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
CHAPTER 78: Confinement.Adonis stood before the police officers, his heart pounding like a drumbeat in his chest. Their stern demeanor held an unspoken accusation, a weight that seemed to grow with every passing moment. "Your highness," one officer began, his tone a blend of formality and suspicion, "we have some very serious allegations against you." Adonis shifted uncomfortably, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "Allegations? Against me?" The second officer nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, witnesses have come forward. They claim to have seen you at the hospital on the morning of Harriet's father's passing." Adonis felt like the ground was slipping beneath his feet. "I wasn't there that morning. I swear." The first officer's eyebrows arched, skepticism etched across his features. "We've heard that before, Your highness but witnesses seem to disagree and so we can not just beleiv your words." Adonis clenched his fists, a mixture of frustration and disb
In the dim, forgotten warehouse, a figure stepped out from the shadows, catching Adonis off guard. The man's worn-out attire and tired demeanor spoke of a life that must have being through a lot of hardships. Adonis wasted no time in asking questions that were of course very neccesary, he looked at the stranger with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity, his mind racing to know the purpose of this unforeseen encounter. "Who are you?" he questioned, his voice tinged with cautious suspicion. The man offered a weary smile, his face etched with lines that seemed to hold tales of ages past. "Edward, my name is Edward, your highness," he introduced himself, his words carrying a hint of intrigue. "I was once a loyal servant to his royal majesty, King Archie." Adonis exchanged glances with Jesse, their expressions mirroring his curiosity. "Why did you leave then, Edward?" Adonis inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly as he wished to know what this man was on about. A distant look clouded Ed