He, who made you a princess

Chapter XV

~ when fate begins to tangle ~

...in a different world, at the Emperor's Palace

     "Father, please tell me how to find you."

The emperor that laid on the bed was thin. He was just skin and bones. The gold in his hair has dissipated and the color in his skin faded.

But the sparkles in his jeweled eyes remains.

     "I'm sorry..." he whispers to his whimpering daughter.

She took her father's hand and leaned her cheek on it. The tears that fell from her eyes touched the palm of his hand and dripped down his arm.

     "I will find you father. You are my true family. My one and only father. I will find you no matter what. I promise you."

Tears fall from his blue jewels as he listens to his daughter's words. His heart struggles to beat. He does not regret his life. He only regrets the life his daughter is now trying to live because of his choices.

The things he's done, he's done because he cared. He let himself be completely drowned and controlled by black magic.

He let himself be a puppet for someone who's lost his mind. He let himself be used, and used because of someone else's obsession.

He watched everything happen without trying to fight it. His body moved on its own, and his mouth spoke on its own. His persona did many evil deeds and he simply watched.

He let go of himself so that the only person he cared about would not have to go through it. So that his little brother wouldn't have to...

But in his endeavors, he's made his daughter's life a misery. And for that, his heart broke.

By the time black magic left him and he's realized and regained control, everything was too late.

He only hoped that his other selves would not repeat the same mistake he did. He prayed that they would fight for control, and protect what was precious.

     "I love you, my daughter."

     "Oh father!"

She cried and weeped as her father's eyes begun to close.

     "I love you! My father, I will come find you. Please wait for me! I love you..."

"Jennette..."

When his eyes closed and pulse became absent in his wrist, his daughter touched his eyes, wet with tears.

The thunder and the rain made the room dark and eerie. Blood splattered on his face and the pillow. The same happened with her face and her dress.

As a more powerful lightning struck down, her faded blue jewels were replaced with ones that sparkled and shined like the stars.

     "Wait for me father."

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...yet, another world, at the Imperial Gates

     "Then, your highness, I will be off."

Felix, in a complete knight armor attire, bowed to Lucas and Claude. Behind him was the Crimson Blood knightage.

The small army of 300 emanated more power and intimidating aura than the entire Obelian army combined. Flags of Obelia paired with the knightage's crest, even the horses looked ready to fight.