Chapter 43 - I'll Rip Your Soul Apart
The King's eyes, once ablaze with fury, now glimmered with a haunting sadness that seemed to stretch across eons. His voice, when he spoke, was barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of countless unspoken horrors.
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"I never had any will in any of this," he breathed, each word a shard of broken glass. "I lived in the shadows, a puppet dancing on strings my father had woven from cruelty and neglect." His gaze drifted, lost in memories too painful to fully resurface. "I was alone, so terribly alone. Even your father..." He paused, swallowing hard. "Even he didn't know I existed until...until he heard the whip's song echoing from the basement depths."
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A shudder ran through him, and for a moment, I saw not the fearsome King, but a broken child still trapped in that dark cellar. "That fleeting moment when our eyes met... it was the first and last time we truly saw each other."
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A chill crept up my spine as the pieces of this twisted puzzle began to fall into place. Looking down, unable to meet his gaze, I began to speak, my voice growing stronger with each revelation.
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"So, this Xerxes," I started, the name tasting like ash on my tongue, "he came to you as a savior, didn't he? Offering an escape from your personal hell through black magic." I looked up, searching the King's face for confirmation. "He manipulated you, made you believe you were kindred spirits. But now...now the magic is consuming you from within, tearing your very soul apart."
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The King remained silent, his stillness an affirmation more powerful than words.
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"And Xerxes," I continued, my voice trembling with a mix of dread and exhilaration, "he's stopped appearing because he's waiting. Waiting for you to die so he can claim your body as his own." My words gained momentum, fueled by a terrible understanding that sent shivers through me. "Everything – your obsession with my mother, my father's fate, the countless concubines, the annexations, all the atrocities – it was Xerxes pulling the strings, wasn't it?"
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As I spoke, a dark realization unfurled within me like a sinister flower blooming in the depths of night. The air around us thickened with foreboding as if the very shadows were listening intently to my every word. I felt an icy grip around my heart as I pieced together the grotesque tapestry of his life.
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"But now," I pressed on, my voice dropping to a whisper that felt like a funeral dirge, "as death creeps closer and your strength wanes, his hold on you weakens. That’s why you're telling me all this. You know what I am—what a Kiorian can do—and you think I can save you."
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The King's eyes widened fractionally; hope flickered amidst despair like a candle fighting against an encroaching darkness.
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"And grandfather," I murmured softly, feeling the weight of generations pressing down upon me like a shroud of sorrow and malice. "He knew what he was doing when he mistreated you. He knew it would summon this devil to you—this insatiable hunger for power and destruction. But he was too entangled in his own dark machinations to care about the monster he had created."
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I met the King's gaze squarely now, my heart racing as dread coiled tightly around my chest like a serpent ready to strike. "Did I get it wrong anywhere?"
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The silence that followed was deafening—a void filled with echoes of despair and unspoken truths that hung heavily in the air. It was as if time itself had stopped; we stood on the precipice of something ancient and terrible. The shadows deepened around us as if they were closing in, eager to consume whatever light remained in this haunted exchange.
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He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form the words, a voice shattered the tense atmosphere like glass breaking underfoot.
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"YOUR MAJESTY!" shouted a knight from afar, his voice echoing through the trees, reverberating off the trunks like a warning bell. "Your Majesty! Where are you?"
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The King’s demeanor shifted in an instant. He moved away from me so rapidly that I barely had time to register the disappointment that surged through my chest. The moment we shared—so charged with revelation and darkness—was snatched away like a fleeting shadow at dusk. Just as I was about to call out to him, I felt a sudden tug on my wrist.
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Before I could comprehend what was happening, he had grasped my arm tightly, dragging me forward with an urgency that sent my heart racing. The forest around us blurred into a whirlwind of greens and browns as he pulled me along, his grip unyielding yet oddly protective.
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"I am present," he announced, his voice carrying a sense of authority and urgency that cut through the air like a knife. The weight of his presence was palpable, and I could feel the tension radiating off him as we moved deeper into the shadows of the trees. "I am exiting the conveyance; therefore, I kindly request that you refrain from venturing further."
