The Ruler of Westeria

Kabanata 28

Third Person

The man on his black robe and disheveled hair rises on his bed—biting his lower lip. He dreamed of that woman. The woman with a silver white hair under the blood red moon holding Westeria's great sword. Her ethereal beauty was radiating in the moonlight and he couldn't help but to admire her. 

Admire her?

He stopped for a moment realizing his own thoughts had betrayed him. A maniacal laugh left his lips as he glance at the book on his side table. He found himself opening the book where he had bookmarked the present occurring events in the book. 

"And so, before the sharp blade of the executioner could even slice her head—he has come to save her." He read aloud as his slender fingers began playing on the thin page of the book. 

"Save her?" His manly chuckle echoed in the four sides of his room. "Why would I save the woman who sacrificed her life for the sake of another man?" Ismid nito sa kawalan.

Isang tunog ng pagkadisgusto ang pinakawalan niya bago tuluyang tumayo sa kaniyang higaan. Ipinatong niya ang libro nang nakabukas at nagtungo sa teresa ng kaniyang silid. Paglabas niya'y kaagad na humampas sa mukha niya ang malamig na simoy ng hangin. 

He closed his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. Hindi niya maintindihan kung bakit nagagalit siya. He planned to make that bastard suffer the same way he did to her but she interrupted the punishment by sacrificing her own life instead. It baffles him how she could even think of saving others when she couldn't even save herself.

When he opened his eyes, he could only see the darkness of his land. The only light that guides his people is the luminescence from the twinned moon. It was because his homeland, Zahartha is called a wasteland—cursed by the ancient Gods who considered themselves as good and labeled them evil only because they were misunderstood.

 This is the reason why Zahartha only have everlasting nights. They never witnessed the rising of the sun nor how magnificently beautiful it is to watch the setting of the sun. Not only the land was cursed, but also the people in it. And he had been striving to uplift the curse and free his homeland and people. He will make sure to avenge his ancestors against those people who caused their deaths.

He rested his elbows in the terrace bars as he bended his body—overlooking the knights roaming around the palace. It's only a matter of time before he could fully eliminate all of Cosette's spies. After all, he was only letting them live so he could feed them with fake information. 

"Should I visit her?" His wolfish grin grew wider. Nothing fascinates him than seeing his dear old friend's horrified face when he finally shows up.

He couldn't help but to feel excitement of how they will welcome the person who they thought they successfully sealed thousands of years ago?

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 had fully risen and people have began to gather at the center of the town where the public execution will be held. Xiomara was riding a caged wagon with four knights accompanying her. She rested her head in the cold bars with her eyes closed. She wouldn't die. That's what she's been trying to remind herself the moment she left her cell.

However, due to some unknown reasons her heartbeat seems to be restless. Malakas ang tibok ng puso niya na para bang may kakaibang mangyayari sa kaniya sa araw na ito. She's starting to think that something might go wrong. Mariin niyang iniling ang ulo niya. She will trust the process and credibility of her novel.