Fear descended upon Oliver like a foggy blanket, a kind of fear that made him tremble. One he had never experienced before. Because of his panicking state, his mind was unable to think past how it was possible that his lair was found and how he would escape being caught. The only person he was aware of her finding out about his lair was Valerie, who was still tied up to a chair behind him, and he was certain that he hadn’t been followed. So his suspicion was dwelt on the fact that if Valerie had not called Jesse to relay her discovery before she was caught, then he definitely had someone as a mole in the thugs he’d hired. But there was no time to confirm that, as the police sirens that indicated the presence of the police blared from above the sewer, and the thudding of boots reverberated round the room. Most of the thugs were already in the room, panicking as he did, an were scared of being caught, and when Oliver snapped out of his frantic reverie, he bolted towards the other sid
“He's still on the loose,” Jesse informed Valerie as they stood in wait in the hallway foe when the doctor would come out and tell them that Adonis was now stable for them to see him, because it had already taken hours. “But I promise, we will find him. He couldn’t have gone so far, so when we do catch him, he will pay for his sins,” Valerie nodded in acknowledgement, although she did not desire to talk much about Oliver, because the thought of him still sent shivers down her spine, and she sat onto the waiting bench. “Thank you,” she uttered as her gaze raised up at Jesse, sincerity laced in them. “Really, I mean it. You do a lot for Adonis and I’m sure he would be so grateful.” She had gotten to know, as she wasn’t aware before, that Jesse was his right hand man. And she had also recognized him the time he’d come over to her through the lobby to check up on both Adonis and her as the man who had saved them from an attack they got into several weeks ago. She could never forget his
The news of Oliver's capture, as well as the apprehension of the thugs he’d hired, spread so quickly around the country as a wildfire than any other news that the country had been hit with since the beginning of that week, and people from different parts of the country trooped into the palace to witness the judgement that would be placed on him. Nobles. Journalists. And practically every person that had been pricked by the news came to relieve their curiosity. They wanted to see the wicked Prince that had tried killing his stepbrother, the crown Prince, over jealousy and revenge.The people that looked up to him were disappointed at his actions. While some others who knew his egoistic pride and hated him for it saw his apprehension as a way of karma treating him back in his own coin. Some of these people even joined to witness his humiliation.Oliver was being treated as less of a prince and more of a criminal, that, when he was brought up into the meeting hall where he had been summo
Upon all that had happened during just a week in the country, the King still laid in a peaceful slumber on his hospital bed, receiving multiple treatments to sustain his life on a daily basis. According to the doctor’s diagnosis, he had suffered a chronic cardiac arrest, and he needed enough medical attention, else his life would be as good as gone. A lot of effort was put into recuperating the king by the doctors, as they were not a bit ready to lose their king yet, plus the pressure mounted upon them by the queen Sophie who sometimes visited the King to keep him company. Some of the royal elders appointed to occasionally pay the King visits at the hospital decided once again to pay the king a visit and check up on his health progress, before they would break the news of all that had been happening in his absence to him. But as they met him fast asleep on the bed, with a drip tube inserted in his skin and an ECG monitor reading his heart rate on a normal pulse, they decided it best
“…make sure he abstains from greasy foods, spicy foods, and any strenuous activity that would pose a threat to his health, ” uttered the man in a white lab coat—the doctor—to Valerie as she sat on the chair opposite him, paying rapt attention to every word he spoke.Days had passed since Adonis had been admitted into the hospital for treatment, and as he was much better and recuperated, he was free to be discharged. Hence, the doctor stated to Valerie all she needed to make Adonis abstain from for a perfect health balance.“Sure, doctor,” Valerie replied with a nod. And as the doctor continued stating the long, boring list of things Adonis needed to drop, things that would pose as a threat to his health’s stability, things Valerie was affirmed within herself that he would be able to let go of, she bobbed his head at the doctor's every sentence, hurling a positive, docile reply. “And, “ the doctor leaned onto the furnished wooden table before him, peering at Valerie through the thick
Adonis took a seat amongst the elders, “well, we can start now.” He announced with an authoritative voice that even he did not know that he possessed.“Yes, your highness, the prince has committed a very grave offence, one that is not acceptable even in any society, not only did he try to take the life of a person but this person is actually the next in line to the throne of the country, I say that we let him face the law on his own without any help at all and he will serve whatever sentence that he is served.” Sir Hitchhacker said and Lord Bassey immediately got onto his feet.“That is just so extreme, you know, one would think you all have it in for the second prince or something, this is all just so unnecessary and far-fetched, not even the king would ever allow that gibberish that you just said, he is still the prince and so the fact that he made this little mistake does not make him less of one. He is the prince of our country, our kingdom and so he would still be regarded and tr
Following his conversation in the dimly lit dungeon, Adonis felt the weight of another obligation pressing upon him. It was time to visit his father, the king. His father's health was being tended to within the confines of the palace itself, where he was receiving top-tier treatments.Adonis made his way through the grand corridors, the recent memories of the tribunal meeting etching their mark in his mind.Upon arriving at the room where his father was resting, Adonis was met with the presence of Sophie, his stepmother, stationed right at the entrance. Her icy gaze clashed with his arrival, an obvious expression of disapproval. However, Adonis, adamant in his intention to check on his father, chose to overlook the unspoken hostility."Your majesty," Adonis addressed her with a composed air of authority, "I need to see how the king is faring."A tense tightening of Sophie's lips was the immediate response, as she subtly obstructed his path. Her tone was curt, as she retorted, "Adonis,
Valerie had stepped into a new life, moving in with Adonis in the palace.The bedroom basked in the morning sunlight, a gentle embrace of warmth and light that cocooned them in its embrace. In that delicate moment, their hearts conversed in hushed tones of affection, like two souls swapping cherished secrets. It was as if their spirits danced in sync, an intimate exchange of love that only they could fully comprehend.Wrapped in that delicate instant, they exchanged soft murmurs of affection, much like confidences swapped between two souls deeply connected. It felt as if their hearts were engaged in a quiet symphony, a private dialogue of love known only to them.Adonis's eyes held a twinkle as he gazed at Valerie, his words a gentle caress, "Valerie, you know what I've been pondering..."A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she raised one eyebrow with a playful quirk. The corners of her mouth curled upwards, a playful tug at her lips suggesting the amusement that danced within h