-The Sovereign's Chase-
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As we emerged from the dense shadows of the forest, the knight who had called out for us fell into step beside us, his armor clinking softly with each stride. The cool morning air felt charged with unspoken tension, and I could sense the King’s unease radiating off him as we made our way back to the picnic setup. The laughter and chatter of the gathering grew louder, a stark contrast to the dark revelations we had just shared.
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“Your Majesty!” exclaimed Daleyza, her voice cutting through the morning air like a sharp blade as she spotted us from a distance. She rushed toward us, her expression a mixture of relief and concern. “Your Majesty, are you alright?” Her eyes darted between us, searching for any sign of distress.
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“It’s all because of her,” she shouted suddenly, pointing an accusatory finger at me. “That you got lost!” The accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I felt my stomach twist at her words, but before I could respond, she opened her mouth to continue her tirade.
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But then she froze, her words dying on her lips as she took in the sight of the King’s hand still gripping my wrist tightly. The intensity of his gaze was enough to silence even the most boisterous of gatherings.
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“Your Majesty? Why are you holding her wrist like that?” Daleyza questioned, her tone shifting from worry to incredulity as she examined our connection. “She’s not a child to get lost if let loose. Besides, she’s a lost child anyway—”
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*SLAP*
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Before she could finish her thought, a sharp SLAP echoed through the clearing like thunder. The sound rang out so loud that it startled even the nearby maids and knights into silence. Daleyza’s cheek flushed crimson from the force of the blow, and she staggered back slightly, shock etched across her features.
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“Be advised that any further mention of Luxana will necessitate the most severe of consequences,” the King warned, his voice low and dangerously calm. “Namely, the forcible extraction of your very essence from the mortal plane.” His words were laced with an icy threat that sent shivers down my spine—a promise of violence that left no room for doubt.
{Meaning: "Say a word about Luxana again and I'll rip your soul apart."}
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The sound of the slap reverberated through the air like a thunderclap, sharp and jarring. Daleyza's cheek flared with heat, the sting of the King’s hand leaving an imprint that would linger long after the moment had passed.
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She stood there, frozen in disbelief, her mouth agape as if the very act of speaking had been stolen from her. The shock etched across her face was a portrait of confusion and humiliation, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that had filled the picnic just moments before.
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Around us, silence descended like a heavy fog. The maids, their hands frozen mid-motion as they served refreshments, exchanged wide-eyed glances, while the knights shifted uneasily on their feet, their armor clinking softly in the oppressive quiet. It was as if time itself had paused, holding its breath in anticipation of what would come next.
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The King’s anger simmered just beneath the surface, palpable and electric. His gaze swept over those seated on the picnic mat, a predatory glare that sent shivers racing down their spines. The air felt thick with tension, charged with an unspoken threat that hung over us like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury.
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“Your Majesty!” shouted a knight who came rushing toward us, his voice cutting through the silence like a sword. The King turned his face toward him, his expression darkening further at the interruption. “The guests have started arriving at the venue,” the knight reported, urgency lacing his tone.
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The King’s eyes flickered back to Daleyza, and I could see the storm brewing within him—a tempest of fury and disappointment. “I would greatly appreciate it if you would avoid my presence entirely during the course of this event,” he stated coldly, each word dripping with disdain. “Moreover, I implore you to refrain from speaking in my vicinity.”
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His voice was steady but carried an undercurrent of menace that made it clear he meant every word. “It would be most beneficial for both parties if you maintain a substantial distance from me—preferably beyond my line of sight.”
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Lilith sat nearby, her demeanor poised yet alert. “Come with me,” he commanded her, his tone leaving no room for argument.
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{Meaning: "I don't want to see your face throughtout the event, let alone hear a single word out of your mouth. So stay away from me as far as possible, OUT OF SIGHT. Lilith, come with me."}
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Without hesitation, Lilith rose from the mat and began making her way to the King’s side, her movements graceful yet tinged with a sense of urgency. Daleyza remained rooted in place, still reeling from the shock of being so publicly reprimanded.
