Da'jami arrived around 9:30pm, the weather was horrible, but perfect for tonight's devastating news. Da'jami was wearing a black trench coat, and had a brown packet wedged in between his arms. He looked at the golden-brass doorknobs and waited afar as the gates swung open.
He approached the long path, with fountains, and orchids creating a narrow direction. He climbed the stone stairs that were draped with velvet sheets, and awaited at the main palace, doors. He admired the quality of the design, between the doors, and their crest, it was so unique. At last, the doors swung open and the butler announced his name
"Sir Da'jami Le'pore,"
"Thank you," he replied.
He entered the castle with a slight hesitation, having to take a breath before continuing. The halls felt longer than usual, and the air was at a suffocating, tense. J'marquis' pacing came to a halt as he heard the soft knock upon his door, catching his attention. He did not need to question the identity of the visitor.
"Did you find him?" He questioned, anxious.
"Er...in a way...," Da'jami replied, letting himself in.
"What's that you've got in your hand?
"We found him yes, however, he was not a whole person," he replied, he slid the envelope from under his arm and handed it to J'marquis. He snatched it from him tearing it open, and dropping to his knees.
"This cannot be," he whispered clutching the picture in his hands fighting back tears.
"Who did this...? Who did this! To mon amour," he demanded as he cried. Da'jami grabbed him by his collar and pulled him back on his feet, snatching the contents from his hand and tossing them aside.
"Pull yourself together, boy! Do you want the whole kingdom to hear?"
J'marquis drew in a heavy, shuddered breath, his eyes hovering back to the scattered images on his floor. Scattered like the body of his deceased lover. His heart tore in two, as his focus became fixed on the morbid fact, that he would never feel his love again.
"I will further investigate this, no one else knows about it, we found him this morning, and I will like to keep it that way. I will try and keep you as informed as possible. You have to let me do my job, your highness," Da'jami walked over and threw the images in the fireplace. J'marquis stood up and rubbed a match against the wall, as the flame illuminated his face, he whispered
"My sweet prince, I shall see you soon, I swear," then threw the flame in the fireplace and turned away.
Da'jami left the room.
J'marquis sat on the bed; he could not move nor sleep. Da'jami walked down the hall and made a left, instead of the right that led out of the castle. He approached the King and Queen's chamber, and looked at his pocket watch. The queen opened the door a minute later, naked.
"Is it done?" The queen asked inviting him in.
"Where's the king Symone?
"Fell asleep in the tub,"
"Yes it's done," Da'jami, replied, he tried ignore his love's body, his lust, and his thoughts.
"Well I should go continue my 'research', the prince seems even more distraught, than we anticipated,"
"You do whatever you can, my son will not take my crown, it's just a pity I could not kill that boy myself, I hated that bastard ever since he arrived at the castle.
"That is something that I will never understand, what has he done to you, he is your son, he is...was in love, and you idled the fact that his despair, would save your kingdom,"
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The news: The death of Jean
Mystery / ThrillerHIs love was taken from him, by who? and for what?. How much will he pay, to find the killer? How far is he willing to go to avenge his lover? Is the price of love worth the loss of family? And is money, power, and greed, worth the destroyed bond wi...
