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Can a person live and breathe pain?
That was the question Lucien was asking himself as he laid in the cold hard cage, his body hurting badly. His ribs felt like they've been roasted in a hot blazing fire.
His pain, he can always deal with on his own in private...in silence. But now, Declan needs him. Declan needs him now.
He bit back a growl as he got up from the ground and walked to the bars of the cage that adjoined his present cage with Declan's cage.
"Hey..." He growled out.
Declan opened his eyes and stirred. Lucien can see that he wasn't really sleeping, he was just forcing himself. At twenty-one, Declan has developed a very bad case of insomnia.
Just like every other slave. Some worst than the others.
"Prince Lucien..." He groaned, crawlin
1167 word(s) Published 109 Another strange occurrence because she always has an appetite for tomato bisque soup and roasted chicken. She sighed, knowing that the sickness will soon leave her body. It has too. It's making her too tired lately, and she doesn't want Baski to know. She does her best to hide it from her...from everyone. Her sickness. Her pain. Her emotional wreckage. She just has to keep being strong both for herself and these two females she has come to care for. She stared at Remeta and Sally who was sleeping beside her, quite oblivious of the world. She watched their labored breathing. Finally, she got up from the bed when she's sure that sleep has really eluded her. She might as well go outside and get some fresh air. She put on her sleeping robe and walked out of the bedroom. O
888 word(s) Published 111 "My nightmares were filled with Declan. That was why I couldn't sleep." She did say it then. "I'm sorry, my king." They reached the chair they'd once sat on, four weeks ago. To Danika, it felt like ages since the king brought her here before. When he lowered himself to the wooden chair, she sat beside him, putting some distance between them. They stared out of the river. In the middle of the night, the water was almost still. There were so many waves, no tumbling. Just the beautiful sight of water beneath the dark clouds of the night. Then, he wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her closer to him. He lowered his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. "Let us be like this... Just for tonight." He groaned. The tension left her body and sh
969 word(s)Published112Danika woke the next morning with dual feelings. She felt sick and so better, at the same time.The sick part of it, is the normal part. She understands it because she's been that way for a good while now. But the better part?She smiled widely as she remembered last night. Or is earlier this morning?That hug...She closed her eyes ams could almost feel his arms around her. He'd held her tight...like he didn't want to let go of her.Then, they'd walked. He'd told her about his late Cousin. He'd sat with her and let her put her hands on him. He'd put his head on her belly...Her hands rose and pressed on her stomach, her face glowing. She can still remember the way they'd stood there and she was patting hs head. They'd stayed for a long time too.Such a sweet sweet
903 word(s)Published114"Guards." King Lucien called calmly, never one to raise his voice.The door opened and Zariel entered. Chad has been scarce lately because he is preparing for his marriage.He made a mental note to have some private time with his friend slash helper since childhood, one of these days."Your Highness." He bowed his head."Tell Princess Kamara, I summon her.""Your wish is my command, Your Highness." He turned and hurried out of the door.The king parked up his well-written scrolls and got up from his chair. He walked into his library, towards the left end of the shelf where he has his last written scrolls all lined up.He took his time arranging it according to date of when they were written for easy access and identification.He filling in the
1253 word(s)Published115Sally was grinning like a child as she skidded her way out of the palace. Danika watched her with a smile on her own face.Sally was right. She'd been so caught up with everything that's been happening lately, she's forgotten what it's like to live the palace gates and go anywhere.Sally is her usual cheerful person, stopping by every flower to pick a little part of it. She puts it to her nose and inhales deeply."Aah! It smells so good, my princess.""It does, doesn't it?" Danika complied.Sally stuck it to her hair and continued skidding down her part. Danika followed her in steady strikes.The people of Salem watched her as she walked in that aristocratic way that's like a second skin to her. She has her incredibly long hair in a bum at the back of her head, and her clothes, though
801 word(s) Published 116 As Danika read through the book, the felt all the color drain from her face. Her hands became sweaty and her throat went dry like sandpaper. Oh...Creator! No, please, it can't be... Most of these signs and symptoms here, she has them. All these while, she'd thought that she was sick because of the King's coldness towards her and his upcoming marriage to Princess Kamara. But... She swallowed tightly. No, no, she can't be pregnant. No, there's a mistake somewhere. Madamn Baski had told her that she can't get pregnant because of the herbs she'd gave her on her second night with the king. So, there's just no way that she's pregnant! "Danika, you just can't be...!" She consoled herself in a whispered. It's all a coincidence. It just can't be...!
984 word(s)Published117Danika walked from one corner of the market to the other, buying the things she needed. Some people glared at her as she passed, but she bowed to them slightly and walked away with her shoulders high.Pregnant...?No matter how she tried not to think about it, her traitorous mind keeps going back to that awful possibility. Terror seized her system.Heavens, no. It can't be. She convinced herself stubbornly. There's no way---A girl ran into her."Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" The girl said as she pulled away from her.Danika caught herself from falling. She looked at the girl in front of her. The girl wouldn't be more than eight years old, and she was dirty and dressed in rags. A lowborn."It's okay. No harm done." She said softly.The girl nodded her
834 word(s)Published118Baski was picking herbs with her daughter. Remeta was happy all day. Her expression was cheerful and bright. That was how it's been for few weeks now.It gives Baski a special kind of joy. Today, they were picking new fallen leaves.All of a sudden, Remeta let go of her bowl and it fell to the ground. Her eyes went wide and she began crying.A loud distressed cry filled with so much pain."Remeta! Remeta!" Baski dropped her own bucket and ran to her.Remeta's eyes remained wild, she stared at the space in front of her unseeingly. "No, no, no!"She was crying. She was shaking her head.Baski was filled with pain and panic at the sight. What is wrong with her daughter?She grabbed hold of Remeta's arms and shook her roughly. "What is it, Remeta?