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
Adonis walked around his fancy room, his mind a whirlwind of mixed-up feelings. He felt really angry about all that had happened to him all over again, like a fire burning inside him. All of these because he came face to face with Harriet again.Valerie, looking calm and nice, came up to him looking worried. "Adonis, my love," she said softly, "I get why you're mad, but remember, getting back at them like this might not be the best way."He faced her, his look strong but also kind of unsure, as her words started to make him think. "Valerie, you know what they did to me, I told you all about it, these people deserve hell, how could she even dare to come before me and try to seduce me or even ask for financial help for themselves," he told her, his voice showing how mad he still was.He had gotten to know of Harriet’s motive for coming to see him, it was not that hard to find out.Valerie moved closer to him and held his hand, like she was trying all that she could, just to help him fee
Adonis's voice filled the meeting room, recounting the exhaustive sweep they'd made across the city for Oliver and Lord Bassey. His frustration was very obvious, his words carrying the weight of disappointment from their futile efforts.In the midst of the tense air, a new discussion was birthed, ideas bouncing like ping pong balls, each carrying the urgency of the situation. They talked about what should come next, voices overlapping in a symphony of problem-solving, each suggestion akin to a piece in a complex puzzle.Amid the whirlwind of debates, the focus swerved like a river changing its course. The health of King Archie also came into focus, how he should be more treated because it did not seem like he was getting anywhere near better.Suddenly, like a lightning bolt cutting through the storm, Jessie burst into the room, his eyes wide and his breath uneven. All eyes turned to him with immediate effect, a silent question hanging in the air. His words spilled out in a rush, urgen
Adonis walked into the palace with a heavy heart. The elders and members of the tribunal were waiting for him, their expressions a mix of worry and seriousness. They motioned for him to join them, their unspoken concern hanging in the air.After he settled among them, they started by sharing the unsettling news that had turned his world upside down in the last minutes in the first place.“This morning brought unexpected visitors - police officers arriving at the palace gates. Never thought I’d ever see such happen, and their purpose was a puzzle, a list of questions which they said they have for you, your highness. But luck wasn't on their side of course as your absence was what they met and so we had to tell them to push their inquiry to a later time.” Lady Beatrice shared, her words carrying a weight of confusion.“Yes, they also claimed that a witness has emerged someway somehow, and their statement is painting you in a suspicious light.” Lady Beatrice said again.Adonis listened,
Adonis found himself immersed in the solitude of his room, the weight of the pressing issue at hand bearing down upon him like a heavy cloak. He sat alone, wondering how he was somehow starting to fall from a position he had just attained and was yet to fully enjoy. The path before him just seemed so blur, and he almost concluded that he was probably not just meant to have a good life or something. The swift amnesia of the masses struck him with incredulity. How had they so quickly shifted their focus away from the true perpetrator, Oliver, and directed their accusations at him instead? It was as if the truth had been totally swallowed, leaving them to simply forget about all other things and face him instead. And all because of what? Something he did not do? Mere speculations? A sense of unease crept over him, killing all of the little fragile foundation of self-esteem he had begun to build. He muttered to himself, voicing his doubts aloud. “Perhaps I am just not cut out for this r