The Necromancer's Prince

Chapter 25

Life here is perfect. The waves, the blue sand under his feet, the beautiful moons in the sky...

And his warm, cuddly kitten on his bed, the marks on his body and his sated state.

Tharn drags his tongue down to Type's throat, to the tight bud and gives a loud suck and the Kitten moans.

"mm... leav... me lone..." The voice is raspy and tired.

Good.

"Let me sleep." Type whines.

"No." Tharn smiles, pulling of Type's satin blanket cocoon, making his babe shiver in cold. He can remedy that.

"Maybe I should keep you chained in my dungeons." Tharn can barely conceal his hunger. Hands tied, legs spread... covered in his hand prints and essence... struggling against the rattling chains... begging for mercy... for a truce Tharn would never give him.

Type simply stretches under him, twisting and turning, finally lying on his stomach, throwing him a seducing, half hooded glare. "Maybe you should... I promise I would not be a good prisoner to you."

Fuck!

There goes Tharn's rest of self-control, making Type giggle first and scream later.

"NO!!!" Mild stomps his foot crying.

"Nong..." Mew tries.

"You are wrong! Phi! He is my son. Mine! Not even yours!" Mild screams, pacing inside Mew's private chamber liked a caged animal. "Yeah, you may have birthed him but he is my son! Mine! And he trusted me. Us!"

"I have a good reason..."

"No, you do not." Mild wipes his angry tears. "You said that before. Where is it, then? Huh? The proof, where is it? Did it occur to you to ask? Have you asked, Phi?"

"Nong... try to understand... I have very good reasons to believe it. It is the safety of our family!"

Mew paces as well. His mind reeling. Is he happy with this predicament? But he has lived a thorough life to know that sometimes, we have to sit back and merely watch.

"Well, my son is my family! I am going there. You can keep the rest of your family with you. I am going! You cannot ban me." Mild roughly takes the heavy bags he has packed, filled with the herbs and medicines.

Mild's pained eyes look at Gulf who is standing there by the window looking out. As if none of this affects him at all.

Gulf turns around, watching Mild break down little by little from inside. He merely walks to them and takes one bag off of Mild.

"Gulf..." Mew warns but Gulf does not reply.

Gulf does not speak for Mild either and the defiant glare in those eyes informs that Mild may not come back soon.

Siwat sighs. He is at loss.

One part is his heart. One part is his head.

Which to pick?!

And like always, Siwat chooses his heart. He cannot think straight when his Mymi is involved. Especially with the tears and... anger. Siwat presses his palm on Mew's shoulder. Offering a silent comfort that does nothing to Mew's pain, hurt and helplessness.

There are evidences... circumstantial and otherwise!

"At least take a commoner's cab. A mechanical one." Siwat gently says.

"I will walk, if I have to." Mild snaps.

"Mama going where? Momma crying?" Thanya comes running; worry filled in her big soulful eyes.