Splints of wood pierce under my knees, a promise of a migraine threatening in the midst as the captains' hands tightened into my hair, his nails digging into the skin of my head. And the worst of it all. I can't even look at her.
Gunter continues on, "Many of you may have had mixed feelings about me, becoming, the new King. Stemming from a family of a mafia. However, my father's past does not blur my pathway. I know many of you still view me as a dark prince, and I have a long way to go before I gain your trust."
His calculated words gained him an applause. His voice clear. Masking his darkness.
"However, as I have toured through the land, and have met all of you, more and more I feel the root of pride growing in me, each day that I am sitting on the throne. And yet even I as the king, failed to oversee the many threats, that lurked right under my nose."
I feel the burn of many eyes watching me, but my sole attention was searching for her.
"It pains me to know, someone who I have considered an older brother, a friend, and a close bond, do this to me and our new home." He paused for a second, angling his chin upwards and pretended as if there were brimming tears, and he looked down to me. "A bond that that has been damaged."
The crowd rials up, there hostility evident, chanting and speaking all at once, the sound effect mimicked a swish effect of an ocean.
But in the worse, came the best.
A cool drought of air whipped across the stadium. A gentle touch of a breeze, and it carried her dress along the drift. The silken colors of green swayed along my peripherals, the grip atop my head loosens in time and I slightly angle my eyes over to Tiana, standing only six feet away from me.
Eyes coated with sorrow and tears line her lids. Puffed rings around her eyes, broken inside, drained of light and energy. Her crown threatening to fall as she stays glanced down to the floor.
The strands of my hair were tugged and my head whips back to Gunter.
"My brother." he says. "We are not from the same mother, nor father. But to me you are and forever will be my family. And hence why, today, I come to you all as the King and ask for your forgiveness on his behalf."
The uproar silences to murmuring whispers.
"To the families of those who have had to bury their loved ones by the tragic incident. As your new king, I assure you I have made extensive measures to ensure my brother suffered horrendous consequences. And though it may not be enough for having to lose someone you love; I can only hope all the costs my wife has made out to you has been well than enough."
"And what does the queen have to say about this?" A man shouted from the crowd.
"She has been awfully quiet." said another. And soon they all piled.
I wanted to shield her from their eyes. Gunter only stood by as the people ripped her apart, mocking her, diminishing her title until he can finally say. "My wife suffered a great lost, and she has not been herself. A queen's job is very demanding, and it is a process she still has to learn. Even if it is far from her grasp at the moment."
Every man, child, and women lifted with laughter. But I roar with rage inside witnessing the mockery at her expense, caused by her so-called husband. The man holding me down curls his fingers into my shoulder. A silent gesture as if telling me to calm down.
How could I? not when she is in need of a shield. My arms are tightly gripped, and I am brought down to the ground yet again. Strong knees press against my spine and a deep voice spoke aside my ear quietly, "Either behave, or we'll put a muzzle on it."
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Unkissed. (Rated R)
Fantasy~~A simple promise kept in blood~~ Cruelly torn from his home, childhood and best friend. Commoner Nasir Omar is forced to live amongst the ruthless German mafia. Orphaned and defenseless, his only way of surviving is to become the enemy, a task he...