The Tyrant Of The Seven Seas☠⚓

Chapter 15

Sebastian trudged down to the bilge of the Sweet Lilian, Leonore and Reagan behind him.

"King Sebastian, I don't see why you think Harry is responsible for what has happened to the sea", Leonore spoke as they walked. "He has been in that cell since we visited the first sea. What could he have done?"

Sebastian had a cold look on his face. "Harry is part of a cult who practically worshipped my father. They call themselves 'The Cursed'. They are the ones who helped my father sacrifice the second sea for power....they were helping him prepare for something far worse"

"After my father's death, they believed the curses would return to finish off what they started"

Leonore frowned. "So that's why the coward wouldn't talk. He wasn't trying to hoard the riches of Madonna's cave, he was trying to keep you from lifting the curse and ruining their plan"

Sebastian stayed silent. He hadn't expected the curse to return. It couldn't have...not unless, he had returned as well.

Once they got to the bilge, Sebastian stepped towards Harry's cell.

"Look at me, you bastard", Sebastian spoke coldly, a hard glare on his face.

Harry stumbled forward, raising his head to look at Sebastian.

He looked feeble and bony, so much so that he seemed like a small breeze could knock him down and kill him.

Once his eyes settled on Sebastian, he sneered. "His highness finally graces me with his presence"

Sebastian remained passive. "What have you done to my sea?"

Harry laughed, as he struggled to get on his feet. "What should've been done a long time ago"

"The seas will be sacrificed to Eritrea! And in return, she will grant us our deepest heart desires! There is nothing you can do to stop it!"

Sebastian stepped closer to the cell. "Who is your leader?"

"He is he whose name cannot be uttered", Harry laughed. His blue eyes were unhinged and hysterical. "He is he who will save me from this persecution I face for his sake"

It was Sebastian's turn to let out a laugh. It was dark and it held an even darker promise. "And how does he intend to do that? You are in my ship, in my cell, beneath me. I think it is I who holds your life in my hands"

Harry's smile dropped from his face and his resilience faltered. "He will not let me die"

Sebastian cocked his head to the side, a cruel smile on his face. "Oh? But isn't your cause to lay your life down for him? I should think you would do that willingly"

"No", Harry's eyes widened as Leonore moved to open his cell. "Stay away from me!"

Leonore easily had Harry at Sebastian's feet.

Harry was beginning to shake in fear. Where was his divine saving?

"You have chosen to bow to a man other than your king and have chosen to betray your kingdom", Sebastian spoke, his voice sounding like a death reaper's to Harry's ears. "Treason is punishable by death"

Harry struggled to be set free. But he wasn't only significantly weaker than the king and his men, he was also outnumbered. And having not eaten in more than a week, his body was in no state to fight or struggle.

And so, to buy time for his divine saving, he sort to beg. "Your highness, wait! Please! Don't kill me!"

Sebastian drew his sword. "I will give you one last chance. Who is your leader? And where can I find him?"

Harry's eyes dilated in fear. He should have been saved by now. Where was his master? What if he betrayed his master and his master found him? He would suffer a worse fate, wouldn't he?

But king Sebastian was not a man to be trifled with especially if one didn't have an equally strong ally backing him up.

Harry had thought he did. But it seemed his master had abandoned him.

He couldn't die. He had sacrificed too much to not survive.

"I'll speak...I'll tell you all you want to hear", Harry spoke in defeat. "Please, spare my neck"

Leonore looked at Sebastian and seeing Sebastian sheath his sword and nod at him, he grabbed Harry and yanked him up, forcefully urging him to stand.

"A man who betrays once, will always betray again", Leonore spat in disgust at Harry as he held him.

Harry flinched. Wasn't he supposed to be glad he had decided to speak? Why did he feel even more of a killing intent emanating from the man?

Sebastian calmly stared at Harry. "Let's start off easy. Who is your leader?"

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Aletta sat at the edge of the bed in which Celestiel lay, feeling overwhelmed as she stared at the unconscious princess.

She hadn't been awake since Sebastian had brought her from the myriad attack yesterday.

What had happened?

The princess had no scars on her body so Aletta knew she hadn't been physically injured.

Then why? Why was the princess' pulse so weak and unsteady?

Aletta didn't leave that room until the king returned.

"Any improvement?", the king asked and Aletta solemnly shook her head.

The king's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Celestiel's sleeping figure on his bed.

"You may take your leave", he told Aletta.

Aletta bowed, hesitating as she glanced at Celestiel worriedly. "Please do not hesitate to summon me if the princess requires anything, your highness"

Sebastian nodded curtly, not taking his eyes off Celestiel.

Aletta took one more apprehensive glance at Celestiel before leaving.

Sebastian took off the belt that held the sheath of his sword and placed it by his side of the bed.

He turned and found himself staring at the princess again.

He wanted to see her bright, golden eyes again. Somehow it had come to brighten up his mood as well as the atmosphere of the the Sweet Lillian.

She had mentioned stars before she had fainted.

Stars? Under the sea?

It didn't make sense, no matter how much Sebastian thought about it. And she couldn't explain to him either because she was unconscious.

He was only glad no harm had come to her.

He turned over again, peeling his eyes off Celestiel's sleeping form.

Demorales Gonzales.

That was the man he was looking for. The leader of the cult his father had selfishly created.

At the very least, Sebastian was glad it wasn't his father. Because if it was, things wouldn't be the same.

All hell would certainly break loose.