Written In The Stars .

King .

Damien woke up from his light and frightful slumber. It had definitely not been one of his nights as he tossed and turned in his sleep.

He sat up shirtless, his torso and lower body hidden under his soft, silk sheets. He turned to look at the brunette beauty who lay naked under the sheets, still asleep after their night of 'wonders'.
Unfortunately, even a blissful shag couldn't cure his insomnia or, his nightmares.

His mind flashed back to everything that had happened these past few weeks. But, It seemed to focus on last nights' conversation with Dametrius.

*Flashback*

"Damien, The Crown. It will Cost you your life." Dametrius spoke to Damien, his voice uneven.

Damien looked at Trius and gave him a small smile. He knew this moment would come so, he prepared well for it.

"Dametrius. For years now, I have trusted your words. Your integrity and unshakable loyalty towards me has left me forever indebted towards you." Damien smiled at his friend then continued," Now though, it seems the tides have changed. The mouth of the sword is now in the opposite direction.. Now, You turn your back against me. Now that my destiny is soon to be fulfilled. You certainly must be mad, Coming in here and telling me that I will die. In fact, now I know that all the lies you fed me are just a way to get me off the road to the Throne."

Dametrius looked at his friend confused and In shock. He had never been indirectly accused of treason, even though Damien wasn't King yet. He never imagined betraying his friend, yet Damien thought otherwise.

"Damien, you are highly mistaken! I have waited hand and foot for your day of Glory to come. Now that it approaches, it is clear you have enemies, within and outside who want you dead. My friend.."

Damien didn't let Trius finish as he walked over to his wine cabinet. "Hold it.. It's okay Dametrius. It's no surprise that the dog bites the hand of the Master who feeds it."

Trius was furious at this degrading comparison between himself and a dog. Between himself and his 'friend' . " Damien I will not stand for these insults!" he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Sit then, Because there's more to come. You filthy rag. It was just a great misfortune that my ancestors saw pity on your household and they spared the lives of you peasant devils. I made an even greater mistake befriending you creature." Damien paused and broke out Into an uncontrollable laughter.

" Dark Magic? Ha ! More like madness disguised by the mask of traditional science. I should have slain you that night at the Harbor. But I saved your life. I..." before he could finish, Damien was thrown into the air by a great unseen force. Now, Dametrius was angry. He was very angry. He didn't care if that was his friend he had just flung to the other side of the room, -making a dent in the wall due to the contact between his body and a large oakwood chair- but he wanted to make sure his precious Damien got the message in his thick yet, undersized pea brain.

Dametrius approached Damien where he lay on the floor, obviously in pain but hidden under the mask of his cockiness. " Look here Damien, I was your friend. I 'am' your friend and I always will be. I don't care if you accuse me of whatever. BUT! I will not stand OR sit for you to insult my line or our magic. I give not a fu^k about what you think of my visions but I tell you the truth. The moment you ascend the throne, 'they' will come for you. Your kingdom will shake and your people will turn against you." Trius paused and looked at this young man who lay almost helpless on the ground.

"Your enemies will rise, greater than before and your family will chase you out of your own inheritance! The secrets that your mother holds will ruin you and... Fu^ck it mate! YOU WILL DIE!!! Don't you understand? " now he was scared. Trius was very scared as he thought of all he said, tears filling his eyes.