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“Eamon, Fenris, and Idris,” the King continued, turning his attention to the three brothers who stood at attention nearby. “I entrust the safety and guidance of Luxana, Isabella, and Lily to your capable hands as you escort them to the event.” His gaze swept over us all with an intensity that made my heart race. “Please remain here for the present; I shall dispatch another knight to provide further assistance. I must attend to a few matters that require my immediate attention.”
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{Meaning: "Eamon, Fenris, Idris, escort Luxana, Isabella and Lily to the event. I'll send another knight to guide you, so stay here for the timebeing. I need to get a few things erected."}
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His words were clear but carried an undertone of urgency that suggested there was more at stake than mere logistics. “Understood, Your Majesty,” Eamon replied in unison with Fenris and Idris, their voices steady despite the tension hanging in the air.
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The King turned away from us with Lilith at his side and began walking toward another knight waiting in the shadows.
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With them gone, it was only me—Luxana—Isabella, Lily, Daleyza still standing in shock like a statue carved from ice; Eamon, Fenris, Idris; and a handful of maids who watched silently as if they were witnesses to a grand tragedy unfolding before them.
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Daleyza finally seemed to regain her senses but stood there trembling slightly as she processed what had just happened. The atmosphere felt thick with unspoken words; even the maids seemed hesitant to move or breathe too loudly.
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But just as the tension in the air began to settle, a maid stepped forward, her demeanor calm yet resolute. With a gentle touch, she took Daleyza by the arm and led her away, guiding her silently into the shadows where the flickering torchlight could no longer reach. The soft rustle of fabric and the faintest whisper of footsteps were the only sounds that marked their departure, but it felt monumental—like a curtain falling on a tragic act in a play.
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As they disappeared from view, Lily rushed toward me, her presence a burst of warmth amidst the chill that lingered in the air. She enveloped me in a light hug, her embrace both comforting and grounding. When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled with a soft smile that seemed to chase away the shadows. “Welcome back,” she said, her voice like a soothing balm.
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I was taken aback for a moment, caught off guard by her genuine warmth. Regaining my composure, I returned her smile, tilting my head slightly in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Lily,” I replied softly, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within me.
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The atmosphere shifted as Fenris, Idris, and Eamon approached us, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. But Isabella remained seated on the picnic mat, isolated from the gathering. She clutched a delicate teacup in her hands, its porcelain surface gleaming under the lantern light. Her posture was tense, as if she were battling an internal storm of emotions—ashamed to join us yet unable to escape the weight of her own thoughts.
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“Hey,” Idris called out, breaking through the silence that had settled over us like a heavy fog. “Where’d you run off to with His Majesty? You guys were gone for quite long.” His tone was lighthearted, but I could sense an underlying tension in his words.
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“Yeah! What’d you guys do?” Eamon chimed in eagerly, his curiosity palpable as he leaned closer.
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Fenris stood apart from them, silent and brooding like a storm cloud on the horizon. His eyes flickered between us but said nothing—his presence felt more like an anchor than a companion.
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“Ask your brother,” I snapped coldly, shooting Fenris a glare before moving toward Isabella. My heart raced as I approached her; I could see the hesitation etched across her features as she looked up at me with wide eyes. She opened her mouth as if to speak but hesitated—a breathless moment that stretched into eternity.
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I sat down beside her without waiting for an invitation. The air between us felt thick with unspoken words and shared burdens. Without thinking twice, I—
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*Hug*
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I wrapped my arms around her tightly—an instinctual gesture meant to offer solace in this chaotic world we found ourselves in.
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Her body tensed for just a moment before she melted into my embrace. I squinted my face in concentration, trying to convey my understanding and compassion through this simple act of comfort. Tears began to roll down her cheeks, glistening like tiny jewels against her skin as she slowly lifted her arms to touch my back.
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Then came the moment that shattered any remaining barriers between us—she buried her face into my shoulder and let out a soft sob that quickly escalated into something louder and more desperate. The sound echoed softly around us, intertwining with the distant laughter and chatter of our companions at the picnic.
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I held her tighter as she cried into my shoulder, feeling each tremor of grief ripple through her body. My heart broke for her; I wished I could take away all her sorrow and fears with just this embrace. The world outside continued to spin on its axis while we remained cocooned in our own little sanctuary—a moment suspended in time where empathy reigned supreme.
To be Continued...
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