Chapter 103: (103): Straggler

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"Am I a struggler that needs to be tamed, a dog?" Wilmore breathed out between his gritted teeth. He turned and flashed inside the building. The huge palace of Bolingtone, the glamorous and well-being stones carved lavishly by the best architectures existed in Velator. The body of birds and dragons, flowers, and bushes were all sculpted out of the pillars and the walls.

Fantastic rugs made in Parsa had come all the way here to lay on the middle of the halls and corridors to inject life to this soulless house of Velator. The carves of soldiers fighting demons, the gods overthrowing the demons to hell was saying the ancient tales of Velator. Griffins were fighting imps and the Aluxes were their riders, those little creatures were the tamers of those giant winged beasts, but the prince could describe all of it with closed eyes.

He passed by the torches, ignoring everyone who was there, greeting him. Now there was only one thing in his head, why his mother was doing this? Was she going to take him under more control? Wasn't he a puppet already? 

He crossed the steps and reached the last floor of the palace where the courtiers' chambers were. He wasn't allowed to his mother's chamber unless she desired a meeting.

The guards stopped him, one of them was the young man with a scar blocking his way. Wilmore drew out his sword on them, too close his face got to the guard who didn't move.

"Bryant, we were brothers once, don't persuade me to hurt you." Words left Wilmore's mouth with rage, his eyes rolled on Bryant.

"I am following the orders and the Queen is resting now."

Bryant's eyes sparkled as he gazed into his eyes, his jawbones moved under his skin.

Wilmore stepped back, drawing his sword on his neck.

Bryant felt the cold steel on his neck, a drop of blood slipped down yet couldn't force him to step back, just kept gazing at Wilmore with glinting black eyes.

"I can't, your grace."

The other guards exchanged glances as they saw their captain being stubborn. What was wrong with these two? Did they have unsettled affairs?

"What are these noises, I just returned."

The Queen yelled out and with her maiden crept out of the chamber with bet nightgown.

Wilmore drew his eyes off Bryant and glanced at his mother, his sword sliced the air and moved back to its sheath.

"Mother, isn't it too early to hit the hay?"

"What happened to your manners, Wilmore Bolingtone? Is this how you talk to your mother?"

He was speaking like a stray drunk man beyond the walls.

"My apologies, but I see you just returned from a trip?"

He just learned how Luna James ended up here, his mother brought out another surprise from her sleeves.

The Queen sighed and shook her head, turning to her chamber added, "come but make it quick! I am exhausted."

Wilmore yanked Bryant by the shoulder and went inside the chamber. Bryant didn't look back, just rolled his head down and squeezed his eyelids, avoiding his heart to beat faster than it was already throbbing, he touched his neck.

The Queen dismissed her maidens who were done preparing her for bed and went to the seat in front of the mirror.

"What do you want son? If you are here to protest about the selection I am afraid I had waited four years."

She picked the comb and began combing her hair. Wilmore walked to the window and drew the curtain away, looking outside. Everything was calm except his heart.

"How was your trip to Bolingtone? You could have told me about it so we could travel together."

He rolled his eyes on his mother.

"I had my own affairs."

"Bringing Luna James you mean?"

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"Do you really think that I do care about your rude beloved?"

Wilmore felt the flames that burned his back, he was sweating, for the first time his body was showing such reaction.

From the initial behavior, he grasped the point. What took his mother to Bolingtone? What was she about to earn there?

"Well, I am keen to know the reason, because I doubt you wanted me to have a girl with poor vision who only can see shadows of people."

"Thus, you are so behind! You wouldn't say that while dancing with her."

She smirked putting back the brush on the case.

Wilmore tilted his head, what did she mean? Did the faeries cure work instantly? According to his records, it could take a month for the entire healing even if it was magical.

"She can see, and made an oath with me to become your mistress. What did you do to this poor girl's heart that begged for it? I saw you dance beautifully."

Wilmore burst out laughing which was not from happiness but fury.

"Did I say something funny?"

The Queen twirled her face to her son who looked like a dupe.

Wilmore swallowed that mass of heat and steadied himself.

"Mother, you don't know what you are saying, my sister wouldn't accept this, she wanted the Lord and you brought her, his nephew?"

Wilmore opened his hands wide, his face was a pure question mark. What was going on in her mind?

"She asked for something, instead?"

Wilmore raised an eyebrow, she had a wish? What a dangerous deal she had made.

"She asked me to let her family flees and I accepted."

Wilmore's heart shivered, the girl sacrificed herself for her family. She was bright but why would she risk her life when she could marry her cousin and live happily ever after? No, there was another reason here, it could not be for her uncle.

"Alright, mother! I accept her but you might want to refine your list. Keep it limited because I hate to see many women around me."

The Queen eventually smiled and nodded satisfyingly.

"I'll choose three women, the best ones and one is already yours."

She got to her feet and approached Wilmore, grabbing either of her arms added, "you are my son, you must collect more power."

Wilmore smirked, "mother, we both know what I am, and how can you be sure that I don't kill all those girls? I just can't control it."

Tears gleamed in his eyes. He didn't want to do this with Luna, not this girl.

"Don't let Livia abuse you. We know that your sister is greedy and very strong, the throne is yours, make it yours, let people count on you, fear you."

Wilmore grabbed his mother's hand rubbed them off his arm, frowning at her, replied, "I don't want to be your dog, nor hers, I am a beast who loves his dark empty marsh. Don't provoke me, I don't want to fear you nor others."

He strode to the door when he heard his mother, "we must keep our throne strong! Far from the wreckage."

"As long as you fear wreckage mother, it keeps coming to you and wouldn't cease until devouring all of us."

He didn't look back and clutched the handle, leaving his mother alone with her illusions.. It couldn't be solved with a conversation.

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