Struggling to wake up, chasing every glimpse of light to survive, life have become more tougher than what 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐢 have expected. Shackled and bounded in chains, getting ordered and whipped after making simple mistakes, the...
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Pxyron groaned as he put the last paper down. He's been reading for hours and he felt like his eyes were about to pop out of his skin. Day and night, that is what he always does. If not reading reports that his city councils have submitted, he roams and checks every nook of his city making sure everything is in place. He rarely has free time and when he does, he tries to get some sleep or visit his parents who are always complaining whenever he doesn’t show up in a month or two. He always does the same routine every day. It’s exhausting, stressful and consuming. What frustrated him more is that everyone was expecting him to produce an heir soon. But where in the world will he find a wife? In his state, he has no time to hunt a better candidate that he can call his. There might be someone that is a perfect fit for him out there but he has no idea where to find this person. He’s been searching for years to find her but to no avail.
He ran his fingers through his silky charcoal black hair. He slowly parted his swivel chair and walked towards the glass wall of his area. His eyes watched the city lights. As the top of them all, he occupies the highest level in Echelon. The other Lords occupy the floor below him. Their building is the tallest structure that was built in the city. That includes their offices. Dystopia was his city and the heart of his country Zhynob. Being the emperor is not as easy as anyone could expect. He’s working hard, putting everything in place. His responsibility is not just his city but the other 11 too.
His State relies on him. He watches the lights of his city, creating a scenery closer to fireflies filling the air. It was beautiful. But no matter how beautiful it is to look from afar, there’s still danger that lurks in the dark corner of the alleys. He sighs before closing the curtains and turns towards another room. His bed was eagerly waiting for him to finally submit to it. A yawn escaped his lips as he took off his shirt and threw it somewhere. He kicked his shoes off his feet and finally climbed his soft slumber. Relieved rushes over him as his back settles to the comfy-cottony cushion. Grabbing his comforter and covering his half naked body, he yawned again. His eyelids get heavier along with his calm breathing. He was about to submit to sleep when suddenly a loud scream echoed that made his nerves awaken and alerted him.
He gets up off bed with a gun in his right hand, ready to shoot whoever dared disturb his peace. His eyes darted on the door, waiting for something. He hated being disturbed. Slowly, he got up from bed and marched outside. He was ready to blow the skull of whoever will come his way. Who’s loud enough to scream through his soundproof room? He stopped in the doorway when he saw a woman lying on his precious couch. He runs his fingers through his hair before he slips his gun through his belt. He almost forgot that he is no longer alone on his huge floor. He has a pet. He slowly walks towards her. She was twitching her hands gripping her thin blanket tightly. She was sweating and her breathing was heavy. She was whimpering like she was in some pain. His clenching jaw softens. He took a deep breath, calming himself before he finally leans down towards her.
She’s pale. Her chest was rising and falling, trying to catch the rhythm of her breaths. She was murmuring something he couldn’t understand. A bead of tears escaped her still closed eyes, trailing her exhausted face. What did his pet go through that even in sleep, she finds no peace? Her nightmares are following her everywhere like the air she’s breathing. He slowly touches her shoulder.
