The Love Of A King (bxb)

Chapter 5

Stephen James portrayed as Taizan...oh heavens😍😍😍

Nothing speaks louder than power. That is what he had been taught all his life. Taizan was never a man of comfort. Never a man of kindness. He is a warrior set to battle demons and monsters. Battle those who dare to cross his path. Very unlikely for him to ever show any sort of blessing nor forgiveness. A heart as cold as ice and an eye as sharp as an eagles, he is the one king that you would follow and stand by till the end of time. You would bow to his command and battle in war protecting him because for all the reasons in this world, you know very well that he will protect you and your family with his entire being.

His dark black hair crown his head perfectly. His brown golden eyes were the color of the tree bark but one look, you could tell how hollow his life was, how many kinds of cruelty and deception he had gone through. For a young and incredibly gorgeous human being, Taizan lived life like prisoner. His darkened heart was caked in sorrow and misery. Just he had keep the town a better and safer place.

God. The one thing that he couldn't believe was real. If god existed, He wouldn't have tested him with such pain and sorrow. He wouldn't have to be so lonely and miserable throughout his life. What had made him believe in faith in the first place, ignoring his pleading, forgetting about him. Validating that there is no such thing as an answered prayers. No such thing.

"Mactum!" Taizan voice roars through his bed chambers. Indicating that he was not on one of his sunny days. The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets.

"Is everything ready?" He asks darkly. His voice hoarse from waking up from a nightmare.

"Yes your highness. The man will be prepared to be done off with when you are there." Said Mactum. His hand behind his back, though how he would prefer it on top of his sword. But, he is speaking to King Taizan, the man he bond his life too. Such gesture would be a disgrace and disrespect to his almighty king.

"Good. Call in the maids to prepared me for my mornings."

"Your wish is my command your highness."

Mactum walks out of the room and proceeds to inform the head of maids to prepare King Taizan with his morning routine.

With elegance, the head of the lady maids with a few other maids walk into King Taizan’s bed chambers and prepares the usual things.

First, they would wash his feet with warm water and King Taizan would wash his face and shaved. Then, his hair would be combed neatly. Some of the expensive herb oils would be massaged his his highnesses skin and face to ensure his royal beauty.

It was a standard thing for the head  lady to dress the king. She would strip King Taizan's cloth and put on his new wash ones. She's was an old lady and to be frank, King Taizan was as amazing as they say.  He was magnificent, Even for an lady of old age she couldn't help but inwardly drool over his body. But, she wouldn’t  say anything for the cause of betrayal and mocking of the royal was death.

When all of the things were done, the maids would clean up his highnesses  room and proceed to serve breakfast for him. Taizan would always have three piece of bread with tuna meat and salad dressing. A bowl of warm lemon drink to ensure his health and a few  fresh picked blueberries and a slice of cheese to go with the bread. It was an easy task for the maids to make breakfast for the king because  Taizan always liked the same thing. For breakfast. One day, a new cooker suddenly change the tuna meat and before the end of the day, that man was thrown out of the the castle grounds. Very harsh indeed.

He was not a man of change as everyone presumed. For everything that involved the castle, he would take matter into his own hand. Even choosing slaves for the cooking department.

King Taizan turns to inspect himself in the mirror before exiting his chambers.  He adjusts the golden diamond crown on his head and pulls on his big cap.

When he walks outside, a line of bodyguards and flag men were already standing tall. Awaiting on his arrival to proceed and follow behind and in front of him.

He always had many of his men follow him. Not because he couldn’t fight for himself, not because he was arrogant but  because he wanted the people around him to know who he is. How important he was to the land and how he much power he possessed that not just any common people could just touch him. He surrounded himself because he was the power.

When they arrived at the sentencing  court the people went silent. As a sign of respect for their king's arrival. Taizan took a seat on his throne and nods his head to the executioner as a sign to start the punishment.

"He wouldn't say a word your highness." Said Anadaria, his right hand minister appears from behind. "We've tried everything from whipping and drowning, a little bit of fire was included but he is very loyal to the man that has put his life in death's arms. This is not just any army your highness, it's very strong."

Anadaria take his place at the back of the king again.

"I would like to have my last word before I am sent to wherever God will send me !"

The assassin yells. Some of the people smirk and laugh at how ignorant and blunt this pitiful man is, even at the end of his time. All eyes then look up to King Taizan as he is the only power that could give such permission.

"Taizan!" Without warning whatsoever, the man yells. "Where is your men now when you needed them? Where is your loved ones when you're so lonely? How much does it hurt to be so pitiful! Are you scared you big baby?" The man continues to spit words of insult to Taizan and laughs hysterically. "You! are nothing but a piece of shit!!!" He spat.

The people around gasp in shock and words starts to spread around. At this rate Taizan's heart beat was racing and his temper was rising beyond limits. His nose flared from such insults and accusations.

"You will live your life in agony and no one will ever truly respect you as who you are! You want to why? Huh!? You want to know why!? Because you are just like him." The man whispers the last word but loud enough to make it to Taizan's ears.

As fast as lightning, Taizan takes out his sword and runs towards the man. He scream with and voice full of anger  and chops the man's head off. Before anyone knew it, the man had stop yelling as his head had rolled to the ground and down the steps where it landed in front of the awestruck. spectators. Most of the woman gasp and cover their mouth in ultimate shock while the man could only watch in terror.

Taizans breathing was as rapid as a feeling rolled around in his heart. There was a silence in the air that made him more calm than before. He pulls his sword into his hand and wipes the blood with the headless men piece of clothing.

He didn't show any kind of reaction whatsoever. He didn't show any fear or sadness. But far from anyone eyes, he was bleeding inside. Like a poison steel, his heart was rusty and fatal.

Taizan walks back to his throne and proceeds to enter the castle again. He didn't say a word. What was there to say? He had done enough to prove his power. That he was a man to fear.