The Dark Witch

29. Strike One

....I'm baaaaack! I swear, I've never had so much trouble with writing a chapter before. It took me so long just to write this so I do hope you all enjoy it. Hopefully chapters should be easier to write with my writers block gone. Fingers crossed!

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Thank you so much for reading my book, it means a lot :)
Now on to the story!
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A sudden silence envelops the room as my father makes his way to his designated table. Whoever planned this banquet had an interesting take on the seating arrangements. There are a total of seven tables, one in the middle of the room with six surrounding it on all sides.

In the center are myself, Stacie O'Malley and Lord Kieran's three sons. The table in front of us holds my father, General O'Malley, his wife and Lord Kieran. Seated next to them are my brother, Lord Gaelin with his wife and Lady Halaema with her husband. Beside them are Lady Arachne, her husband as well as Lord Ruven with his wife and son. Directly behind my table is Alpha Fenleth with his wife and two daughters, plus Lady Zentha. Freya was placed at the next table with Lady Kaylessa, her daughter, Lady Saria and her sister. In between my father's table and Freya's table is where Demeter's seated with her company Lord Taegen, his parents and Lady Vanya.

I thank the maid as she lays down a plate of scrumptious looking food in front of me. Unfolding my napkin I lay it across my lap but before I take a bite, Stacie makes her presence known.

"Wow Darius your biceps are so firm, do you work out or something?" Stacie purrs as she runs her hands over his arms seductively.

"Like oh my god Dare-bear," Travis mocks in a high pitch voice making everyone, except for Stacie, laugh aloud.

Hearing me laugh, she throws me an icy glare before schooling her expression into one of disinterest. "Oh I had forgotten that you were here." She laughs maniacally then sends me a pitying look, "How are you coping with that little... problem of yours?"

I cock my head slightly, "What problem would you be referring to Stacie?"

"Well with your father recovering slowly this must put a lot of stress on you." She says while absently picking at her food. Lord Kieran's sons simply watch as she continues, "I mean, ruling this kingdom must get exhausting when you're all by yourself. I just want you to know that if you need help with anything, you can always come to me."

I scrutinize her expression closely. On the surface the sympathy looks sincere and genuine. The only problem is that it never reaches her eyes. Eyes tend give you away and hers say a completely different story. Those brown eyes hold nothing but malice and hatred as she stares at me.

Just to annoy her I send her a smile, "Thank you for that most generous offer Stacie but I'm afraid you have your facts wrong." Her expression morphs into one of confusion making my smile widen. "You said I was by myself when in reality I have my family, not to mention all the generals who are always eager to help me out."

"Funny you should mention your family..." Stacie smirks victorious as she leans forward with her elbow planted on the table while her hand cups her chin thoughtfully. "You say your 'family' is here but didn't you murder two members of your so called 'family'?"