The next morning, Sineka's return to her manor was shrouded in heavy silence, starkly contrasting the tumultuous emotions within her. As she stepped through the threshold of her home, the weight of Crocodile's sudden departure hung heavy in the air, suffocating her with its unanswered questions and unspoken truths.
Amara screeched. Her voice sounded like chalk on a board. "Sineka! Have you heard the news? That man you were with, Crocodile, he's gone! Left you behind like a discarded plaything!"
Sineka's half-sister, Amara, descended upon her with all the fury of a raging storm, her words laced with venom as she hurled accusations at Sineka. But amidst the chaos of Amara's tirade, Sineka remained eerily calm, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Sineka had to struggle to keep her composure.
"Yes, I've heard." Her voice sounded strained even to herself. She swallowed.
"Did you think you could trap him with your charms? That he would stay with you?" Her half-sister accused, her finger flailing and pointing towards her.
Sineka's jaw clenched at Amara's insinuations, but she refused to dignify them with a response. Instead, she turned away, her thoughts consumed by the sudden void left in Crocodile's wake.
The wicked one scoffed and mocked. "Well, it seems he saw through your little game. You're nothing but a foolish girl chasing after a man who was never yours!"
Sineka's silence spoke volumes, a testament to the storm of emotions brewing beneath her calm exterior. But as Amara's voice faded into the background, Sineka's mind reeled with the weight of Crocodile's departure, each unanswered question a dagger to her wounded pride.
In the solitude of her manor, Sineka grappled with the harsh reality of Crocodile's absence, the ache in her chest a constant reminder of the fleeting connection they had shared. And amidst the chaos of her thoughts, one thing became painfully clear - she was alone once more, left to pick up the shattered pieces of her heart in the aftermath of Crocodile's abrupt departure.
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The evening draped Frostheaven in a melancholic shroud, casting long shadows across the shores as Sineka received word of her father's arrival. With the news, came a missive for her. Her father was calling her
With a heavy heart and a sense of foreboding, she made her way to meet him, the weight of his looming presence hanging heavy in the air.
Upon entering the kitchen, Sineka found her father seated at the head of the table, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the room. His eyes, dark and penetrating, bore into her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
Her father was a formidable figure, tall and bulky, with a presence that commanded respect and instilled fear in equal measure. His features mirrored hers - the same hair, eyes, and skin, a testament to their blood relation. Yet, everything else about him seemed to belong to another world, a world that Sineka had long tried to distance herself from.
"Sineka, sit down." Her father seethed. His voice was like a thunderclap, reverberating through the kitchen with a force that left no room for disobedience. The first words he had said to her in years.
Oh joy, what a wonderful relationship they had.
Sineka obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for what was to come.
The Head of the Duskblade name did not hold back his rage. Of, course the news of Crocodile's departure had reached him.
"I'm disappointed in you, Sineka. I heard about Crocodile's departure. You've brought shame upon our name.
Sineka's throat tightened at her father's words, the weight of his disappointment crushing her beneath its suffocating embrace. Once, she had been his pride and joy. Ages ago.
She remained silent, her gaze fixed on the table as she prepared herself for the onslaught of his wrath.
"Just like your mother, always chasing after men who are nothing but trouble," His bite was venomous. The mention of her mother ignited a fire within Sineka's chest, a blaze of defiance that threatened to consume her. But she swallowed her pride, clenching her fists at her sides as she fought to maintain her composure in the face of her father's scorn. "And now, you've let yourself be bought by that scoundrel, Crocodile."
A slight paused ensued as he breathed heavily, either thinking or holding the rest of his rage in so he wouldn't harm her physically, Sineka wasn't sure. Both possibly.
"Pack your bags, Sineka," he demanded, "We're leaving for Serapha. He bought you from me, and he'll have you one way or another."
Sineka's heart sank at her father's words, the realization of her fate crashing over her like a tidal wave. But amidst the despair, a flicker of defiance burned bright within her, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. If her father's old news were to be believed, Serapha was Crocodile's new adobe.
"Very well, Father. I'll pack my bags."
As she spoke the words, a sense of resignation washed over her, the weight of her father's expectations bearing down upon her like a heavy burden. But deep within her heart, amidst the turmoil and the chaos, Sineka found a flicker of hope. Perhaps, in the desolate sands of Serapha, amidst the swaying palms and the scorching sun, she would find the answers she sought. And maybe, just maybe, she would finally uncover the truth behind Crocodile's enigmatic departure.
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A Bride for the Desert King | Crocodile
Fanfiction"Marry me," she commanded, almost. Crocodile narrowed his eyes at the impertinence of the woman who stood in front of him. "Ara," he heard Ms All Sunday mutter amusedly. "Who are you?" "Sineka Duskblade," she replied.
