Wanderess

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The copious amounts of red in the throne room uneased the Prince of Darkness greatly. He waited for his Grandfather to signal he was to speak. To reveal what he knew in regard to his mission the night before.

How to enter the palace undetected.

The King was in the process of signing various documents. What- Adrian didn't know, didn't care to know if he was honest.

All in the room practically quaked with fear. Barr himself, the King and a few Guards scattered around the expansive room. The Prince waited patiently. The time for reckoning would come. Reckoning to be unleashed upon the Angels and their entire kingdom.

The King sitting upon his dark throne finally deigned to look up, dignifying his Grandson with a nod in is direction- an indication to speak. To do what he came to do.

Stepping forward, his posture was practically perfect, his face as cold as stone and giving absolutely nothing away.

Placing his hands behind his back, the dark eyed Prince relayed how he managed to get into the palace undetected. Well... almost undetected.

He did not mention his encounter with the fair Princess. He did not mention that he did not fell her on sight. He did not mention that something inside him had awoken when she stared into his dark eyes. He failed to tell his grandfather that something had pealed open an eye inside him last night... and was now stretching as far as it could, as if woken from a deep slumber, ready to fill his entire being.

He wasn't quite sure what it was inside him that now yearned out, that pushed against his very soul, urging him to explore and to see what this newfound feeling meant for him, what it meant he now was.

The King looked viciously pleased with what the Prince was telling him. How he could crush his enemies from inside. What he needed to do in order to obliterate his opposition.

A queasy feeling settled at the pit of Adrian's stomach. Was it right to be telling this to a man who very well might ruin the only world he knew. Why was he doing this? Why were the words just falling from his mouth? Much like how water simply fell, cascading down a waterfall. The ease with which the words just spewed from him unnerved him more than he had known possible. A sweat began to break on his forehead. A nervous sweat he would say if he was to be trusted to tell the difference between as workout sweat, a nervous sweat and sweat simply from the humidity. And this sweat- this was no ordinary sweat. It only occurred in the most horrid or trying of situations- as Adrian's will was that of steal.

The shit-eating grin the King displayed had no dimmed in the slightest as Adrian slowly stopped talking. In fact, it had only grown. The pure perniciousness on his face send a rippling shudder throughout Adrian, racking him thoroughly to the bone.

He couldn't shake the existential feeling of dread that coated his every fibre of being in that very moment.

What had he done?

The King of Malvat looked as if he had just won the lottery. The dark smudges under his eyes seemed to brighten at the relayed information.

"We have victory in the palm of our hands Grandson. You have done well. You should be proud of your efforts"

Adrian felt anything but.

"We shall attack in the dead of night in two days times. Those damn Angels will never know what hit them."

He couldn't stop the words that came out of his mouth, "Wait."

The King raised an eyebrow at his grandson, peering at his through his beady, little eyes. "What is it Prince? Speak now, come on; do not shy from voicing your thoughts." His words were anything but the welcoming, friendly tone they intended to be.