the table was too big for just the royal family. Before Calhoun had returned, his parents ate at a much smaller table. Now that she thought of it, perhaps he was having a royal meeting. Hopefully, he would be too busy to notice her there. She took a stand by the side of the table, where all the maids stood as they waited for the table's occupants. Elena could feel her legs shaking. She didn't know why she was afraid. Wasn't it better if she knew what Calhoun's response to her might be and got it over with? Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself, then silently waited for the room's occupants. The first guests to walk in were some of the king's advisers. Elena had seen them when Calhoun's father he
Calhoun stared down at his love, his heart finally content. He gently dragged his hands through her hair, watching her look at him. He wished they could remain like that forever. He would be content. "We have a lot to talk about, you know," Elena said, dragging her hands down his arms. Calhoun sighed contentedly at the action, snuggling closer to Elena. He buried his head under her head, directly on her chest. "Yes, we do. Where do you want us to start from?" He asked softly. "The obvious?" Elena answered, chuckling. "The fact that I have a close relationship with the blood king should be a reason to start talking." Calhoun sighed. "I didn't mean to hide it from you, Elena. But any time I brought up the Blood king, you always responded badly. I didn't think that you liked the king, so I kept quiet. I planned on telling you my real identity probably when I have finally proven to you that the Blood King wasn't a bad man." "And how did you plan to prove it to me
Calhoun looked at Elena, a bit confused. "Where you are from doesn't change anything for me, love. You might be the daughter of a killer and I would still love you." "That's the thing," Elena replied, dragging her hands across her hair. "I am the daughter of a killer." Calhoun faced Elena intensely, a worried look overtaking his face, but he remained quiet. "You asked me why I never wanted to talk of the blood king? Well, it's because of my father. My father wanted to send me to you as a peace offering." "A peace offering?" Calhoun said, confused. "Yeah. His wife, my stepmother wanted to get rid of me. Rumours had it that whoever entered your kingdom can never get out..." "That's not a lie," Calhoun hummed. "And so she sort to send me to you as a bride, more so for the fact that I wouldn't be able to escape once I entered your kingdom. Before I knew you, I thought you were a masochist, blood loving, demon." "Ouch," Calhoun said, pouting. Elena
The men passed wary glances among themselves. "What do you mean, my lady?" "I love my fiancee," Firoza said, smiling as she began her little pace around the room. "So obviously, I would do anything to make sure that he doesn't make a mistake. Any mistake he makes would affect me." She paused in front of a small table by the side of the room. A small flower vase was on it. "And besides, don't forget that I am royalty." She caressed the flower petals between her fingers and then turned to face him. "I am getting married to the blood king; you don't think that I would possibly be an ordinary woman, do you? I am just as powerful as my husband. Perhaps even a bit more powerful." She smiled evilly. "I can prove it to you, and now if you will." The men turned to face themselves again. "Just how exactly would you prove it to us?" One of them asked. "I only need a volunteer," Firoza replied, raising her index finger. The silence hung heavy in the room till
Svetlana and her partner wasted no time in going to Neba. Once she had told him her discovery, they quickly made their way back to their kingdom. Upon arriving at their kingdom, Svetlana felt that something was strange. Even though people seemed normal and were going about their daily activities, the slight actions Svetlana spotted that weren't there went she left let her know that something big was going on. Security was tighter at the front gates. That should have been expected after the little war in their kingdom. Svetlana and her father still hadn't told the king and his son Wazir how they were able to know the weakness of the Allikans. It was unavoidable that she would have to say to them her real identity with the news she had. The guards at the gate were not the normal ones she was used to seeing. There were built like the ones trained for war, and they carried the finesse of a warrior. They were stricter in their dealings, pushing and locking away people the