The Lady Of The Night

Prologue

Two men were staring at each other holding their swords. One's eyes are a little moistened controlling every emotion in his heavy heart. He smiled with sadness, he knew that it will happen one day but not that early... Betrayal...

Can you love someone that deep even if they hate you..?? Repetitively Loving the person again and again... Unrequited but true vibrating heart for him only....!!

The man against him raged in anger. Who've eyes were pure red with hatred. The word Hatred can't be weight against the white-haired man. For him, it's his duty and also his vulnerability against himself how can he trust... Trust seems to be dying every passing moment.

The whole palace was going to witness the end or the start of the pain...

Both ran to attack each other but the man in black hair swiftly turned his sword toward his own and at the same time, the White-haired man's sword stabbed his chest moving ahead and piercing his heart... Blood pours out. The black-haired man chose to die in love...

It was too late for The White-haired man to realize his love when the younger male's action proved it long ago but his hands are painted with red blood... His hands trembled in fear, he caught the dying figure the sword was stuck in his chest.

His lips wobbled, and the white-haired king put his dying mistress's head on his lap. Tears escaped from the eyes of the dead beautiful black-haired mistress...

The other warriors had their heads hung low. The happy people hid their smirks showing their poker faces. The king is crying his heart out but there is nothing he can do... His hands are painted with the blood of his love... He loved him but never trusted him why... Is being king made him that hard to trust and believe... What he has done....???

He hugged the dead body of his lover. He has promised him hundreds of things every night he spent with him...

" I'll make you my Queen.."

" I love you the most in this world "

" I promise I will never look at other women or men.."

" we will have children.. "

" I will protect you.."

" I will be the one who will die first.."

" you are not a mistress, you have my heart."

" I can never hate you.."

" your tears are my weakness"

The broken promises and words, every spent time and moment with him were precious...

A woman came running down to him trying to detach the king from the already lifeless body...

" My king... Please calm down. He is nothing but a slut... " just the words escaped from the lady. The king looked at the woman with red-raged eyes and slapped her hard. She fell to the ground...

" don't you... You... You... " he stuttered

One of the closest and the most loyal of the came and stopped the king with a stern venomous voice " Your Highness... I am taking my Queen..."

He took the dead person in his arms. King looked at him with dead eyes. He lost everything " he is mine..."

" yes he was yours always but you were never his... Love should be mutual... I had warned my Queen. But he was so desperate to play with the fate of his own life..." He said looking at the mistress's dead body. How can he not call him Queen.....? The purest heart... The way he loved his king. The sacrifices.

The King got crazy. When anyone sees him they feel like he is kind of dead...

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