The Raven Prince

chapter 11.

* sorry for the wait guys, I started between college and work, I could hardly find the time to breath.... so on with the story!*

In a dark room sat a cloaked figure, though the man under the cloak seemed impassive and calm, his deep brown eyes told a different story. He was in a blind crippling rage. He was so close, so close indeed. He had the chosen one at arms length, she was so close in fact, that he could smell her addictive scent, he could have caressed that soft, silky skin beneath his fingertips, he could have had her sweet sweet blood on his hands as she died at his feet.

He was so close to luring her in, he could taste the power on the power on the tip of his tongue. He was so close, so freaking close to crippling that blasted Prince Raven, to crumbling his empire and stealing the throne.

He had been the one to send the man beast to eliminate her that night, only to have such a golden opportunity squandered by the Raven Prince himself. How ironic.

"Master Forteworth, the army is ready and awaiting your word sir." The dark lord's army general informed him with a bow of respect.

"Well then, inform them to bid farewell to their loved ones, we leave mobilize in one weeks time. Now get out of my sight." The cloaked man hissed before turning his back on the beast of a general. The general nodded his respect before quickly walking out from wich he came.

Once the large fortified iron door slammed shut, the figure dropped his hoodie and turned toward the light revealing the face of a smirking James with the most sinister glint in his eye.

"Oh, dear Tatum I hope you have fully prepared yourself for hell, because I am bringing it to your doorstep."
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Meanwhile, in Alicante, Tatum is curled up on the bed with a sleeping Blue, while a scowling Raven stood feet away with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He couldn't help the jealousy rising from his chest into his throat. HE should be the one cuddling his Tatum, not this four legged ball of fur.

Raven was just about to grab the K9 by its neck and toss it out the window when the door was thrown open, revealing a panic stricken Nina. "My prince, we have a situation! General Graves requests an audience with your majesty in the throne room!" She screamed in a whisper, not wanting to awaken the future queen.

Raven didn't want to leave Tatum unsupervised, incase she managed to harm herself again. Upon seeing his indecisiveness, Nina volunteered herself to watch over her princess in the prince's absence. Though Raven rebuked the entire idea of leaving this love's side, he knew the situation held much urgency, so he immediately took his leave.

He reached his throne room in a matter of minutes where he met with is most trusted general. He and Raven had fought many battles together in the past. Graves had saved the young prince's life multiple times.

General Graves stood in a very stiff and proper manner awaiting his superior's arrival. In his hands, he held a folder overflowing with papers. As soon as Raven entered the room, Graves turned his entire body in the Prince's direction and thrusted the full, worn folder into Raven's arms before getting straight to the point.

"The dark lord is mobilizing an attack on Alicante, an inside source informs that war will befall us in a week's time, my prince." At those words, Raven went pale.

"The prophecy has begun." He stuttered in horror.