118. Adrian was drowning. He looked around, wondering how he got here, and why the water was so thick. The smell hit his nose and he looked around again. It wasn't water, it was blood. It filled his nose, his mouth. It clung to his skin. Adrian tried to move, but his body wouldn't listen. "Help me!" Just as the words left his lips, his eyes opened. He sat up, sucking in air like he had been dead for minutes. There was sweat all over his body and it had soaked his sheets. "Fuck." He muttered, dragging a hand down his face. This wasn't the first time he was having this horrendous dream. Over and over again for the past couple of days, the same dream. Or vision, perhaps. He put his legs on the ground as he sat, placing his elbows on his knees and hands over his head, closing his eyes. He could still see it all clearly. First, he had been lying on the ground and his body was broken. There was blood everywhere, and not just his. The kingdom was gone, in ruins. So many liv

120. Some guards went to stand in front of Adrian when he was outside. Adrian kissed his teeth in irritation. "Move or I'll move you myself." They didn't need another warning to get out of his way. He walked past them angrily. All he could think about was the evil that had corrupted the king and was in the process of doing it to the kingdom as well. His head was a mess. "What do I do?" He muttered as he kept on walking. His feet led him directly to the back after a while, and he stopped in his tracks when he realised. This was where he disappeared into when he had to run to find Macy on house arrest. Now he had to go back inside. The catacombs. Final resting place for so much dead. If he had any chance of doing anything that would help, he was sure that the information would be in the catacombs. He thought of Maverick and his smug smile. The man still had Ciara, but if he was here, where was she? Adrian shook his head as if that would clear it and started moving unde

122. Adrian stood outside the manor for a long time after Macy left, hoping she’d turn back, even if she was still angry with him. “Fuck!” He swore after she didn’t come back. Everything was going wrong at once. The king was possessed, and what worse, with Maverick. Macy hated him right now, and somehow he still had no solution to anything. He walked back into the manor and one of the guards turned to him after greeting. “My lord, should we go after Lady Macy?” Adrian turned to him. For a second, he almost said yes. But then he sighed. “No.” He muttered. “She’ll just get angrier.” The guard nodded awkwardly before stepping back into position as Adrian went into the main building. The place was quiet. Most of the servants had gone to sleep already. He loosened the collar of his shirt as he walked deeper inside. “Maybe I should’ve listened to her more.” He admitted quietly to himself. But immediately after thinking that, he remembered Maverick and how he had kidnappe

124. Adrian couldn’t believe the nonsense that Henry had just said. "Treason? Are you serious right now?" Henry looked furious. "What else am I supposed to call this blood ritual?" He snapped, pointing at the ritual circle. "It wasn't a fucking blood ritual!" Henry looked down at the symbols with the blood on them. “There is literally blood on the floor, Adrian." Adrian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Okay, fair point." Henry scoffed angrily. "You always do this shit! Every single time! You are not a man to be trusted! You are always starting shit and I’m the only one who sees right through you.” “I don’t start shit, and I usually have a reason to do the things I do.” "Oh good, because that makes things better for us!" Adrian groaned and dragged a hand down his face. "Henry, please. Just calm down and listen to me for five minutes. Just five minutes." "No." "Henry!” "No!" Henry yelled. "Do you understand how bad this looks? If anybod

125. Adrian’s eyes were on Henry's sword against his neck. He tried to inch away slightly. One wrong move and things would get ugly very fast. Henry's breathing was rough and his hand shook as he held the sword. “DO NOT MOVE!” Adrian stared at him, raising his hands. “Are you actually being serious right now?" Adrian asked. "Tell me what the fuck is going on with my father! Did you do something to him?” Henry asked. Adrian stayed silent for a moment. His mind was running wild. Should he tell him? Should he really tell Henry that the king was possessed by Maverick, the dark Lord himself? Henry was already barely holding himself together. The idiot prince looked two seconds away from losing his mind completely. Adrian sighed internally. No, that was a terrible idea. Henry would either panic, do something stupid, or run directly to the king and get himself killed. "Adrian!" Henry barked angrily. Adrian blinked back to reality. "What?" "Stop fucking zoning ou