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The morning sun was radiant and glowing on his skin. Standing outside was Kael, stronger and better than before. His skin was tough like that of a lion and his hunger for revenge burned like a gas flame. His moves on the field were ecstatic, more like he was guided by the earth, and each swing carried grit.
His eyes were hot red as he whispered the words of the shadow magic softly. The leaves rustled softly as Lady Morrigan moved graciously on the soft grass with a bright smile on her lips.
“My warrior,” she chuckled softly and swung her hand quickly. A magical essence, accompanied by an ethereal white beam, blinded him, and his scythe left his hand, and he flew like the wind and dropped to the ground.
He groaned softly, but she floated in the air and approached him, her face etched with concern. Her hands reached for his shoulder and caressed him softly.
“You're doing great,” she commended and pulled him back to his feet. “But you still need to work on your defence.” She patted his head softly and moved with him, the radiance of the sun burning and revealing their posh beauty and power.
“Now, it's time to go get ready. Your father's already waiting.”
He nodded in affirmation, and they walked back into the house, hands crossed, and the warm love of motherhood was blessed on him freely.
In a bit, he was all set and together, they saddled their horses to royal gala.
As they moved, Lady Morrigan kept on cracking jokes and made the journey fun for them. She reminded him of how he used to wish he had a scythe when he was a boy and described the entire arena of the Royal gala for him.
“There would be cute ladies too.” She smiled and he looked away shyly. They all giggled together, but one thought kept ringing in his mind.
Today would mark the beginning of his long-awaited arrival.
They whipped their horses, and the horses galloped faster, and the dust filled the air. Soon, they were at the prestigious council.
The air was filled with celebration, and they were basking in its peace, but behind the fake smiles were evil faces, enemies that hated and dreaded the shadow clan.
Since this visit would mean trouble, they couldn't avoid it as he was to be introduced to the high society.
When they got down from the horses, Lady Morrigan leaned in, her voice shaky.
“Don't take off your cloak.” She patted him softly and straightened his robe, held his hands and walked in. Ever since birth, she had always treated him with so much care, and even now that he was older, she still took him like a baby.
But his head was up high with honour. He was no longer the weak guild reject anymore, he was now the powerful Kael Duskborne, son of the sorcerers and the heir to the shadow clan—above all, he was royalty. The thought of that gave him more peace than he could ever imagine.
The council was filled to the brim, men of high societies, other clans and high lords sat together, all clad in their royal robes, glowing with posh beauty and power and masking their evil behind cute smiles.
“Lord Severin.”
“Lady Morrigan.”
They all greeted and also shook hands with the heir apparent to the throne.
He was basking in the joy of the moment, but his eyes were patiently scanning for the main reason behind his coming.
His face twisted into a thick contemptuous scowl as his eyes fell on the good old rusty Lyanna. She was beaming with smiles and flaunting her elegance as usual. Indeed, she was a cute royal, but what he had in store for her would ruin that beauty beyond her wildest imagination.
She is clad in a silk and velvet cap, and laughing loudly on the arms of her cohort—Marcus Valen, no longer the old Marcus but now the captain of the Royal guards. His new robe showed it all and the badge on it was regal and powerful.
But his face twisted into a thicker scowl. Seeing her happy, warm, and peaceful makes the betrayal burn even hotter. His eyes projected that night again, those words never left his memory.
“Your parents will be glad you died…” Her cold smirk still glowed in his burning eyes. The remembrance of being torn brutally by beasts and no one to save him, the cruelty. Everything was still clear in his memory.
“Kael?” Lady Morrigan tapped him softly, noticing he was in a trance and not focused.
He jerked sharply and forced a smile immediately, but she knew him far too well.
“What's the matter?” She raised an eyebrow.
He shrugged softly, keeping a smily face.
“Nothing, I'm good. Don't worry about me, I'm good.” He quickly slipped away from her.
“I just saw a lady.” She whispered and she frowned softly and later chuckled.
“Be careful.”
He moved slowly, his eyes fixed on them and his hands clenched harder. His soul was burnt already and the wrath had destroyed him from the inside out.
However, he remained the ever gentleman and walked over to them, his face glowing with a fake charming and polite smile.
“Greetings…” he dropped to one knee, took her wrist, and kissed her softly.
He turned to Marcus, but he was too busy greeting others, and his hand was still crossed over her shoulders.
Lyanna stared at him calmly; her face told him all he needed to know. She saw just a stranger. She had zero recognition of the boy she had killed long ago—an added advantage to him.
However, he didn't let go of her hand. Her pretty princess face was etched with concern, and he leaned in now and whispered softly.
“Die well, darling.”
Her eyes turned white and she froze, dead like a corpse. He quickly slipped off into the crowd and disappeared. Her glasses dropped to the ground in shock, and tears forced their way out of her eyes. He turned back once again, smiling politely and waved his robe and covered his face.
Her heart raced and her fingers trembled. She was already shivering just as if a knife was held to her throat. Marcus tapped and shook her softly.
“Who was it?” His eyes were reddened and the concern was feral. She struggled to raise her fingers and pointed into the vast crowd that was too busy to notice their little drama.
“What did he say to you?
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