Duchess Of Sebria ✔️

My Beloved, My Doom

3

Four Years Later

The kiss was the last moment between them. After that, everything vanished into thin air. Just like she used to say, it would happen, it happened. The moment of forgetting each other came but also brought havoc in her house. That day they were caught by the king's royal sword of honour when they were sharing the heated moment. She could tell by his look that he resisted killing her. He was taking her up as a whore who wanted to lure the golden hen for her benefit.

That day he took him away from her, forever.

It was midnight when a door-shattering knock slammed on the main door of her house, disrupting her father's sleep. He groaned thickly and flipped to the other side of his bed opposite to hers while she was jerked straight in her cracky hard-to-call bed. Her heart lurched in her mouth as her whole body quivered in terror. Her body threatened to collapse when someone knocked again, this time with double fervour.

What if someone else also caught them like that and came to tell her father? The thought jammed her whole existence. She swallowed the lump of her throat and tossed the blanket over her body and wept while shaking like a leaf.

The third time, Aldrich aggressively leapt out of the bed and stomped toward the door. He opened it to give a deserving earful but a sudden force thrashing at his chest made him fall back on the floor. He yelped with shock plastered on his face, his back hit the ground along his head, he hissed while rubbing the back of his head. He lifted his gaze to meet a tall silhouette towering over him that stepped inside his house.

"Who the fuck are you and what do you doing here at this hour?" He called out as he tried to stand up but a man behind the silhouette shoved him and he fell again. Seconds later, an army of men trespassed the house. They had masks on so it was hard to tell whether they were thieves or guards for traitor inspection.

The man who seemed like their head sized up the house with his hand on the holster all the while. He coldly glanced at Aldrich and rolled his eyes off him. "Do you live alone?" He asked, his voice deep, solemn and thick.

The hair on his nape was erected just by his voice. Aldrich got intimidated more when he stepped closer to him, never leaving the holster that had a gun. He gulped thickly and eccentrically shook his head as nothing made to his mind other than this lie. "No...no...I live alone, I have no one to take care of me...please don't rob my house," He begged with his hands joined.

"Commander Zenner, hunt every corner of this shithole, I need her in front of me even if she's hiding in hell," He shouted the last words only for her to listen, his eyes never leaving the fallen man. Aldrich's eyebrow arched as he tried to sink down his words.

"W..who are y..you searching for?" He queried quiveringly.

"Your fucking sister. Hand her to me and I will leave you alive, hide her and I'll skin you both," The head demanded. Aldrich felt more confused.

"My sister...she...she doesn't live here. She is married," He told her truthfully.

The head scoffed, "You married off that slut in a mere age and she is still whoring around," Her sister was nearly his age and he was referring to her as 'mere age'. He wasn't getting it. Aldrich opened his mouth to explain further but just then, the commander's voice filled the silence.

"Your honour, we found her, she was hiding in the closet," He explained in an assertive voice while dragging the fragile girl. He stopped and hatefully stared at Aldrich, his fist painfully seizing her elbow whereas she struggled to get away. Tears were streaming down her eyes as she sobbed incessantly.