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Kamara is desperate. She can no longer sleep in peace, nor can she eat without indigestion... especially since she has no appetite at all. Not since she overhead her father's conversation with his General about Callan.
It has been two months since Callan was put in that godforsaken dungeon, her father only ordered that he shouldn't be fed, but he has not ordered any torture session or any verdict about what will happen to Callan.
That had gotten her worried as hell because she knows her father. His feigned ignorance doesn't mean he forgot at all, it only means he is planning something much more worse.
Her worries was confirmed last week, when she overhead his conversation with his General when he was angrily telling the General that he's been waiting for King Lucien to come calling for her, but the King was determined to shame him after
1190 word(s)Published255Two months has not changed the fact that Vetta knows nothing to do with her life.These past two months have not been easy, as she always finds herself resisting the constant urge to go back to the Palace.But, she'd promised King Lucien that she will 'heal', she was determined not to let him down...whatever 'healing' means. The wounds she has cannot heal.But since she already made a promise like that, she was determined to try and live as a free woman, and she set her mind to keep that promise.In the past two months, she has tried to do everything normal women of the Kingdom of Salem would do. She goes to the market to get groceries for food, she goes to the fair whenever she hears there will be a carnival entertainment, she keeps her big house and even goes out back to pick fruits that fall in the garden.
1046 word(s)Published256King Lucien just returned from the Royal Court, very tired with a pounding headache nagging his head. He walked with a slight limp that comes with standing on his feet for so long. It was a very busy day like it has been for the past two months.Earlier in the day, he got Princess Kamara's letter, and he was forced to open it.Other letters, he did not bother to open because frankly, he does not care whatever its content might be. He has no intentions of marrying the Princess.But, when it came from a messenger, he deduced that there must be more to the letter—there has to be for the messenger to be sent all the way from Navia to Salem.So, he'd opened and read it.Indeed there was more to the letter. It finally made sense, the Princess's behavior here in Salem. Her heart already belongs to another.
859 word(s) Published 257 "Your good wishes for me are quite overwhelming, Whóre Slave." He was still amused. Vetta whirled towards the entrance of the cave, ignoring the blow to her chest by that name. "You truly don't think you can just walk out of here, do you?" His amused voice came again. "You only have to watch my back as I leave, Monster!" She spat without turning back. "I need your help." Vetta whirled around so fast, it was a spin. She took two deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. When she got a semblance of control, she pinned him with eyes filled with so much hate it would have staggered a lesser human...or a lesser monster. "I will rather die than help you with anything." She stated matter-of-factly. He clutched his chest in mock
958 word(s)Published258Vetta's steps faltered. Silence descended.Then, she turned and faced him.The venom on her face DID make him cringe this time around."You despicable sneaky monster." She hissed, "it's always about threats is that it? Always threats. Blackmail. Always."He shrugged, unperturbed. "It does the work better than anything else. Mostly because you know that I am a man of my words.""While other men's words are gold, your own word is aluminum." She crossed her arms, "I will still work out of this door, and let me tell you what will happen. I will go to the King and I will tell him everything. The rat he thinks is dead is not dead. Instead, he's in a dirty cave craving power.""Poor Vetta. You are so so so pathetic. I heard he gave his love to another? After all the sacrificing and everything
1225 word(s)Published259Baski urged the tired Queen Danika out for a walk to exercise herself. The Queen was grumpy and reluctant to go.After being in court for half of the day, she just wants to lie down on the bed and sleep the whole night away...if the sleep will come. But, Baski dragged her out of the palace.When the night's air hit Danika, most of her grumpiness disappeared and as their walk progressed, she admitted that an evening walk isn't a bad idea."You have a lot on your mind, My Queen," Baski observed as they walked towards the palace garden."I do have a lot on my mind. I tell myself to stop worrying always, like you always tell me, but sometimes I can't help myself, Baski.""Is it because of the impending marriage?""Yes. It has become foremost in my mind since those nagging ministers manicu
966 word(s)Published260Kamara woke to the news of King Lucien's letter, her happiness has been unsurmountable.It skyrocketed the more when Henna rushed to her bedroom to tell her that the Royal Messenger from Salem has arrived and he's with King Valendy.Kamara has been dancing all to herself since then, wearing a heart-warming smile on her face as she attended to her princess duties.She'd made out time, as usual, to take food to Callan's dungeon. They don't let her get past the boundary, because her father made sure of it, but she already has a few guards working for her to ensure that Callan gets food.The food she brought today, she handed it over to one of the guards as usual before she walked back to the Royal Quarters.From afar, she saw Donna's eyes pinned on her, the mistress was frowning in thought. Obviously, she won
949 word(s) Published 261 Two days later... Sonma is in his late seventies, his gray hair held in a small bond behind his head. But, unlike his agemates, he is strong and capable for his age. He did his best to ignore his visitor while he concentrates on the spells he's trying to wove together but it is proofing to be an impossible feat. Who can ignore a man like this one? His visitor dominated his sitting room. Dressed in the most expensive leather he has ever seen in a long time, everything about him screamed 'power' even without a crown on his head. A long scar slashed his left cheek, giving him a savage look he would have done without—the man will look scary either way. Leaned back against the wall behind him, his visitor has his arms crossed together, looking too relaxed and tensed at the same time. Has he mentioned that his visitor i
1230 word(s)Published262King Lucien's hand fisted tighter. He fixed the old man with his eyes, "Are we done here, Sonma. I need to be somewhere else.""Oh, w-we're almost done, Your Highness."The King glared at him.Sonma swallowed tightly, "Gotta cast spells now, Your Highness. Need silence n' focus." He closed his eyes and tried his best to clear out his mind.He got his silence as everywhere was suddenly as quiet as a tomb.Long minutes passed.Sonma opened his eyes, his brows knitted in a frown. Finally, he glanced at his visitor. He barely resisted the urge to cling.The King looked...harder. His face was like it was carved out of stone, his eyes unreadable. His shoulders knotted with a strong emotion that can almost be interpreted as rage. So cold."Is anythin