“The Ehanian Princess isn’t human.” He paused to give Ambrose enough time to come to terms with he shock, but the King seemed unfazed. “…But then again, you probably already know,” Sayo muttered. Ambrose thought profusely of the whole thing and he was sure there was something more amiss about the girl than his blood-poison that was running through her veins. Honestly, he had expected her body to refute the intrusion and for her to die but she didn’t even look like she was in pain. Jerking his head, he turned to the demon who was bound on his knees with iron chains. The demon smirked in derision despite the metal scalding his flesh, “You must have thought I was jesting when I warned you.” The King calmly said. Sayo bowed his deeply to the half-demon in front of him with a flushed face out of pain and strain. With his skin scalded and blisters ripped, he looked horrible. The last few hours had been hell for him, but he still held on to the hope that it will be over soon. He was ri
“Do you wish to see your servant or not? I’m short of time and the shifts are about to change.” Laylin jerked up straight with her mouth gaping. She had assumed he would come up with an excuse after what her ex-governess said. She had assumed Eloise was dead and was planning to torment the King by pestering him. “Are you taking me there right now?” She carefully asked, looking out of the window. It was dark outside, almost midnight. He was staring at her with a mix of strange emotions, feeling queasy. She turned her head away. He was curious about the nightmare she had but when she seemed this reluctant to let him dwell on it, he decided to ask her later. Laylin too didn't wish to relive it again. She was scared and the worst part was she couldn't recall what she was afraid of or what she saw. He gave a nod, looking away from her beaming smile. “From what I know, she’s planning to leave the capital. You only have tonight.” “I-is that so?” she asked slowly, her head turning jerkil
In these guards' life, it will be their greatest misfortune if they were to catch this King on his secret trip. Looking into his eyes in the dim lighting, she felt her whole body numb under his administration before she finally summoned the courage to push against him. His head turned to her before he wordlessly stepped away from her. The commotion had died down by now too. Instead, a deafening silence followed. They stayed there for several seconds. Her heart beat a million miles a second. Getting anxious she was ready to speak when she felt a tug on her arm and he moved in the dark. With his touch gone, she desperately reached for him. She caught the end of his cloak but it was creeping her out. He had shoved the strange situation on her with no context. All she wanted to do was see Eloise but instead, another thing dawned on her. Even the King wasn't free to make a light of public opinion despite being a ferocious beast who could wipe them all out. She would never have taken h
She stared at his back in shock at the revelation. It was infamous that Ambrose had killed his blood relatives to get to the position he was in out of resentment, but this was news to her. Life of the King before taking over the throne wasn't widely known but to live in a such a dreary place to await your Execution... it couldn't have been a bed of roses. People just knew he was a General, the king's dog on a leash to keep nobility and other Kingdom's in check. A war crazed maniac. Apparently, his life was not as dandy as people liked to portray, which, for the record, didn’t excuse his heartless demeanor. 'There was truth in it when they say monsters aren't born but are made.' Laylin grimaced. The uneven floor was never-ending and she was sweating buckets and getting dizzy with all the footwork. Hesitantly, she asked the question that was weighing heavily in her head. “Are you… really taking me to see Eloise?” Snorting, his head turned back to glance at her before turning away,
She had to get to the root of this. If she knew the secret of the King and a secret that is related to Demons she would be indispensable. Her thoughts kept her busy until they reached a rundown hut in the middle of nowhere with nothing around but tall trees. As she was to pass by it, the King held her arm and pulled her in front of it. “It looks abandoned…” She solemnly murmured, looking around the strange dwelling. Giving a shake of his head at her, he kicked the door open. A shriek from the young woman inside was about to wake the wild animals, but Ambrose was quick to shut the young witch. Realizing who the captured girl was, Laylin lept to her at once and urged him to let her go. “I’ll take it from here." Once freed, Eloise bowed her head in utmost respect, her eyes still wild in surprise “Thank you, my King! I sincerely don’t know what else to say for what you have done for a lowly servant like me. Thank you so much.” Eloise thanked profusely, bowing her head deeply to the b
Eloise was too dumbfounded to speak but the reply came from behind her. “You seem awfully suspicious of your savior's intentions. I assure you, Princess Laylin. Our King is a man of his word.” Mark began, with a wide, roguish grin. Displeased by the interruption, the Princess raised a brow at the boy who looked like he was hardly past his teens and was trying to be smart with her. “The King had been generous to spare your little witch from capital punishment.” And he rubbed it well on her face. There was a rush of emotion circling inside her as Eloise thanked the King profusely when it was she who had lost everything because of her maid's mistake. Her hands grew clammy but her grip on her dirty cloak tightened. Feeling her body grow colder every second, she had to grind her teeth to witness this scene. Could she ever say out loud, the treacherous snake their king was and what he did to her? Never! 'A man who sets a price for his generosity is no man at all,' Laylin bit her lip fr
‘Tell her Esmeralda’s daughter will bring her the head of her coven’s greatest enemy. The Beast King.’ Eloise sprung apart from her, her eyes wide with astonishment. The brutality that ensued on the Sarng Tribe about eighty years ago by the beasts, was still a fresh memory for witches. Witches weren't always despised or had to hide like this. The Sarang Tribe was a traveling tribe. Their current barrier city was once an open house of knowledge to all, a treasure for scholars. Though there was a certain dislike for each other, witches and Beasts lived with a mutual understanding but when the previous King took over he made a sport out of hunting witches. Thousands of witches fell victim to his campaign, he almost annihilated them and sold the orphaned children as slaves. Eloise's own mother was a victim. If the witches' elders hadn't sacrificed themselves to build that Barrier, they would have perished and their knowledge dispersed. “Princess!” She shrieked, catching the eyes of
When the news of the little witch's death had finally spread, Scarlet felt hot searing anger flood her body at the absurdity. It was a game, a fishy game. Laylin was truly a gem, after all, that bitch! She scoffed, barely able to keep her balance as she staggered to stand. “She really was a whore! I must praise her for the daring feat.” She gritted her teeth as her servants cowered in front of her. Her anger was mostly because her pawn, she had perfect plans in monopolizing power in the inner court, rolled to her brother this skillfully. 'Laylin... I was right! The King really was enamored by her beauty and now I was left to rub her empty hands.' She bit her lips with a force her skin tore, 'I shouldn't have been so impatient to discard her! She was supposed to be my ace!' Everyone had assumed she was confined to the investigation when the King had taken in the witch but how the tables had turned... “Ha! She flipped the whole game just by spreading her legs like a low life. How