Chapter 47

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"By the time Cora took over, they were already dead." He said calmly, and she looked at him with puffy red eyes.
"I could feel a haze of evilness enclosing the castle, and I was already on my way to see your mother. But by the time I arrived, they had accomplished their mission. Your mother and father bleed out in my arms." His words were laced with grief, guilt, and sorrow.
"Then what was it that I saw?" With desperate eyes, she questioned.
"I believe just a figment, created by a witch. The aura of dark magic was too great that night!" King Emmerich possessed the ability to intercept evilness, dark magic, fear, blood, and death. He was drawn to it from a young age, and the wildness within him ran by, devouring them. He is mighty, and his vision can travel any distance to identify the source of the evilness or dark motives. And, when it comes to his family and himself, he can sense when someone is plotting something evil to harm them. He can directly draw power from hell; he is said to be Lucifer's first born, and his demon is said to be Calcifer, or the fire of hell.
Seraphina was deep in thought when Emmerich put his hand on her shoulder and said,
"Believe me when I say that you are not to be blamed for their death. I'm not sure what you saw, what they told you, or why you left without even giving me a glance. But I'm not going to let you punish yourself in this way anymore." He said, and she looked at him, perplexed.
"Of course, I am aware that you left on your own. No living being is strong enough to repel the Mirties Angelas. I should have been able to find you sooner, but it appears that you learned well from the lessons I gave you." She chuckled as he said proudly with a smirk on his lips. Mirties Angelas, he had given her this nickname since she was a child.
(Angel of Death)
"I've missed you Tėtis."
"I and your Močiutė have missed you even more kruvinas mėnulis."
(Grandmother. Blood moon.)
She gave him a sad smile, and he returned it.
"Despite the fact that I adore your mother's hair and eyes on you, I prefer the look you were born with. It reminded me of your father in so many ways." With a smirk, he said.
"Didn't you say you didn't like my father?" He rolled his eyes as she raised her brow.
"Of course not, he took away my Princess, and she hardly ever paid me attention after they met." She chuckled.
"Even so, I preferred you that way." He said this, and she sighed and looked down.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to change them back."
"What do you mean?" she asked timidly.
"I changed my hair and eyes because they said it would help me disguise, but I couldn't change back after the first few times." Her smile faded, and he knew it was something that bothered her. The Throndsens are thought to be direct descendants of the Goddess. Every Throndsen heir's first child was born with distinctive platinum hair and violet eyes. It was thought to be a sign that the heir had been blessed by the Goddess. If the firstborn lacked these distinguishing characteristics, he or she was deemed unfit for the throne, and the elders pressed the Alpha couple to conceive again. If the first child is not blessed, the second child usually is. And the fact that she couldn't change back could only mean that the Goddess had revoked her blessing. It bothered and saddened her, no matter how much she despised the Goddess. She had kept the feeling buried all these years, but now that he had mentioned it, she was truly tormented. Emmerich facepalmed in his mind as he watched his granddaughter's face fall.
"But don't you think red is not really a subtle color." He chuckled as he attempted to change the subject.
"I know, but I couldn't keep black for more than two hours, so I had to settle for red. It feels kinda natural too."
"I'm sure if you hadn't been the heir of Auhesraivia, you would've been born with red hair like your mother." She smiled sadly as she was reminded of her mother once more.
"I'll leave now, and you rest."
"Are you leaving?" With urgent eyes, she inquired
"Just your chamber. I'll see you at the dinner table. And I'm going to have a word with that mate of yours." Her eyes widened slightly,
"I saw what he did even before I reached you. He's lucky to be even breathing."
She noticed his eyes darken with evilness. He kissed her temple tenderly before leaving her alone and silently closing the doors.

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