Serendipity Hill A man dressed in a long robe walked into the palace of the high warlock. He looked distressed as he approached the throne room. "May you live long, your highness." He yelled and bowed The high warlock looked down in anger to see who dared disrupt his play time. He had three young ladies with him semi-unclad. This has been the situation the Warlock found their selves in. A high warlock who abused the power of the throne and melted injustice to anyone that dares question him. The high warlock sat upon his throne, surrounded by the opulence of the palace. The three women were draped over him, laughing and cooing as they vied for his attention. As he reveled in his power and prestige, the door to the throne room opened. Not many had the audacity to walk into the throne room. "Williams. To what do I owe this rude intrusion." Valentine asked in a sing song voice. The mage bent his knees and bowed down stretching his hands in total submission. "Pardon my intrusio

Vladimir and Eugenia settled beside a low burning fire, feeling the warmth of its glow. They had been walking for hours and their bodies were tired. As they rested, Vladimir's stomach let out a loud growl, causing Eugenia to laugh. "Seems like someone has a bottomless stomach," she teased. Vladimir chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he said. Eugenia rummaged through her bag and pulled out an apple. "Here," she said, handing it to him. "This should keep you quiet for a while." Vladimir took a bite of the apple savoring its sweetness. "Thank you," he said, feeling grateful for the small gesture. Vladimir took another bite of the apple and smiled mischievously at Eugenia. "You're soft inside, you know that?" he teased. Eugenia rolled her eyes, knowing he was just trying to get a reaction out of her. "Don't get any ideas," she said, trying to hide a smile. "I was just trying to help so your stomach noise won't disrupt my sleep." Vladimir laughed an

As the days passed, Valentine became more and more careless about his duties as a ruler. He spent most of his time partying and reveling in his newfound power, ignoring the needs of his people. The once prosperous and peaceful kingdom began to deteriorate under his rule. Valentine's carelessness was evident as he indulged in his lavish lifestyle without regard for the consequences. He spent his days and nights reveling in the attention of the women who fawned over him, living in the moment without a thought for the future. His careless behavior and disregard for the needs of his people had begun to sow the seeds of discontent, and many whispered in hushed tones about the direction their kingdom was headed. Despite the warnings and the growing unrest, Valentine continued to bask in his moment of glory, blind to the potential dangers that lay ahead. On the third day of his reign, one of his spies came to report an incident. The spy reported to Valentine, "My lord, the warlocks are crea

Serendipity hill Present day. Valentine led fay into his chambers. She felt her guts failing her but she knew she was doing this for the greater good. She smiled at him even though she wanted to just drive a dagger deep into his chest and take away that drool from his face. He closed the doors behind them and pulled her to him. "It's going to be a very long night." He stated as he ordered her to strip. "Strip!" She shuddered as she pulled the string holding her corsets. "Faster woman." He yelled. She knew if she continued like this she would give him the ultimate power over her. If there was one place fay wanted to have a little say in it was in the bedroom so she stopped and turned to him giving him her bravest look. "First of all, if you want us to have a great time you need to drop the yelling." She retorted. It sounded harsher than she planned it causing Valentine to raise a brow in question. She had to smile to lessen the tension in the room. "What is that supposed to m

Isabella was woken up by the rattling of keys. She stirred and opened her eyes. She eyed the door lazily. It's been three days since she was brought to this room. She sat up on the bed and yawned as the door was thrown open. Sarah walked in with a man on white coat. "Good morning, Isabella." Sarah greeted with a smile. "How did you sleep?" She asked. "Good morning Sarah. I slept well and you?" Isabella asked. Sarah shrugged, "I can't complain. This is the healer sent to monitor your health." She responded Isabella turned to the man. He looked to be middle aged with a stubby moustache. "Good morning." She greeted offering him a weak smile. “Good morning to you.” The healer greeted as he dropped his bag on the cupboard. The healer didn't meet up the other day. Hence, his presence here. “You can call me Adolphus.” He said. Isabella nodded as she watched him open the bag. He brought out a long tube with opening on both side and told her to lift up to breathe in. He used it t