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
The celebration was already rounding up, the echoes of laughter fading into the night, as people began their journey back to their homes. Amidst the ebb and flow of departing guests, Adonis found himself deep in conversation with a prominent figure, exchanging pleasantries amidst the fading melodies.But just as the night's curtain was about to fall, a guard burst through the threshold with a storm of urgency etched across his face. "Your Highness, forgive the intrusion," the guard panted, breathless yet resolute, "but news has arrived, and it's urgent."Adonis' brows furrowed as he took in what he was hearing, "What is it? Speak quickly."The guard's voice was urgent, his words rushing like a river in flood. "It's Prince Oliver, Your Highness. He's... escaped. Vanished from the dungeon."Adonis felt his heart skip a beat, the world around him momentarily faltering. He exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Jesse, who stood nearby. "Gone? How?"Jesse's voice was laced with disbelief,
Harriet and her mother finally managed to get a cab down to the nearest hospital. While she was busy haggling with the cab driver who had drove them there, her mother rushed into the ward with her husband. And when Harriet finally traded her necklace which she cherished a lot to the driver, the latter finally left.With heavy steps, she traced her path into the sterile halls of the hospital. The air seemed to weigh on her shoulders, each breath a reminder of the weight of the world. And then, in a quiet corner, a scene unfolded that tugged at her heartstrings.There, in a room enveloped by a hush, her mother sat. Tears danced down her cheeks like raindrops on a windowpane. Beside her, a figure lay still, as if lost in an eternal slumber. Her father, once strong and vibrant, now a mere silhouette of his former self.Harriet furrowed her brow, concern knitting her features as she turned her gaze towards her mother. "Mom, what's happening? You seem really troubled," she questioned, her v