The Eternal Kingdom ✔️

Episode 11

Erica's POV

Why can't I just die, when my eyes get closed up?

My body wants death but my conscience wants to kill my enemies.

How can I survive this? How can I accomplish this, if my body is giving up already?

I slowly opened my eyes to see, I was laying on a red rug. I stared down at the rug to see it covered the whole room floor.

Wait a sec! I'm in a room?
In which room am I?

I quickly sat up to see the king sitting on a bed staring down on me.

Oh no what's happening?

"What the hell are you?" He questioned sternly.

My mouth was shut, why do my mouth feel heavy when I'm around him?

"Are you a witch or a summoner. What the fuck are you?" He questioned seriously.

"I'm human. Obviously." I replied sarcastically.

"Stop lying." He shouted.

"I'm not lying."

"When I ignited a heavy wind, why weren't you blown?"

"Stop being shocked, I'm not a weakling."

"Don't tell me that shit. Humans are weak, pathetic, useless."

"And I'm not weak." I told him boldly.

"Keep shut." He ordered calmly.

What's wrong with this man?
First he was angrily, he started shouting at me now he's shutting me up with a calm tone.

What kind of mood swing is that?

And I kept shut.
I just don't get it.
Why are his words affecting me?

"If outside duties can't suppress you then inside duties will do."
"I want you to work tirelessly until you become tired of living and take your life." He told me in a cruel tone.

Stop dreaming. The one life that's going down between you and I is yours.

"Your my slave from now on."

What!

I tried to exclaim but my mouth was sealed.

"You will do as I say, when I say them and they must be carried out without any objection. Because, human. I'm going to make you pay for always disgracing me in front of my chiefs." He told me rigidly.

Like they are my fault.

I just kept staring at him with an annoyed expression.

"If stares could kill. I would be dead before now." He told me in a prideful manner.

I took a little time to study his room. His room walls were decorated with black and red colour. His room was so dark only the candle chandelier provided a little light.

This man is so Gothic for my liking.

He had a king size bed that could fit 5 people. Even my dad's bed wasn't this large. He had table by the left which was meant for reading, a little center table placed at the center of the room. His red rug covered the whole room making it look like a pool of blood.

Everything was designed in red and black.

"Human what's your name?" He asked.

How can this idiot not know my name?

"Erica."

"Erica what?" He asked feeling annoyed.
Annoyed for what.

"Just Erica."