The Dark Magoi Rose

Chapter 4

Judar:

I was sitting in a beautiful garden. I never knew Assassin's had such good taste in landscaping. Then again, everyone here bows to the top "Dog " . I never met the guy,and personally didn't care to meet him. All I wanted was to see that girl again,but she seems to be busy with her work.

After all, she is one of these little mutts too.

But I wouldn't mind being her master either.

"Judar... Have you finished your training? " I rolled my eyes and stared at the bitch standing by the door. Not a day went by, that made me want to throw something at her face. It's taken me ten years just to be nice to her,but at the end, I still hate her. Still.

"I can't concentrate with you barking in my ear." I raised my voice at the last part. Not once looking over to see what pathetic look she has on her face now.

"I will wait until you are in a better mood. " She said,her voice was faint and her rukh tried to buzz towards me. I swatted them away. Not caring for the sorry story they were ready to tell me.
"Like that will ever happen. " I muttered. I didn't pay attention to her, but I knew someone else was here.

"You wish for me to watch for him?" I rolled my eyes and turned around. There she was, standing there arguing with that woman.

"There's no one else here to watch over him while he's here. " the woman protests.
"If you want something done,then do it yourself. " My princess responded. "Your priest, your problem. "
"He's not a priest. " The woman said, there was a pause. Then the sound of clicking shoes. The Princess was leaving.

"Damn... "I muttered under my breath, holding my chest tight. I'm not supposed to love, but here I am...thinking about ways to make her mine. She's years older than me, but I still don't care. She's fiesty, and lively and made perfectly for me.

The woman had returned and looked sad underneath her veil. "Are you alright, Judal? "
"Never better, " I turned away from the woman. "Where to next? I'm sure They have the next place planned out for me. "

"Dracul. The city of Khadij, named after one of it's first Goddesses of the country -Khadijah. " The woman explained, I sighed. It sounds really dull there I bet, I wouldn't be able to look around. Not with that Bitch down my throat.

I wonder if that princess is from Khadij. She has a Draculian accent.

"I suppose we should get going then." I mumbled, while looking up at the balcony and seeing her. Our eyes met and my curiosity was biting me.

Why was it so hard to concentrate with her around?

"When will I be able to choose a King's Candidate?" I asked. The woman looked over at me. A look in her face that made me want to take everything I said back.
"When you are finished with your training. We need your candidate to be someone you will have absolute faith into. Not someone you've chosen out of the whim."

I nodded. I don't know much about this woman, but I wanted to. I want her to be one of my King's Candidates. She would make a beautiful queen. A King wasn't needed to build her empire; she can manage it on her own.
That was how I saw her. A sole ruler. A dark rose in her court of thorns. I want to touch her, so bad that I didn't care if I bleed or not.. As long as I can feel her lashing out at me, in kindness or in anger, I'd still dare to touch her again.

Is this the feeling of want I've read in those forbidden stories?