Chapter 260: (60): Alovena (2)

The old magician, Holin paced to the King's chamber, the air was damp, the light was gone, the fire in the fireplace was dying. He scanned everything in a short glance. He could sense the magic that was still swirling in the air.

"Was she here?" Holin asked.

"Yes, your idea worked well!"

The magician saw the drops of blood on the King's collar and then the mark that fangs left.

"Did you remember the entire past, my king?"

King Rozen nodded taking his eyes off the balcony.

"Yes, I am sure that she will return."

Walking to the fireplace, he took his seat on the sofa, looking at the fire, "turn off the light."

The magician waved a hand and the lanterns sparked then the balcony door went shut. He was wondering how the king was up on his feet after the bite. He was amazingly strong.

"Are you sure that they won't ruin the gates?" The king asked, peeking at the old man.

"Yes, your highness! It will bring disorder. The faeries would not let this happen."

The King smirked, "They all think that Lillian had summoned the imps, I am sure that girl Clara and princess Livia did their obligations well enough that King Edward had sent us the note."

The King leaned his head back, "she has to become my Queen if she wants a land and a throne."

"Your highness, didn't she say anything about what the rumors are about her?"

"I am sure now she knows who caused those rumors. Did Livia meet prince Tristan until now?"

The magician shook his head, "That proud man never met her and I heard that he had burned the princess's letter. They are waiting for the global Parliament."

The King drummed his hand on the sofa's arm.

"She has to bow for me, with these rumors the parliament would simply reject the vampire race again."

He closed his eyes, the mark on his neck burned, the full moon was close and he would want to drink blood and taste what Lillian had been experiencing, he wanted to read her entire memories.

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Back to months ago~

The air in Sargona was heavily windy, King of Alovena covered his face and pulled his hood closer then rushed out of the cart.

Marching to the Inn, he saw that princess Livia had come earlier.

"Announce Prince Tristan's arrival," Holin told the bulky Sargona guard and he bowed his head. 

The princess already had rented the whole Inn for a week so the place was empty.

The King went inside and was led to the chamber that Livia was staying. Time was rushing so fast, he had been regaining a high percentage of his past life through magic. To play with everyone he needed to use every greedy person he knew beforehand.

The door slammed back behind him, the princess was in her black nightgown, and a glass of wine was in her hand, she smiled back at the man who removed his mask and hood.

"Welcome, prince Tristan!"

"Hm, I heard that Prince Tristan of vampires is insanely a gorgeous man, so I doubt you can compare me with him."

She grinned, her teeth glinted, "yes, King Rozen, I heard that too. But I'm wondering why they are so quiet!"

The King lazily trailed ahead and shove his cloak on the chair, nearing her, his thick fingers held her hand and left a kiss on her white knuckles.

He grabbed a lock of her hair and added, "tell me, princess Livia! How do you know about Lillian and me?"

The woman laughed seductively, she was greedy but also dangerous, she had answers for every coming question, always. If not she would do everything to get the answer.

"Them!"

She pointed to a glassy magic globe and a vial of blood. The King looked at it blankly. Only two of these globes existed, one belonged to elves and it came across one found a way to her.

"Whose blood?"

"The mother of vampires! I had to sacrifice two of my assassins to earn this."

The King frowned, so she had gained everything that was hidden in Lillian's memory!

"Show me!"

"It will cost you too much, your highness!"

She drew her thumb on his lips, "do you speculate that I am naive adequately to believe the imps appeared in your land out of nowhere? Lillian didn't attack your land because of her beloved, and her kin but she wouldn't use imps who are a threat against her."

She passed him a devilish smirk.

"What do you want besides the pleasure of spending the night with me?"

The king's eyes drifted off the globe and stopped on her.

"What is in your head?" She asked!

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"Then why should tell you?"

"I want the throne of Velator for my son."

The King chuckled, see! He guessed right, she wanted something related to power, but who was her son? 

