"The thief had escaped!" Soldiers were mobilized upon their General's cry after his body was mercilessly slashed into ribbons by a notorious criminal. Thick, fresh blood leaked before his meaty and worn skin whilst his vision continued to fade. The soldiers quickly came to his aid whilst the other soldiers panicked to search for the escapee. "Find him! Don't let him reach the Gates! If the Queen learns about this, she will have our heads!" Panic rose in the dispatched soldiers' chests as the General mentioned their Queen. One would never dream of witnessing the Queen's wretched wrath. Her schemes of punishments and never-ending quench of lunacy could not be compared to other Kings. Everything she says is absolute, and if she is to command them to take their own lives, they will not be able to turn away from her command. For the Queen is cursed with the Wyvern's Cry. Her power is unfathomable, and Her High Radiance, Maximillia Eurydice was feared by other nations. She has conquere

Trumpets blared in the air and the cheering of the noble women filled the stadium as the participants of the King Selection entered the ring. On the bleachers, watched some of the villagers and the married couples who wished to witness the becoming of the King of Fontana. Some families of the royal blood, came too, to witness the grand event. The queen's knights entered the stadium, all who wished to marry the radiant and intelligent, Queen Eurydice. They have been training their entire lives to dedicate themselves to fighting alongside the Queen. Every knight of Fontana wishes to stride along the battlefield with the Queen, who was known to never miss a war. And in every battle, there is, as long as the Queen is present and raises her sword, their enemies would tremble at the sound of her name. The Queen was immensely powerful. Not only because she is Queen, but was also known to have the gift of casting arcane and ancient magic. Though she rarely showed her magician side when war

The troubled young man looked for the Queen around the Palace. He asked all the maids and sentries for the slightest information of her whereabouts, but they would only reply to him with a disgusted glare. To these sentries, Ares was nothing but a commoner. And he was not worth a second of their time.As he strode across the Palace corridors looking for him, he would hear commotion drawing nearer and nearer. Ares looked behind and found one of the princes, surrounded by a couple of ladies in bright, wide dresses. Their arms were linked to his, but the Prince showed no interest in them. He merely lifted his gaze at Ares, who blocked the middle of the corridor with his presence. The sentries lined would arch their backs, greeting Prince Xavier of Valonia with salutations, meanwhile, the confused Ares continued staring back."Hey, you!" a sentry hissed to him, pissed. "What the heck are you doing? Get out of the way!"Upon seeing how the Prince's presence made the arrogant sentries piss

A series of loud, continuous knocks awoke Ares from his sleep. The commoner jerked his head and groaned as he slowly received the door. His head was throbbing from last night's ordeal. After going through that dizzying void created by the Queen, he's had a sharp headache that accompanied him the entire night.He dragged his feet to the door and opened it.There, he found a maid staring at him with huge eyes and blushing cheeks. She was pushing a trolley with his breakfast. The maid stuttered, enthralled by his dashing features."I-I brought your meals, Sir!"The male's vibrant golden eyes turned to the maid. "Thank you," he reached out to the trolley's handle and slowly pushed the cart inside his room. The maid panicked. She was supposed to carry his food inside.When the two turned around, their jaws dropped to the floor.Queen Maximillia Eurydice was sitting on Ares's bed, a dainty smile on her face while her legs were crossed. The maid turned pale, and the blush from her face faded

Ares, Icarai, and Prince Herbert locked eyes.The prince glances at Ares, who stares at him with a narrow, conceited look. “Icarai. Who is this man?”Icarai strictly looked at Ares, letting him know that he was not allowed to speak. It’d only bring trouble if his mouth were to go haywire. Eurydice is not in the mood to make introductions better, like what happened to Prince Xavier the other day. “The Queen’s acquaintance.” “An acquaintance?” Prince Herbert faced Ares and stretched out a hand. “I am Herbert Irvan of Elyseis.” Ares shook his hand but didn’t tell him his name. The prince looked at Icarai, who only responded with an excuse.“This man here is not permitted to speak by the Queen.” “What?” Herbert was questionable. “Is he a bad man?”“No. He’s just...” Icarai leaned and whispered: “...rude. Therefore, she had requested him to keep his mouth shut whenever he was in the Palace. To avoid trouble, you see.” The prince nodded. “I see. If she intends to keep such an acquaint