The shrill holler of wind was deafening and Ambrose at once took his chance pushing Esmer inside the narrow secret passage. He was carrying Laylin who had passed out suddenly. She was burning with a high fever. He grimaced looking at her but kept his eyes firmly in front of him . Getting out of here is the priority now. Esmer who was at the entrance had her eyes clouded. She was trying to bring back the knight. Scoffing at her, he kept moving forward. He didn’t care for both of them. They could as well both be caught and dealt with. They weren’t trustworthy and both seem to be having ulterior motives. He vaguely remembered diving deep to the knight’s lifeline to quench it when he was unconscious. It was utterly possible that the knight had tried to sneakily attack him. The thing with his demon shadow was that it was mostly instinctive unless he deliberately tried to control it. So if he was unconscious or was out of it, he won’t even recall what had happened around him but his de
“He’s not taking us to a burial site or… is he?” Rurik murmured. Esmer pursed her lips, unsure. “He… probably won’t.” “But… it’s been hours.” No water pipes were supposed to be that long as the whole purpose of these was to get the water supply faster. Especially these were too wide to be just waterpipes. This looked mostly like a passage for escape in case there was an ambush, not to mention the entryway was buried under a lot of debris. They had to dig it out. Esmer wondered if this was going to be their grave without any tombstone. After several turns and crossroads, they walked and climbed the pipelines for hours. Esmer felt like she would pass out any minute. “Is there even a way through or are you just kidding us?” Esmer loudly confronted him. They had been voicing their protests for a while now and the mighty King had been ignoring them quite conveniently till now. They were freezing in their thin attire despite Esmer’s aura warming them. They hadn’t eaten for a while a
Esmr being the competent witch she was, was quick to make a bubble-thin barrier to help them cross to the lake's surface. They say the water in the summer had a much lower quantity than in the winter. As the very depth of the water lake is warm, the ice on it melts frequently but builds up just as fast when the weather changes. They were unlucky as this was a very cold week. Laylin was drowsy as water spat out of the hole and began filling the pipe, Ambrose jumped up and grabbed Laylin by the waist. She, who was drowsily swaying, didn’t protest. Her mind was much clear now but her limbs were still feeling too numb to function. Ambrose eyed the flimsy barrier and turned to Esmer. “Will it even hold if a fish slammed its thin tail against it?” he quickly demanded, narrowing his eyes at the witch, who blinked at him in shock. But her hesitation was just momentary. She grabbed Rurik’s sword from the sheath and launched it at the barrier. ‘CLANG!’ “Ah!” With a loud shattering voic
Esmer's face strained as she lifted the bubble above the water's surface. The current in the lake was too much to combat after the pipe was unclogged. Water was flooding the whole East side and the pressure was no joke. Her foot slumped, her nose bled, her body felt like it would burst from the pressure. Laylin clenched her fists, she wanted to relieve Esmer of her burden but the truth was that if she did, all of them would drown and have a watery grave. None of them could even dream of breaking to the surface of the lake without Esmer or by mere force. It was just not possible, especially as they didn't want to risk drowning. “Please, Esmer a little more.” The woman's eyes were glazed now, tears streamed down her flushed face. Ambrose grabbed Laylin and pulled her away from the lady. Rurik hesitantly stood by the side. Rather than hopelessly watching her strain at the inch of her life, Laylin wondered whether drowning was less painful. If Esmer’s aura went out of control underwa
‘What a sloppy monster.’ he grumbled in thought, looking at the two out of the water in one piece. Then, as both of them slumped beside them, Ambrose felt a glare. With a brow raised, he turned to see Rurik who averted his glare at once to Esmer who was coughing up water. So he expected him to save them? Did this knight think highly of him now that he was tagging along with him? He turned to Laylin and helped her up, “We need to get you some place warm. Let’s go.” Laylin heard a grumbling voice, then flinched when she felt something vibrate under her hands on the frozen lake surface. The monster was moving underneath. Her head snapped up to tell them when they were all stiffened with realization and blindly ran to get off the ice at once. 'CLASH!' Ambrose grabbed her by the waist and Rurik grabbed the witch. The ice began cracking as a strong clash against the ice shook the surface. Rurik stumbled but soon got his bearing. 'CLASH!' Hurriedly, they ran across the wide river but
“Crimson red eyes… His eyes flickered right now!” She hurried to run behind them when Riurik grabbed her arm. “You don’t want to do that.” The King was no merciful figure that got along with the general public. He was waiting. He was laying in wait when someone will tick him off badly so he could rightfully vent. Esmer’s intrusion might just give him the perfect excuse. “His eyes! The Princess is in danger. His demon might lose control and he may harm her-” “Esmer!” He shook her out of her hysterics. She shook, lost. Sighing, he pulled her to the sofa. “He wouldn’t ever hurt her. Hurting her physically is as if hurting his own flesh. This is what Chosen means to Beasts.” Esmer finally looked up to see him candidly. He gave her an assuring smile, “Besides you haven’t seen the Princess kill a demonic monster or ruin the tombs of her husband’s ancestors. She will hold him off until we are needed.” Esmer nodded, hesitantly. It was strange. Rurik stared at the with a puzzled expres
“I haven’t even had breakfast yet… Aren’t you going to get me something to eat first?” Laylin haughtily added, giving Ambrose a firm glare as he stared at her in a dumbfounded manner. His hand on her ass was back but much firmer, not letting her move. Laylin’s stomach churned in terror. Had she provoked him after all? The longer the silence persisted from him, the more she feared she did provoke him. While Ambrose's eyes darkened there thinking about the crappy food they would have here to eat. He wondered what she had been eating here until now. His wife was from the finest of lineages one could have except the twisted Rakhbar Royalty. His wife had always been adorned in the finest of silks and decorated with the most renowned of jewels. When he had seen her in those rags, he had felt himself almost blinded with anger, one of the reasons he had launched at the palace without a firm plan. His hold on her tightened and his eyes blazed further. Laylin suddenly felt like her husband
Esmer had no intention of doing anything to attack the palace right now. Seeing that she might need a lot of information to even stand in a face-off with the wizard much older than her. And it was the right move as the new information she had received had made her hairs stand on ends. She was pacing as all of them distastefully gobbled down food. “We need to think about this again. I feel like we are too less in number and strength to fight them off beside another thing has come to my notice.” She chewed on her lower lip, feeling lost for words. She didn’t know how to explain this. “If you are going to take your time, why not eat first?” Laylin suggested, herself only picking at food. She had no appetite. The witch shook her head. Esmer swallowed nervously, her throat suddenly feeling constricted. “What if I tell you he can control these demonic monsters?” She asked, trying to feign calmness. 'CLING! CLATTER! CLING!' After the shock of her statement passed, all eyes turned to A