Lost in the Path of Fate

Chapter 133 - Sit

"Ruler...?" Asher was dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

Pier chuckled when he heard the question.

"Leaders, dictators, kings, what do you call them, Asher?" He asked and turned his head back to look at Ciaran.

"Do you prefer the term 'Monarchs', my king?" He inquired and Ciaran grinned.

"It suits you," The man responded and the three could only watch in pure bewilderment as Pier interacted with the strange person who was wearing an all-black attire.

It was more so towards Asher who could only observe in a complete state of shock.

It felt like they were watching an opera about sinister lovers who takes control of everything in their hands in any possible way whether it'd be the most wicked path.

"Pier..." He called and the man turned his head to look at him.

"I see, you haven't met each other properly yet," Pier smiled at him and shivers crept up the crown prince's spine.

"Everyone, please do meet my lover," Pier spoke with affections laced in his voice and all their mouths were left hanging open in surprise.

"Pier, what is the meaning of this?!" But this time, the man who had been silent since earlier spoke.

Faust had an indescribable expression on his face as he grazed over the two individuals.

"Kill him-" Ciaran ordered the dead swordmaster who was pointing its sword on Asher's neck. However, Pier interrupted him midway.

"Is there something wrong, Prince Faust?" The young man asked him and the only thing Faust could do was wail in agony silently.

'Of course,' He scoffed at himself and lowered his gaze.

The only moment he had met the young master, no, the king, was at the Royal Banquet almost a year ago.

He disappeared from the Taron Kingdom like a bubble in the wind after the banquet when the war ensued Belmaid. Faust became too occupied with everything that he could only wish from afar that Pier would not find someone else.

But what he prayed for did not happen. Instead, the time they met once more, Pier already had another lover and he was completely lost.

The sweet, gentle, and caring young master he danced with at the ball was no longer there. It had been replaced with a sinister and manipulative being that spoke words of poison and actions of deceit.

"None," He shook his head and smiled in defeat.

"There is nothing wrong, your majesty." He lowered his head in respect and Pier smiled widely at the cooperation Faust was showing.

"That's good!" The white-haired king spoke in gladness but the other two remained in a daze with what they were seeing.

"What... what do you mean... king..." Elena stammered with her words and she started to take a step backward.

"You're not a king, you're not a ruler," Her hands were shaking as she spoke but the other two near the window were smiling in amusement at her.

"She's entertaining, isn't she?" Pier asked the man behind him which Ciaran laughed at.

"She is. Like a street performer doing foolish things," Ciaran responded and they both laughed once more.

"Should we continue the meeting?" Pier asked them.

Continue the meeting? Should they even continue the meeting right now?

Around them were frozen knights. They all had once been living people but they were frozen by the man's magic and now they are set in eternal damnation.