Surrendering To You

Chapter 7

The once-majestic palace was now a crumbling fortress of despair, its golden walls stained with the blood of innocents. For decades, King Huang had ruled with an iron fist, taxing his people to starvation, enslaving entire villages to work in the mines, and executing anyone who dared to speak against him. His son, Crown Prince Peng, had been his loyal disciple, learning the art of cruelty from the man who reveled in the suffering of others. Together, they ruled as tyrants, their names whispered in fear.

But the kingdom had finally risen against them. Leading the charge was King Xyz (For now his identity will remain hidden, You guys will find out in future who is he), a man who had watched his  father killed by King Huangand people fall victim to Peng's father sadistic rule. Peng and his father had laid waste to villages, hung dissenters in the town square, and reveled in the suffering they caused.  The unknow had sworn vengeance, and tonight, he would deliver it.

The sounds of battle raged outside the palace walls as His army tore through Peng’s remaining forces. The cries of the dying echoed through the dark corridors as King Unknown strode through the palace, his sword dripping with the blood of Peng’s guards. His face was hardened by years of suffering, his eyes cold with determination. Each step he took was a step closer to ending the reign of terror that had plagued his kingdom for too long.

Crown Prince Peng sat in the opulent throne room, his fingers drumming nervously on the armrest of the golden throne. The grandeur of the room felt suffocating now, its tall, marble pillars offering no comfort as the sounds of his crumbling reign reached his ears. He had sent word to his father, hoping the cruel king would send reinforcements, but none had come. His father, King Huang, had always been more concerned with protecting his own skin than saving anyone else, including his son. Now, the old tyrant lay dead, his body dragged through the streets by The king's  forces as a symbol of the end of his brutal legacy.

Peng’s arrogance had faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of dread. He had always believed he would rule forever, feared and untouchable. He had inherited his father’s cruelty, orchestrating public executions for the slightest offenses and taking pleasure in the suffering of those beneath him. He was hated by all, but in his mind, that was power. Fear was control. But fear had turned on him now, and he realized, too late, that there was no escape from the monster he had become.

The massive doors to the throne room slammed open with a deafening crash, and Peng’s blood ran cold. Standing there, silhouetted by the flickering torchlight, was King unknown his face shadowed but his eyes burning with cold fury. His sword, still slick with blood, hung at his side. His chest rose and fell with controlled rage, every muscle in his body coiled with purpose.

Peng’s heart pounded in his chest. He gripped the arms of the throne, his mind racing for a way out. He had never feared anyone—until now. The room seemed to shrink around him as The king's  presence filled the space with a suffocating weight.

“You” Peng sneered, though his voice trembled with a hint of fear. “So, the dog of the rebellion has come to beg for mercy? You think you can take my throne, take my kingdom? You are nothing.”

The unknown's  eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a bitter smile. “I’m not here to take anything. I’m here to end what you and your father started.” He stepped forward, his sword glinting in the dim light. “There will be no more cruelty. No more suffering.”

Peng forced a laugh, though his bravado was fading. “You think killing me will change anything? This kingdom belongs to the strong, and I am the rightful ruler!”

The unknown shook his head, his eyes never leaving Peng’s. “You are nothing but a coward. You have ruled through fear, hiding behind your father’s shadow. And now, you hide behind that throne, trembling like a rat.”

Peng’s face flushed with rage. His mind raced. He couldn’t die here. He wouldn’t. Without another word, Peng bolted from the throne, darting toward a hidden passage behind the dais. His feet pounded the cold marble floor as he ran through the narrow, winding halls of the palace. His once-commanding presence was reduced to a fleeing shadow, his mind focused solely on escape.

But the unknown  was faster. He had hunted men like Peng before—cowards who thought they could run from justice. As Peng stumbled through the twisting corridors, his breath coming in ragged gasps, His  boots echoed ominously behind him, growing louder with every passing second.

Peng’s heart raced in his chest. His muscles burned with exhaustion, and sweat dripped from his brow as he reached the open courtyard. He had almost made it. Freedom was just ahead. He could see the gates to the palace looming in the distance. But as he sprinted forward, his foot caught on a loose stone, and he fell hard onto the cobblestones.

Pain shot up his leg as he tried to scramble to his feet, but it was too late. THE King xyz  was upon him.

Peng turned just in time to see the unknown's  sword flash in the dim moonlight, and in one swift motion, He  drove the blade through Peng’s thigh, pinning him to the ground. Peng screamed in agony, his body writhing as blood poured from the wound.

“You thought you could run?” The unknown  growled, standing over the fallen prince, his face a mask of cold fury. “You thought you could escape justice?”

Peng’s eyes filled with terror. His once-arrogant demeanor shattered as he clutched at his leg, pleading for his life. “Please... please, I’ll give you anything! Gold, land, whatever you want—just let me go!”

His face hardened, his voice low and deadly. “You’ve already taken everything. Your gold, your power, your throne—they’re all drenched in the blood of the innocent. There’s nothing left for you to give.”

With that, The king  yanked his sword free from Peng’s leg, the sound of tearing flesh filling the courtyard. Peng let out a guttural scream, crawling desperately across the ground, but there was nowhere to go. His vision blurred from the pain, and his breath came in ragged gasps as he stood over him.

“Your father begged for mercy too,” he muttered, grabbing Peng by the hair and yanking his head back. “But there is no mercy for tyrants.”

In one brutal motion, He plunged his sword through Peng’s chest, the blade slicing through muscle and bone, twisting deep into his heart. Peng gasped, blood spilling from his mouth, his eyes wide with shock and pain. He tried to speak, but no words came. His body convulsed as He twisted the blade further, his voice a low whisper.

“This is for my father,this is for trying to humiliating him in front of everyone, this is for touch him badly."He  hissed. “This is for every life you and your father destroyed.”

With a final, savage motion, He yanked the sword free and swung it across Peng’s throat, severing his neck in one clean slice. Blood sprayed across the courtyard, and Peng’s body crumpled to the ground,lifeless, his reign of terror finally over.

The King  stood over the fallen prince, his chest heaving  as he wiped the blood from his blade. The palace was silent now,the sound of the battle fading into the night . King  Huang was dead, Crown prince He peng was dead.And the kingdom at last was free.

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