My King

Chapter 17 - Heart of evil.

Chapter 17 - Heart of evil.

King Luka Black

"How could you?" I hiss at my father.

He diverts his gaze from the stone floor to look upon me, a brow raised in question, his confusion shown.

He grunts boringly. "Do what?" His annoyance at my presence clear in every word spoken.

"How could you take credit for something you didn't do. You took the glory happily, without offering any loss. You lied, just to protect your dear reputation. That warrior was to be honored for his great sacrifice, and you made his death pointless. And worse, instead of owning your mistake, you left the warrior in the wilderness to die alone"

"Joshua was your right hand, your best friend, and he sacrificed his life for yours, and you took the credit for what he died for. He should be honored with a fucking statue for honoring his promise to protect his King before himself. When you claimed his sacrifice as your own, you let him die for nothing!"

"The warrior you so carelessly left to die on his own, was part of your kingdom, which made him one of your people. He was yours to protect, and when he went missing, you should have done every damn possible thing to locate his whereabouts and bring him home safely. But instead, you just discarded him as if he was worthless"

"You're fucking despicable!" I spit the words out, the disgust for the man I've called father taking over every fiber of my being.

He hums calmly, not faced at all by my words. "Are you done?" His brow raised, making me sigh angrily.

"Just about" I grit out through my teeth.

"Good. I take it your mother finally blurted out the truth. I'm actually quite disappointed it took so little time, but I was starting to wonder when you'd come knocking on my cage"

I feel my anger spike even more at his careless demeanor, and his lack of response to my words. And now he's trying to pin the blame on mother.

"You really don't care, do you?" I muse, while shaking my head in deep disappointment.

This is the man, I've tried to live up to, I've tried to impress, I've tried to reach his ridiculous tower high standards all my twenty years of living. He was my role model my entire childhood, and I've spent countless of hours studying and memorizing every book to please him, and it was never enough. All the hardcore training I've puked my guts out to complete. All the tears spilt when my body screamed in protest. And for what - To become like this sorry excuse of a man.

He laughs joyfully, his wrinkles getting more visible at his cracked smile. "I really don't, son. Taking the glory for what those idiots did, is the best damn thing I've ever done"

"But I will admit, I'm flattered you thought I was the northern beast. Imagine having that kind of power, wow, what I wouldn't sacrifice to gain that" He laughs, a twinkle in his eyes that spell his wickedness.

I grit my teeth together painfully, knowing there is no point in arguing with him. It certainly won't change his opinion on the sacrifices that was made in his name. His smirk making it hard to rein in my wrath, I wish I could unleash. He would look so much better without a head attached to his neck.

"Well," I sigh irritated at what I'm forced to do. "Under the circumstances, I have no other choice than to release you, but you are no longer welcome in the castle. Your absence will be greatly appreciated, I promise you that." I pause to send him a brief smirk, his eyes rolling fast, his annoyance coming forward to play the game.

"Be lucky that I love mother. If it weren't for her, I would have left you here to rot. According to me, you no longer exist, I will deny you existence from this day forward, and if I ever see your dumb face again, I'll leave your limps scattered as a parting gift. You should get on your knees and kiss the ground mother walks on, to show your appreciation, but we both know you'd never do that, so let's just skip it, shall we" I say, more a statement than a question. My sigh shows my defeat in the battle at hand.