BLOOD OF KHARIS

CHAPTER 55: PRINCE CALLAN

Isaac is currently entertaining Ruby, while Greta and Esme sit with them having tea.

"You are such a charmer, Sir Isaac of Burburn."

The wearh smiles, "Now Ruby, you've known me for a while, please, just call me Isaac."

Greta and Esme roll their eyes. It has been weeks since they'd heard anything, and Ruby had tried desperately to reassure them that Kharis would be fine, but to no avail.

Greta had seen the look on Leonidas' face when he came back and found out she was gone.

Since then, both women have tried to act like everything is alright, but in truth, it is not.

Isaac suddenly stands, grabbing their attention. He walks away from the table looking up at the sky.

"Isaac?" Ruby calls, confused.

Lifting his hand up, a bird immediately lands on it.

Esme and Greta are shocked. They had definitely not seen the bird in the sky a few seconds ago!

Isaac unties the letter from it, allowing the bird to fly away. Esme watches him carefully as his face remains unperturbed while he reads the contents of the letter.

Greta stands, walking towards him, "Has Kharis been found?"

He does not respond till he folds up the letter, a small smile on his lips, "Yes, she has, and she is fine."

Greta's hand lands on her chest as she lets out a loud sigh, "Thank you, God," she says.

"Where is she?" Ruby asks, standing up.

Isaac looks at her, "For your safety, I cannot tell you that. The commander has tasked me with something important, your residence should be in the clear now."

Walking up to the older wearh he continues, "It has been a pleasure staying with you Ruby, I must now take my leave."

"Where are you headed?" Esme asks, making him turn to her.

"Back to Bethillore."

"Take me with you."

"And I as well," Greta says, making him shake his head.

"It's too dangerous."

"I was not asking, and if you don't, we will go on our own accord. Kharis is my friend, the only friend I have ever had, and if there is any way I can help her, then I will."

Isaac stares at Esme, a sigh leaving his lips.

***

"Prince Callan!" Bartholomew calls, banging against the Prince's chamber doors.

"Do that again Bart and I swear I will have your head removed,"

The man sighs in frustration walking away and leaving Callan to slump on his bed in annoyance.

Bartholomew cannot possibly see what he sees, or even understand him. Kharis cannot be replaced. One cannot find another woman like her, that is why he must have her. He has never loved another the way he has loved her. It is simply impossible to let her go.

"Where is she?" he mumbles under his breath, standing up, and heading towards his desk, looking at the map that his men had marked out.

"Somewhere safe," comes a voice, causing the prince to turn around immediately, grabbing his sword in the process and unsheathing it.

"Step out to the light," he commands, looking at the curtains that have cast a dark shadow. Emerging from there is Leonidas, big and tall with his sword tucked away.