Too focused with his fight towards Fiero, Crown Prince Matt didn't have a time to dodge the sneaky attack that came from Prince Rio. Matt got injured on his shoulder and before the sword could go deeper, he teleported on reflex at a safer distance.
"Rio!" Matt gritted in anger. "This has been your plan all along..." His glare that was sent to Rio could kill but the latter nonchalantly shrugged it off in a lazy gesture.
"Taking the throne from you? Yes. Colluding to King Fiero? No, but this is a great opportunity that I wouldn't miss in my entire life. My first plan was to eliminate your Crown Princess but since this happened, why not moved my plan to greater heights? Look what it got me..." Rio smirked triumphantly while waving his sword that was laced with Matt's fresh blood.
"I had underestimated you..." Matt uttered in a forlorn tone. "You will kill anyone just to achieve your aim..."
"What?" Rio faked a shocking expression. "You think I can't kill and murder my only blood related family...?" Rio laughed exaggeratedly at the end. "Well, think again! If you're busy pampering your Crown Princess, I'm busy plotting behind your back... Now that this opportunity was laid, who am I to reject it? Probably at this moment, your Princess Consort might be in the hands of the devil himself..."
Instinctively, Matt looked around and noticed that Fiero's aura was nowhere to be found. At that moment, Matt received a telepathy message from Mora. His hands trembled and heart filled with an unknown fear.
Wife...
*****
At a place where no light can be seen and felt, a slender figure of a beauty lay flat on the dirty ground. Her usual face filled with vigor and life was turned into simple paleness. Her breathing slow and erratic under the less oxygenated dark and gloomy place. Her long, silky hair scattered on the ground like a beautiful mural.
A droplet of water came down to the beauty's long and curved eyelashes, cascading to the side of her eyes and down her pale cheeks, passed to the side of her kissable lips before it flowed to her smooth neck and to her slightly opened outer robe that exposed her duduo and ample cleavage.
Another droplet went down and followed the same route before a flutter of the beauty's pretty eyelashes came upon.
When Hillary opened her eyes, what greeted her is the dark, horrific and gory surrounding where corpses lay next to her. She almost screamed aloud if not of her fast instinct to avoid unwanted attention in an unknown place. She clamped her mouth shut with her pale hands that were shaking from fright. She was sweating and her heart was pounding hard at her rib cage.
Had I been taken again to another unknown place?
Unbeknownst to Hillary, a pair of red and blue eyes were already watching her every move from the cover of the shadows.
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A Tale Of A Lifetime
FantasyMaxine Gosiasco, a well-known writer with a special interest about romantic fairytales, got dumped by her two-timer ex-fiance. Driven out by her sorrow and heartbreak, she bought strong liquors and get drunk at home. When she saw her best-selling bo...
