THRONE:Bloody Strings Of Love.

An Insane Beauty

"There is always someone stronger than
you; yet right now,right here,I am the strongest."

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"The lady has left the palace, your highness."

A servant bowed as Axel stared down at the paperwork he'd been handed. Without looking up, he waved his hand as to dismiss the servant.

Clack..

The sound of the door closing was the last thing that was audible before silence engulf the prince.

'But I doubt you'd dislike it. Because you know, it's from the same place from where you bring me the roses you give me. I even made sure that I picked up the biggest one.'

"You've finally lost it..."

Axel looked up from his paperwork. Eyes filled with anger as he glared at the rose he received. He had placed it on his desk. The flower facing him and the thorny stem behind the beauty.
He extended his hand and reached out for the rose.

" You've got to be kidding me..did she found out?"

'No way..if she did, she'd have came here with a sword instead of this rose.'

Axel reminded himself of Calista and her experience with swords training. The young Dalton member knowing how to wield a sword was not that know to outsiders. Only those near the Daltons knew of this.

"...."

Axel remembered Calista putting something in his pocket. When he see what it was he scoffed. A rose petal, gotten black in the corners because it was rubbed rigorously. Another scoff escaped his mouth. From his point of view, his fiancee's actions appeared so immature and worthless.

"Does exaggerating run in that family's blood?"

The rose petal fell on the ground and was crushed under Axel's feet. Placing his hand on the smoothly furnished wooden table he looked at the rose and then at the papers he was checking: 'Current report about the war affairs'. Then he flipped some pages and looked at another report...most likely at a secret document that was hidden inside the report mentioned: 'Succession of the Dukedom; Elrod's duchy'.

"A small gift for my petty 'brother',"

"...If you come back alive that is."

[Many Months Later..]

Seasons changed and it was now mid-winter.As the capital covered in snow and the crowd of people selling goods from the South-west filled the streets as every year, there was a more lively and joyous atmosphere filled in the air than usual.

On a specific winter morning, the capital seemed more busy than before. The streets were decorated with long scarlet ribbons which had gold strips on them.

The snow from last night was all cleared and the main road was guarded by the knights, long silk-fabric scarlet ribbons attached to the poles and crowd of people from the capital and outside was hustled. The mixed aroma of contrasting food flavours like sweet and spicy dishes filled the air from the bakeries and food stalls nearby; all ready set business and to wait for the 'rally' to come.

Wondering what's all this celebration's about?

Why, it's the arrival of Levaerûn's heroes afterall!

Soon after a while, sounds of horses' clopping against the ground was heard as the crowded streets went silent.

"Is that them?!" A man from the crowd spoke, pointing to the faraway figures.