Patra

A BETRAYAL WORTH IT

"Sometimes the person you'd take bullet for is behind the trigger."

Blinking lights of lamps lit and fluctuated from a distance when the dense fog over a particular area covered the long-lost river and the breezes blowing sent chills in the small village of Matamia. Birds of prey hid under the empty barks of dried trees standing tall against the odd. Crawlers went back to their den when they heard a banshee crying sitting near the river.

First in a while! It was a winter's night in the village. This inextricably unexplainable phenomenon gathered the oracles' attention. They brought books of stars and read the signs that could bring the light to the right path.

After the discussion held for hours, the oracles assembled in the throne room where the queen had been informed about the prediction of the stars. Sitting across the gold-plated throne were the ministers of the kingdom, waiting for the queen to arrive and bless them with her presence.

The kingdom's Royal palace was a spacious castle built on the rocks of the ancient era. The village, the progeny, had seen many rulers being killed, murdered, suicide in this bloody place. It was a sign that something terrible was waiting to happen.

The palace was built with high towers and seven floors. On the sixth floor, there was the Queen's room. A maiden rushed inside the place to the Queen's room. She had the duty to inform your highness about the presence of Oracles in the royal Kingdom. The maiden was about to knock on the wooden carve, embellished with stones and a gold door, but she heard something from the inside that sent blushes on her rosy cheeks.

"Ah... ah..."

It was the queen, moaning loudly while wrapping her sheets of satin.

"Bend over..." the man behind her pulled her ebony dark hair and whispered in her ears.

"Hard... I need it... do it... Show the talent you got for your Queen, Marcus." The queen's voice lingered in the empty corridors but behind those wooden doors, the maiden kept standing in her place to deliver the news to the Queen.

She waited till the Queen was done with her desires. Her loud moans were heard a long distance. After the climax, Marcus Dragneel left the Queen's chamber and stared at the maiden who stood outside the room. He smirked at her and left the corridor humming a whistle under his breath.

The maiden knocked softly on the door, and she waited patiently to get permission.

"Yes!" The Queen asked in a demanding tone.

"My lady! The ministers requested your presence in the hall. They have remarked it as an urgency." The maiden kept her head down.

"Inform them about my arrival. I will be in the hall soon."

After that, the Maiden had left the chamber and the queen got up from bed. She took a bath in the tub made of gold and cleansed her sins with the water.

She wore a revealing dress with deep red lips and Kohl decorating her bright eyes. Soon, The Queen arrived in the throne hall to get her hands on the throne she wanted from the beginning.

"The blood spilled because of it will only bring more blood to it. Haven't you heard the folklore of this dynasty?" A voice behind her made her stand on her toes.

She glared at the man with her great eyes and smirked on her lips.

"I don't believe in rumors, Sebastian. If you are here to enlighten the reason I have been brought at this hour in the hall, I would be more pleased." There was harshness in her tone but a smile on her face. Her aura was radiating from her body like diamonds under the light.