"Fine, deal! Persuade your plan to what is unlike your parents' desires. Let them send your brother on their own, leave the rest to the devils."

He looked into her eyes, she gave him a satisfying nod and again walked to the globe while holding his hand and leading him to the black crystal globe.

She turned his hand and picked the vial, pouring a drop of blood on his palm, didn't want to waste the blood and she let go of his hand.

"Put your palm on the globe, and don't forget that I know everything about you, King Rozen. Now think about something related to her, summon it."

The King ignored the princess placed his hands on the glassy globe and found himself on a wheat farm that was glowing under the sunlight. A mellow breeze made them rustle, he could feel it on his skin and walked forward, looking at his hands, they were soft and pale. It was Lillian's hands, blood was dribbling down her right hand, she was gasping and heading down to the cottage. 

The King saw himself coming out of the cottage and rushing to the woman in panic, his heart hammered in his chest. 

"My Love!" The man shouted and grabbed the woman before falling but in the meantime, she fainted. The darkness quickly changed to night and lights of lanterns and she was nude in his arms, her hand was wrapped. 

He stood up, feeding the woman and they made love, letting love embrace and heal them. Kameron was very handsome, his masculine well-built body was alluring. Lillian loved him so much, he was different and used to give her what others couldn't. And the king could feel it all.

A scream resonated and flames came out of nowhere, the farm was burning and smoke streamed around. The woman was considered to be a betrayal for loving a human and they came to punish her. The king watched how the faeries entered and caught the man and cut his throat in front of the shrieking woman.

After watching enough, the king was shivering in agony, hatred, and, pain when  Livia's hand rested on his face and blocked his view, pressing her lips on his. Back then, he wasn't the person that he used to be, his heart hardened, he was desperate and couldn't protect Lillian and after begging the gods, he came to the world but his memories were gone and he didn't even seek the woman he loved.

"We both experienced it, the love that we should have died for it."

Back to the present~

The King opened his eyes after reviving the memories of that night in Sargona.

"Lucifer wants the King of Abyss. He wouldn't reject Lillian."

The King murmured and right after that he heard an uproar in the courtyard, it was his brother's voice who came back from Jomen.

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Fihad and his men drove to the royal tombs and saw Masun there. Dismounting their horses, they stepped up the stairs, went inside the tomb, and met the stone coffin of the queen that was carved in a woman figure.

"I can't believe this. My brother loved his wife too much but since last year that he disappeared for a month everything had changed."

The lantern was offering light and displayed his grim sorrowful face.

"I am sorry, Fihad. I'm still shocked. Is Prince Dedar safe?"

Masun stated, he was coming here almost every day. She was his cousin's stepdaughter.

"How is my brother?"

"I didn't see him since that day. But I saw that he paid no attention to Saya and her husband."

After a short hesitance between them, Masun continued,

"What should we do, Fihad?" 

"Look at the tomb next to you, imps killed our Queen! Now you tell me, what should we do?" He drew out a slight sigh, gritting his jaw, "We must go to him. I want to try my chance."

His gaze darted to Masun, he learned what the consequences would be but didn't care anyway.

Rushing out of the house of the dead, they galloped for the palace. The guards stopped them.

"What is this for?"

They wanted Fihad to wait for permission from the King! What made him this wary to stop his own brother. 

Fihad growled and handed the weapons, "can we go now?"

The guard bowed his head, it was his task that must be fulfilled otherwise his family would starve.

Getting inside the palace, the king emerged in the throne hall.

"Brother, why are you rushing?"

Fihad knelt before his brother and went on, "your majesty, I want you to refrain!"

"I don't get you, Fihad!"

"Let us destroy the imps that killed the Queen."

"Do you want to stand against the gods' will?"

"This is not the gods' will, it is your will." He shouted, couldn't hold it back anymore.

The King's expression ran fierce and red. He bared his teeth and looked at Masun and their men.

"It seems you are not alone," he paused, breathing out hot steam, "arrest them all, until they change their mind."

The King yelled and his voice resonated.

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