Shock was clearly etched on Roselle's face as Romeo eased away from her and faced Luc. Roselle saw how his face had transformed from one that was playful and seductive, into one that was cold and flint-like. "Take my wife back to the castle." He ordered in a calm voice and the green eyed blond immediately nodded. Roselle reached out and clasped at Romeo's coat. Her expression was severe. Seeing the worry in her eyes, Romeo bent and whispered to her. "Don't make that face, love. Didn't I promise I'd protect you? I will not let a single unwelcomed person get pass this wall so do not worry, okay? Furthermore, we need to continue what we started but was rudely interrupted… right?" Romeo teased with a grin, trying to ease Roselle's worry. The certainty in his voice made Roselle felt secured and that teasing managed to get her to loosen up a little. However, she was not so much worried about herself but more for him. She knew he was strong but… that earlier nightmare… what if her father

Staring uneasily out the windows, towards the direction of the front line that her eyes could not even see, Roselle remained tense long after Luc had dropped her off according to Romeo's orders. She somehow felt that the air was heavier and chillier, even though the temperature was the same as last night. Unease and worry laid heavy on her as if there were a boulder sitting on her chest. She remembered those times in her younger years, she and her mother used to feel this way every time her father goes out to war. It was an awful feeling. Like she was holding back her breath the whole time and could only breath again when he finally come back home, alive. And this time, she could obviously feel her anxiety was more intense. Taking a deep breath, Roselle gripped the dagger Romeo had gifted to her. Tonight, she was not going to do anything but to patiently wait and hope and fervently pray that her husband will be fine and fulfil his promise… that he will be returning to her side. She

Blood suddenly sprayed out of the huge man's body without him realizing until Romeo's powerful fist crashed into his face and he was sent flying away from the troops only to drop to the ground not unlike a chunk of huge stone. Following the tremor of Gallas' collapse, there reigned a few seconds of dumbfounded silence from both armies who were watching this awe-inspiring exchange. Watching the fight and being able to follow their moves, Romeo's men smiled. "There he goes," David smirked and then lifted his sword as he shouted out at the Dacrian soldiers. "Our prince is the strongest, so don't falter! Kill them all!" he roared, and the Dacrians' morale soared as they too roared along and attacked with an even higher and renewed vigour. Their roar was so loud that the crown prince at the far back heard them and his darkened face went even darker. Leon, the half-blood who sent Romeo away in one strike, who stayed back to observe was now back. Jumping in front of Romeo and blocking him

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

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