Elysia: The Royal Concubine

Excerpt

Drip... Drip... Drip...
Blood was flowing down from the blue-haired man's sharp-looking sword who stood at the center of the black area. Although the place was gray, his clear hair was visible. His blue gaze rolled towards the girl on the ground and his feet turned to her.

It was Elysia, a brown-haired girl. She was sobbing, kneeling on the ground. Her pretty hair has become messy and her lips have dried out. Her grey eyes have turned black, without any light in them. Her face was pale as she watched the corpse of a woman and a man beheaded while she was shaking.

The room was gloomy with an overwhelming aura. It had enough light to light up the crime scene.
Yes, a murder. But there was no one in power to stop it. A monarch killed someone, but no one could afford to oppose him. He was too strong even if he fought alone against a whole army. He was a war god, and his power couldn't be tested by just anyone.

Elysia was trembling in fear, not because she was about to lose her life but because she had lost the most precious people in her life. She couldn't have imagined a world without them, now they were laying on the ground without a soul. Her beloved parents that she loved so dearly.

The male slowly approached her as he kneeled on the red floor covered with the blood of his enemy to meet her gaze. His blue eyes were the thing that shone in the darkness of the room along with his blue hair. He gently stroked his palm against her cheeks that had turned cold although the weather was quite hot.
She shivered, feeling a chill going down her spine.

"It's not your time yet." The man whispered with a soft yet sharp voice.
The female wasn't sure if it was to reassure her or to threaten her, but she hated this man. He killed her family. She could never bring herself to forgive him!

"Get ready for the wedding." The male whispered against her ear gently.

The girl was glaring at him with a frown on her face as she clenched her hands tightly. She couldn't hide her anger anymore.
"Don't give me that face." The man stood up as he sighed. "I'll make sure it's a decent wedding even if it's a royal marriage. After all, there's nothing between us but politics."

"I don't want to marry you. I have no reason to! You killed the reason I had to live. Now you ask me to obey your orders?!" The brown-haired woman yelled at him.
The man glared at her with a smirk on his lips.
"Oh, I think there's something you didn't understand. I'm not asking for your opinion. It's an order and you must obey, Miss. Claude."

Elysia gritted her teeth as she felt the anger inside her almost exploding.
"Oh, right. Don't get too angry. I heard it gives people wrinkles." The man spoke as he turned his head to spare a glance at her with a soft smirk.
'This guy!!!' She screamed interiorly, unable to yell at him. Maybe she would lose her chance to stay alive if she did.

That man was Sean Damien, the king of the country and it was her death that awaited her. She was the daughter of a mere count, Elysia Claude. She couldn't afford to offer him. But what did her parents do to deserve such a death? They never got involved in politics as far as she knew.

The man turned his head towards her once again and headed outside the house.

"Mom... dad..." Elysia sobbed as her gaze fell on the corpses.
"I'm sorry I can't follow you... I need to wait for 'him'..." She mumbled while with trembling lips that felt heavy and wiped off her tears that kept rubbing down her cheeks.

She carefully dragged the corpses to a corner and wrapped them up with a cloth that was nearby.
"I'll go call the priest now. Wait right here." She said as she ran hurried outside the house.

She stopped as she saw a magnificent carriage standing in front of her mansion. She could say it was the royal carriage as it's one of a kind and it had the royal family's crest on it.

'Is he not gone?' She wondered as she looked around.
"Searching for something?" Sean asked with a sneer on his face.
"Why are you still here??" She asked with an angered tone.
"To bring my bride to the castle, of course." He grabbed her wrist as he dragged her towards the carriage.
"Let me go! I have to prepare my family's funeral!" She shouted, struggling to get rid of his grip.
The man gripped her hand tighter.
"You're going nowhere." He spoke firmly as he threw her inside the carriage and got inside, slamming the door behind.

The female teared up, unable to hold in her anger.
"Mom... dad... brother..." She kept mumbling their names as the carriage took off towards the castle.
'You'll pay for this, Sean Damien.' She glared at the man sitting in front of her while greeting her teeth. 'You killed my family. I won't ever forgive you!'

Sean who felt her glares only gave her a smirk. 'Try everything you want, Elysia Claude. You won't be able to escape nor make me fall.' He thought while smiling.