THRONE:Bloody Strings Of Love.

Destiny

Meaning;
A fools excuse for failure.

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"Lady Rosette..his highness, the second prince has come to meet you." A maid spoke, shaking from fear. She should be, afterall it was the Rosette Broffet she was speaking to.A scary master of hers.

"Is that so?" A voice echoed.Long wavy blonde hairs tied in a ponytail with loose strands of hair gently tucked behind her ears.Her eyelashes flutter as those scarlet eyes stared deeply at the red rose in her hand.An envelope with the stamp of the emperial family laying on the desk.Her beautiful olive skin colour was flawless.Gently, she put down the rose and stood up.Slightly dusting herself.Taking a look in the mirror she muttered.

"Perfect."

.......

Making her way towards the water fountain, her steps were light and her gaze never once left the silhouette of a man.In a loving voice she utters. "My dear prince?"

As if a scene in a romance movie, the time has slowed as Axel looked at the female.Soft wind blows as his bangs softly flows.The leaves of the trees dance along the wind.The sunrays shine on him.As if he was a hero fondly waiting for his lover.

Already engaged?

Contractual marriage?

True love: Calista Dalton?

"Lies."

"Did I keep you waiting?" She asked.

"Not at all.If I could, I'd wait for you forever." He answered.

Walking towards her, he handed her a red rose.She took it and smelled it's fragrance.She smiled, and looked back at him. "I specially picked it up for you." He returns her smile and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.Softly taking her hand and kissing it.

"Such generosity.I might fall for you again, my prince." Rosette looked into his eyes.They reflected nothing but only love.

'I wonder what kind of reaction you'd have held on your face when you knew the truth?"

.....

clank!

The sword fell off Cyrus's hand as Calista pointed her sword at his chin.

" I defeated you, teacher." Calista smiled as she moved her sword from her coach- Cyrus, the one appointed to teach her swords training. Cyrus offered an airy laugh as he gave his student a thumbs up. "Amazing speed and moves lady Calista. I must say you impress me. You really take after the Duke and the young lord."

Cyrus picks up the fallen sword, his back facing her. He blows off the dust on the sword on his hand. " Your techniques... reminds me of.." he starts. " Has the lady been practicing with her brother?" He could hear Calista smirk out loud. "Bingo!"

" Then.." He sighs. " I don't have to teach you anything anymore, huh? Shall we call this our last class together.."

".....!"

dodge..

clank!

Cyrus suddenly turned around, swinging his sword while charging towards Calista. Calista was quick to act as she dodged the attack as she bend her knees and the attack by Cyrus was failed. Calista took the opportunity and grabbed Cyrus's arm, twisting it using half of her strength and locking his arm with hers as she kicked his knees with her leg and made him fall on his back. Still locking his other arm, she blocked his other hand by stepping on his wrist, making him unable to move. Her other hand pointing the sword at his heart.